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April 16, 2015
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April 14, 2015
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April 10, 2015
A BBW Classic – His Teddy Bear
Genre: Paranormal/Shapeshifter Romance
A sensual romance (with lots of spice) featuring a full figured woman and the werewolf who wants her.
Chubby Teddy, who is ironically enough a bear shifter, has finally found her mate. There’s one big problem though. He doesn’t like what he sees.
Reece never imagined his chosen mate would be a woman with extra curves, but all it takes is one taste to realize the benefits and turn his world upside down.
Their arguments are many, their lust for each other fiery, but while he’s ready to for the next step, Teddy keeps running. What will it take to win her trust and heart?
And an even better question; will they ever make it to a bed?
Excerpt:
Reece couldn’t believe the short, chubby woman looking up at him was his mate. Didn’t fate know he liked his women tall and slim?
Even more astonishing was the dismissal in her vivid blue eyes when their gazes met. Before he could say a word, she snorted with clear disdain and pushed past him.
With that simple touch, lightning struck. Reece sucked in a breath as the brief contact set his body aflame—and instantly hardened his cock. Extra curves or not, the urge to bend her over and take her almost overwhelmed him.
And appeared one-sided.
As if she cared not a whit and hadn’t sensed a thing, she sauntered away from him to the bar and signaled the bartender. Reece knew he must look a sight, gaping after her like an idiot. But, seriously, while he saw no problem with his aversion of her general shape, he found himself stunned at her evident dislike of him. Women love me!
He couldn’t stop staring at her as he waited for her to turn and face him. How could she not when everything in his being screamed at him to claim her? Surely she feels the same pull? But ignore him she did as she tossed back a few shots and murmured with a tall blonde who’d arrived to join her.
When the little bear did finally leave the bar, it wasn’t to come back to him. Oh no, instead, she moved further away as she shimmied her way onto the packed dance floor.
Reece couldn’t stop his feet from moving in her direction while his eyes tracked her. Self-respect screamed that he treat her indifferently—tit for tat—but his wolf and rod had different thoughts on the matter. His cock refused to play dead, and to his disbelief, thickened ever further as he watched her short and curvy frame gyrate on the dance floor. Her rounded bottom jiggled in a way his cock found much too fascinating and his jeans became tight and confining.
Reece dropped his hands to his crotch to cover his evident arousal, not that anyone paid him any attention—not even the woman his agitated wolf howled was their mate.
Then a feeling he’d never experienced before, but had seen all too often in his mated friends, engulfed him. Jealousy. He wanted to fight it, but it wasn’t just his wolf who freaked when it noticed another shifter sidle up to her and start dancing. Reece couldn’t prevent the growl that slipped past his lips when the other man touched his woman and swung her around.
And then the little witch had the nerve to stick her tongue out at him—a pink temptation that made him curl his hands into fists. Her laughter at his expense—a challenging and taunting sound—rung clear as a bell in his ears.
Reece knew he should walk away. She’d made it obvious she had no interest in him, and truly, she wasn’t his type—even as his engorged cock made lie of that assumption—but instead of returning to the bar to get rip roaring drunk, he found himself a heartbeat later on the dance floor, prying the groping hands of the soon-to-be dead man from his woman.
The lycan who’d dared encroach on his territory took one look at Reece’s snarling face and blanched. “She’s all yours, man. I didn’t know she was taken.”
Reece could only growl as the man, who’d dared touch her, slunk away. He longed to chase after him and inflict damage, but that would mean leaving his fated mate alone to start more mischief.
He turned his attention to the woman who’d managed to shoot his control to hell and disordered his life in less than thirty minutes flat. She returned his glare with a cool one of her own. She crossed her arms under plush breasts that strained over the edge of her top and Reece’s eyes became riveted by her shadowy cleavage. Now that’s what I call a pair of tits.
He moved closer to her and noted the slight tremble in her frame—and smelled the desire her attitude tried to deny. He flicked his gaze back to her face and saw her blue eyes widen as he invaded her space. This close to her, Reece could no longer think coherently. All he knew was he had to touch her, claim her, now.
