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September 13, 2017
New Release: She Came with the Tide by Viviana Macade
I have Viviana Macade on my blog today with her latest release, a romantic contemporary and suspense.
A suspense novella, with a great love story, and one I really enjoyed. A 5* read for me. Ax is gorgeous and so protective. What we all love in our heroes.
Title: She Came With the Tide
Series: Crescent Creek Series
Release date: September 8th
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Andrea
I stopped breathing a long time ago.
I was taken into a cult when I was ten, married to the leader’s son at 20.
I learned to fear independence, so I stayed.
Day after day after day.
Until I couldn’t anymore.
So I started running and kept running because he’s after me.
Afraid, alone, hungry, but free.
Until a stranger offered me breakfast. And I said yes.
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Erik
The thing I can do best? Living. Hard and to the fullest.
The world had screamed my name, and I lived it all until I got tired of it.
Bought a surf board, a house in my sandy hometown, and started another great life.
Young, rich, and totally free had been working like a charm.
Until I saw that blue tent on the beach.
And my life changed again.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
July 29, 2017
#Absolute Surrender & Echo, Mine special…
If you love stories about angels, then you’re at the right place.
The books that started my #FallenGuardians’ series Absolute Surrender and it’s companion book, Echo, Mine on special, @99 pennies each.
She’s his salvation, he’s her demise. A love story that transcends realms…
ABSOLUTE SURRENDER
(Fallen Guardians #1)
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Born in the flames of Heaven’s wrath, he’s all things sinful and too dangerous to love.
An immortal guardian, Aethan has walked alone for millennia, trapped in a hell of his own. Until a feisty mortal crosses his path. A female he shouldn’t even look at, one who shakes the precarious foundations of all that he is, and one who’s determined to walk the edge of danger.
All her life, Echo Carter wanted “normal”, an impossible feat given that she can see demons. Drawn back to the alleys of New York, she’s determined to hunt down the one responsible for the death of her friend. And no man, no matter how sexy, will stop her. Until she discovers a horrifying truth about herself, forcing her to turn to the one man she should avoid. Aethan.
But when two stubborn wills collide, a dangerous passion ignites…
As evil closes in, Aethan has to overcome his darkest fears and claim Echo as his. If he doesn’t, he just could lose her to a far more sinister fate…
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EXCERPT:
“You should have never left the safety of the house, Echo. And now, you should have stayed away until I calmed down. I’m seconds away from making good on my promise.”
Her back stiffened at his threat to take away to some unknown place. “I’m not a possession to be packed away because you fear it’ll break. You want a relationship with me, you need to accept me for who I am.”
“At the expense of putting your life in danger? Don’t push me on this. You won’t like the trade-off.”
She bit back on the deluge that nearly spewed out at his threat. And said, “I don’t like you very much, right now.”
At her words, something shifted in his stance, his gaze. The chill in his eyes went into a slow burn, reminding her of a dangerous predator. He flung his t-shirt aside and prowled closer.
Hastily, she backed away. She wasn’t a fool. Whatever he planned wouldn’t be good for her. Then she met his eyes, and fear gave way to anticipation. Breathing became harder, aware she’d unleashed this dangerous side of him.
“You don’t like me, do you?” He stalked her until her back hit the wall. Hands slapped down on either side of her head, locking her in. “Let’s see about that, shall we?”
His eyes glowed fiercely, filled with possession. He lowered his head. His nose trailed lightly along her jaw and down her neck.
Echo stilled, unprepared for the sensual feeling of his lips lightly grazing her skin. The heady scent of rainstorms, his masculine heat, and raw sex surrounded her. She could almost taste him on her tongue.
“Aethan,” she whimpered, desire surging through her veins. If he could do that without even touching her, she truly was in trouble. But she didn’t care. She only knew that if he didn’t kiss her, she would burn up from her own heat and die, and then he’d be sorry. She tilted her face toward his, seeking his lips.
Soft laughter reached her ears as though he could hear her thoughts. “Still don’t like me, do you?”
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July 27, 2017
#Breathless + excerpt
Hi There,
If you signed up for my newsletter, then you would have read the sizzling excerpt I’d included in it. For those who haven’t, I can’t really post the same one here, but here’s another.
When a bad boy falls…
Breathless
BLURB
When the fairy tale life you believed in falls apart, there is nothing else left…
Or so I thought, until Trouble, wrapped in one hunky body and a sinful smile promising untold pleasure of the carnal kind, lands on my doorstep. Despite what my body demands or the fact that I’m irresistibly drawn to him, I’d been burned too deeply to dare try again. Besides, Max Meade-Sinclair is my younger sister’s best friend—and totally off-limits.
Ila Logan’s coolly dismissive manner captures and challenges me from the moment our paths cross. What I want, I usually get. A little thing like age isn’t going to stop me. Neither are the men who disappear into her secluded room. However, she proves a difficult opponent who leaves me falling for her a little more at each encounter.
This tempestuous woman is mine, but to win her, I must dig deeper, and show her that beneath my brawling, player facade exists a man who would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
But surviving my own dark past may just destroy the fragile bond growing between us…
♥
EXCERPT 3 (R)
Footsteps sounded. I didn’t want company and hoped whomever it was would just fuck off. I took another drag, filling my lungs with more smoke.
“Max?”
At her voice, everything in me tensed. I glanced at her. “What do you want?”
She drew closer. “Are you all right?”
A harsh laugh caught in my throat. All right? God, I was so fucked in the head over this woman, I had no idea which way was up or down. It surprised me that she’d come after me.
Deliberately, I let my gaze sweep over her as I took a longer pull on my cigarette, wanting some reaction out of her instead of this frigid wall she presented me with daily.
Her face flushed, and she crossed her arms beneath her chest, dragging my gaze to her tempting breasts. Her short, unpainted, ragged nails dug into the flesh of her upper arms, but her fingers were messed with the tan and cream oils she’d used painting the fucker.
“Why are you here? Don’t you have a client to see to?”
A sigh escaped her. “Max, this isn’t working. Kate, my boss, has a place available. It’s not very expensive—”
“Of course,” I drawled and took another pull from my smoke. “Easier to get rid of me than face the truth, isn’t it, Ila? Be honest with yourself for once. You want me, too, and you’re too fucking scared to admit it.”
Her gaze shifted away from mine and then came back—a hint of desperation in her gaze. “I’m not scared.”
“Really?” Anger edged my cold tone. “Then why so anxious to get rid of me? Running, Ila?”
“I’m not running—don’t you want a decent bed to sleep on instead of a couch? And stop calling me that!”
She didn’t like me calling her Ila? Satisfaction welled. I’d rattled her. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Not the way you say it.” Her mouth tightened. “Besides, you can’t be comfortable there.”
“It’s odd. My sleeping arrangements never came up until I wanted to rearrange your client’s face. And just how do I say your name, Logan?” I lowered my tone to a sensual purr. “I don’t care where I sleep so long as it’s near you.”
The mouth I was dying to taste again opened then closed. I’d never hidden the fact that I wanted her.
“Stop it.” A whisper.
I took another pull on my smoke. “Why?”
“God, Max, must I spell this out for you