She fled before he could lay a hand on her and make her his.
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April 7, 2015
Avion has an excerpt!
“You need another name. We can’t keep calling you One.”
“Why not? Does someone else bear the name causing possible identity confusion?”
“No.”
“Then what is the issue?”
She asked so seriously. Did she not see the problem? “It’s not your true name. It’s the name they gave you when they took your rights away. When they relegated you to only a unit digit. Someone without a face or feelings. A numerical designation is what they call a slave.”
“Then my name is apt.” So quietly said, and yet no mistaking it.
Her timid acceptance angered him. “You’re not a prisoner anymore. You don’t have to listen to the military or the doctors. You can make your own decisions now.”
“The question is, should I? Perhaps they know best. I have shown myself to be imperfect. My powers are ungovernable.”
“I don’t believe that.” More like the military didn’t know how to control her and thus gain access to her powers. “I think you’re more in charge than you realize.” You belong to yourself.
Her panic hammered him.
I make bad choices. I hurt things. Kill. Bad. Bad. Bad.
We all do things, vixen. Things we’re not proud of. Things so we can survive. He would know. He’d done things he wasn’t proud of, but would do again.
The tension in her proved visible in the tight way she gripped his hand. Almost tight enough to crush. We will change the subject. I do not wish to dissect this aspect of my history.
“Fine. We won’t talk about you, but we are going to do something about your name. I, for one, refuse to call you by a digit.”
“Ditto,” said Seth.
“So that’s two of us already outvoting your insistence on keeping it.”
“I thought I was free to make my own choices. Perhaps I shall choose to keep it.”
So pertly said, Avion couldn’t help but grin. “I wouldn’t recommend it. I can almost guarantee if you don’t choose something better then you could end up with something awful to match your stubborn nature, like donkey-girl-arina.”
“That has too many syllables for casual pronunciation. I don’t think you’ll use it.”
How confident she sounded. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Touché, vixen.”
“Why do you keep calling me that? I am not related at all to the Canidae family.”
“No, but you are sleek. Tricky. And I’m going to wager foxy too.”
“Ah, Avion, you made the poor girl blush,” Seth said in an ah-isn’t-that-cute voice.
“Do not mock me,” she warned quietly.
Avion squeezed her hand. “Calm down, vixen. Seth’s just teasing. It’s what he does. Trust me when I say we’ve all battled the urge to throttle him.”
“I’d rip out his tongue,” she advised.
“Good plan. But we can’t act on it. For one, his wife is the deadliest woman I know, after you of course,” he said with a laugh, stroking the back of her hand.
“Is there another reason why I cannot twist his head until it pops off? I did that with a doll many years ago, and the doctors found it so interesting. I can only imagine their reaction if I did it to a living thing.”
“I really hope you’re joking,” Seth mumbled.
“You got my jest!” She seemed so pleased. Meanwhile, Seth sighed in relief, and even Avion felt some tension loosening.
His lady had some rough edges when it came to interacting with others.
“The other reason we can’t sit on Seth and shave his head, turning him into a comatose idiot until it grows back, is because he’s an excellent ally, and we don’t kill our allies.”
“No matter how annoying?” she groused.
“Even if he’s insufferable.”
“Feeling the love over here,” was Seth’s dry reply. “You should be nicer to me, Avion. I’m the one with the morphine that will turn that frown upside down.”
Drugs for the pain, which, while held somewhat at bay by his interaction with his vixen, still throbbed at the periphery of his senses.
The feathery touch of her hand trailed across his brow.
“Why do you insist on lying here?” Her tone seemed genuinely puzzled. My bio sensors say you are not repairing the damage to your tissues.
Could she not feel his lack, the dead bots floating like flotsam in his vessels? “I am dying.”
“Dying from what? Your wounds are not so grievous. They should heal. Although”—she palpated the area, and he bit his inner cheek lest he scream in a very unmanly fashion—“there is no reconstruction happening. Why are your nanotechs not repairing?”
“My nanos are dead.”
He didn’t see it, but he could hear the sucked-in breath of her shock. “Impossible.”
“Apparently not. The human scientists found a way to shut mine off, and without them…” He trailed off. No need to state the obvious.
Soft, yet deft hands palpated him more thoroughly. Was it wrong that in spite of his injuries he felt a thrill at her touch?
“How did they shut them off? I’ve never heard of this achievement.”
“No idea. They detained me months ago in a top-secret facility buried in an asteroid. The military and their science minions did so many things to me while I was their guest.” Most of those things unpleasant. “One of their experiments resulted in what you see. A cure for cyborgism.”
“It is not a cure. Your systems are failing. You should reboot.”
“I can’t. Without active nanos, nothing mechanical works.”
“So we must reanimate the dead bots. You need fresh blood with active nanotech.”
Avion shook his head. “It’s been tried. The bots die as soon as they leave our body and stay that way even if reintroduced to a body with the technology.”
“That is because they are not the original. Copies cannot create.” Imperiously said.
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March 29, 2015
A CONTEST with a question…
In my reboot of Apocalypse Cowboy, I explore the end of the world. Imagine, the world’s population is wiped out by a deadly virus. You’re immune. Almost everyone else isn’t. And those who do survive the virus turn into zombies (not the dead decaying kind. The living kind that are mindless and always hungry!) The question is, where do you go? What do you do?
Having watched the Walking Dead, I have a plan. I’d find myself a nice luxury condo, a penthouse with a view. Because zombies DON’T climb stairs. I’d barricade all the entrances on the lower floor. The floors beneath me would be for supplies. I’d also store a lot of cooking oil and matches. Screw shooting the walkers one by one and wasting ammo or getting up close for a gooey kill. I’d go medieval, pour some oil on them and set their asses on fire. For running water, I’d string together some rain barrels on the roof and run a hose down to the condo for running water. I definitely wouldn’t run around in the woods, making myself into a delicious moving appetizer lol.
So, what about you, what’s your plan for the zombie apocalypse?
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March 27, 2015
Anyone remember this hilarious Hell novella?
A fun and erotic paranormal tale for those who like a shifter who’s found his mate–and won’t let her go.
All I said was I needed a minion, the next thing I know, I’m embroiled in a reality show with cameras following me everywhere. I should have told them not to bother, for I was ready to declare a winner-and get naked-the moment I met Drake. Shirtless and shoeless, in low slung jeans, I could think of so many ways he could serve me—especially in bed. But, Drake, the super sexy dragon shifter, is after more than a chance to work alongside me in my battle to capture evil souls, he also wants to win my heart. But love is for weaklings, and no matter how much he tortures me sexually, I will not give in, even when he resorts to restraints and flogging. Mmm, bring it on-harder please.
Excerpt: (18 + — Really Adult Subject Matter and Language Ahead)
And that’s when he appeared. He dropped down from the night sky, an agile hunk of male who made my jaw drop for several reasons. One, he wore only a pair of indecently low slung jeans, with no shirt and no shoes. I mean who came to a fight barefoot? This simple fact distracted me and turned on my lust, which in turn annoyed me. Wasn’t there an unwritten rule somewhere which stated like most restaurants, shirts and shoes must be worn to a fight? If not, I’d start a lobby for one because the amount of naked–mmm muscled–torso displayed was waaaaay too distracting for poor little me, who obviously hadn’t received a good shag in a while.
The second thing which made speechless–a state my dad would have found amusing–was the fact Mr. Hunky gave me a masculine grin–a naughty one which made me cream my panties–and said in a velvety baritone, “Run along, sweetheart. I’ve got this.”
Me, one of Hell’s most successful bounty hunters, dismissed with a smile and a wave of his hand. His treatment made me want to tear his pants off and ride him like a cowgirl–I mean, he’d called me sweetheart, how hot was that?–while at the same time making me see red. I’m gonna wipe the smirk off his face. Then I’m gonna kiss him. Then…
Caught in so many conflicting emotions, I’m afraid I didn’t react quickly enough and he took matters into his own hands–did I mention they were huge? He turned and gave me his back–which I’ll admit was almost as sexy as his front and which would have only been improved with a set of nail marks, mine of course. With an animalistic grace that would have put most predators to shame, he approached my target and engaged him in a slug fest.
Damn, did I need a fan or, even better, a really cold ice pack for my crotch. Heat suffused me as I watched him dance around a dazed looking Albert. I’d forgotten all about the bounty in my fascination with watching him move. Just like a man, lust made all the blood in my brain rush to other places and I think I might have drooled.
Mr. Hunky used no weapon unlike the scuzzball Albert who wielded a serrated knife, a fact which did not daunt my shoeless hero. His fists flashed and connected with solid thumps. The escaped soul reeled beneath the force of his blows, but no matter how well my hero acquitted himself, he couldn’t win. Souls couldn’t die.
Sucking in my stomach–scrawny I was not–I strutted over to interfere and send the wandering one back to Hades. I looked forward to collecting my reward for a job well done and as a treat for being hot, I’d bestow some of my pleasure on the treasure hidden in Mr. Hunky’s pants.
Before I could touch Albert and say the words to send him back where he belonged, my shirtless wonder said them, and with a dwindling scream of frustration–a scream I almost repeated–my new pair of shoes, umm target, was sucked back to Hell.
I gaped at the glistening skin on the back of my shirtless hunk, too angry for words–not to mention still hornier than ever.
He turned and faced me. With a sensual smile, he strutted towards me, and even in my pissed off state, I couldn’t help the arousal that flashed through me. He was fucking gorgeous. Built like an ox and at least six and a half feet, he towered over me. Slabs of muscle covered his impossibly wide chest and his arms where so thick I doubted I could get both hands around them. His skin was tanned and smooth while his unruly hair was black as night. Fuck me, I wanted him–naked, like right now.
A light glinted in his shockingly blue eyes and I wondered briefly what demon caste he belonged to, for this close I could sense his otherness.
I said nothing when he placed a hand around my waist and pulled me up to his lips. I wanted him to kiss me. The touch of his hard lips on mine sent an electric shock throughout my body and I clutched at him tightly, my knees buckling. His mouth slanted over mine, claiming mine masterfully. I gave back as good as I got, slipping my tongue between his lips to wetly tangle with his. I lost myself in the pleasure of the kiss. Unlike many prudes, I saw no issue with making out with guys I barely knew. I tended to live in the moment, and boy, this was one moment I didn’t want to end.
Plastered against his solid length, I couldn’t miss his erection which pulsed against me behind the confining material of his jeans. I ground myself against it, and he grunted in my mouth. He slid his hands down from my waist to cup my full ass and pressed me more firmly against him. Oh sweet fucking bliss. Wet didn’t come close to describing the state of my pussy and I couldn’t wait to soak his cock.
If it hadn’t been for the stupid drunken humans who came stumbling into the alley, I would have fucked him, right there against the brick wall in the alley. But I had a softer bed at my place. We separated, our breathing uneven, pulses racing and I opened my mouth to tell him to come back to my apartment so I could make him a lucky man.
He, unfortunately, spoke first and ruined my mood. “You’re welcome.”
I think my jaw dropped. I know I clenched a fist when I asked him tightly, “Welcome for what?”
“Rescuing you, of course.”
I gaped at him, then I lost it. “Listen here, “I sputtered.
“Drake.”
Ooh, hot name, but I wouldn’t let his hotness distract me from my anger, lusty hormones or not. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I had things perfectly under control ‘til you decided to jump out of the sky like some underdressed Batman and take over. That was my bounty you stole.”
He scoffed at me. I know. I was surprised I didn’t kill him either.
“Please, a cute little thing like you a bounty hunter?”
I restrained myself from preening. Me, cute and little? Damned smooth talker. But pretty words wouldn’t allow him to escape my wrath. “Don’t you use flattery to cloud the issue. I was assigned this bounty by the Hellacious Office of Escapees.” More shortly known as HOE.
He crossed his arms over his impressive chest and my mouth went dry because all the moisture in my body headed straight for my pussy.
“Impossible. They put me on this case just today.”
Even overcome with lust, things suddenly became clear. “Medusa,” I snarled. “I’m gonna feed her snakes Ex-Lax for this.”
A rumbling chuckle made me break off from the swearing and various tortures I’d inflict on the slithery bitch. “What’s so damned funny?” I asked with a scowl.
“You.” His eyes glinted with mirth and his lips twitched in a smile which made me want to taste them all over again. “Say, do you want to get a coffee or something?”
Ha, first he stole my bounty, and then he thought I was going to let him ravish me. Hmm, on second thought, ravishment which included a lot of oral would probably go a long way towards appeasing me.
“I say let’s skip right to the something.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the street where we could flag a cab. I could have called a portal, but I really had this thing for making out in the backseat of cabs while the driver watched.
I didn’t drag my shirtless hunk for long as his greater stride brought him alongside me and his fingers weaved through mine, an intimate gesture I wouldn’t have believed of a big guy like him.
“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me your name before you have your way with me?” he asked, humor in his tone. “I’m Drake by the way.”
“So you already said. I’m Sally.” I replied absently looking up the street for a yellow taxi.
“Wait a second,” he said turning me to face him. “You wouldn’t be the Sally, would you?”
“Depends. Which Sally are you talking about?”
“The one I heard about. The one who’s put up a page on Hellbook looking for a superhero name and a sidekick.”
“Minion,” I corrected.
He laughed. I didn’t get the joke so I stood there tapping my foot glaring at him, my ardor shriveling with each guffaw. He kept howling though, so I finally had to ask. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“I expected someone bigger and badder,” he snorted, “not some cute little thing. And it’s not a sidekick you need, it’s a boyfriend to take care of you.”
“Well, when it comes to the position of minion or boyfriend, you need not apply. And as for not being bad enough, does this count?” I wear pointy toed shoes for a reason, and I showed Drake one of their many painful uses.
A cab pulled up as he hunched over gasping for air. I smiled at him sweetly. “Next time hands off my escapee. And in the future, wear a shirt, it’s indecent for you to gallivant around half-naked distracting those of us with serious jobs to do.”
I could have sworn I heard him laugh as I slammed the cab door shut. Not likely, only a madman would find humor in the pain I’d inflicted.
Turns out he was partly masochistic.
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Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey – www.razzdazzdesign.com
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Four Star Review for Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is a hilarious read!…The reality show is a unique story experience for me and I loved it! As the contestants lose, they fall into a hole, with each round less and less contestants left. I could just imagine everyone in Hell gathered around a television set to watch what would happen next!…If you are looking for a fun read filled with hot passionate (and a little kinky) sex, then pick up and read Last Minion Standing.”says MDobson Of Sizzling Hot Books
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Five Star Review for Last Minion Standing “Ms. Langlais takes us on a roller coaster ride that will have you smiling at your screen and laughing out loud.…This book is a joy to read, fun, refreshingly original and hilarious. Definitely one I’d recommend.”says CYD of Night Owl RomanceFor the full review click here.
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Five Star Review for Last Minion Standing “This story had everything you could want in a great story, romance, magic, sexy alpha males, a kick ass heroine, steamy sex, and just the right touch of mystery.…I was hooked from the beginning to the end, from the first sentence until the last word. Honestly the only thing you really need to know about this story is that you don’t want to miss it.”says BookJunki3 of Booki3 ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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Five Howls & Scorcher Award For Last Minion Standing “Eve Langlais writes dangerously sexy and witty novellas. She has become one of my favorite novella authors. Why? Because her writing is brilliant.…The sex is extremely hot! You get one scene with some very hot phone sex. Then be prepared for flogging, spanking and some rebelling from Sally just so she can have more sex fun LOL. “says Laurie of Bitten By Paranormal RomanceFor the full review click here.
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Five Heart Review For Last Minion Standing “This was an impishly entertaining read. Sally may look like an average woman but her demon father has provided her with some interesting characteristics. I love that she isn’t afraid to kick-butt and she doesn’t apologize for her sexual appetite.…I highly recommend if you like your paranormals with and extra dose of wit and passion.”says Therea Joseph of The Romance StudioFor the full review click here.
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Four Drop Review For Last Minion Standing “I loved it. This story was a quick easy read. One guaranteed to get your blood pumping and cause a little check blushing.…Drake is a yummy alpha male and Sally is a sexy hot demon. So far I have not been disappointed by one of Eve’s books.”says Athenna of Paranormal HavenFor the full review click here.
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Four and a Half Star Review for Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is a laugh out loud paranormal story with plenty of spicy females, hot shifters, and enough mischief to keep anyone entertained.…There are plenty of secondary characters and all are needed to keep the storyline going. I truly enjoyed Last Minion Standing…”says L.T. Blue of Just Erotic Romance ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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Five Cup Review For Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is one hot tale meant to set your unmentionables on fire. Drake and Sally together are a fire waiting to happen and it explodes all over the pages.The witty writing voice of Ms. Lanlais adds more kindling to a fire already blazing out of control. I dare you to pick this little number up and spend some time hotter than hell.”says Delane of Coffee Time ROmanceFor the full review click here.
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Four Raven Review For Last Minion Standing “Last Minion Standing is another totally irreverent, hysterically funny romp through the mind of Eve Langlais.…Last Minion Standing is a great, fun story and totally worth a read. It is an intriguing mix of paranormal, romance, mythology and humor with an overriding sexual component. Very cool! This type of writing is tough to get right, but Eve Langlais has it down pat.”says Lea of Black Raven ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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Completely Seduced Review For Last Minion Standing “Eve has an amazing talent of being able to catch the smolder of the irresistible Alpha male, the sassiness of a strong woman, the sizzle that comes when passions ignite and add them to fun and quirky storylines. LAST MINION STANDING is a perfect example of just how fun reading erotica can be and I loved every blush filled moment of it.…Full body shivers throughout the book as I read some of the things he(Drake) would say to her, the way he touched and looked at her and that man sure does have the ability with the seductive talk. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed as hard as I did reading some of the stuff that came out of his mouth.”says Bookish Snob of The Bookish Snob BooksFor the full review click here.
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My friend SE Smith has a new sci-fi romance coming your way…
By SE Smith
The fight to save Dagger takes Jordan on a journey that she hopes they both survive. The star system is a dangerous place for a young human female and a damaged Trivator warrior. Can Jordan reach Dagger in time, and if she does, can she heal his shattered soul?
The long awaited Book 3 in The Alliance is out March 31st. Don’t miss out! From S.E. Smith, NY Times & USA Today Best Selling Author of scifi, fantasy & paranormal romance.
http://sesmithfl.com/category/books/coming-soon/daggers-hope/
March 26, 2015
A teaser from my Work In Progress.
“Your arrogance really knows no limits. Just stay out of it. Please. I don’t need your help.”
“And yet you’re getting it anyhow.”
Frustration bubbled over and she let out screech. “Why are you being so stubborn?”
“Because I like you.”
Way to suck the irritation out of her. She blinked at him, noted for the first time since he’d abducted her this morning that he still wore the suit of the night before, albeit wrinkled, and with the tie hanging loose. His jaw glinted gold with the rough start of stubble, and lines of fatigue creased his features.
The truth struck her. “You never left last night.”
“Of course I didn’t. Did you really think I’d leave after seeing that message and how frightened you were?”
The realization he’d stuck around, just to watch over her wrenched at her heart. Here he’d done something utterly sweet, uncalled for and yet so nice, and here she was being a right bitch.
And why?
Because he scared her.
Arik frightened her not because she feared he’d harm her in any way despite her accusation of him kidnapping her. No, she feared him because he seemed too good to be true. Look at him. Rich, handsome, sexy beyond belief, totally interested in her, not at all daunted or put off by her stubborn attitude and sometimes acerbic tongue.
The perfect package—with the classic bitchy mother. He was every girl’s romantic fantasy. But she didn’t believe it. Didn’t believe she could be so lucky.
March 24, 2015
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He’s a bad boy who has done the time for his crimes and is trying to go straight.
She was betrayed by her ex and hides behind anger to cope.
They are complete and utter opposites, who don’t just attract, they explode.
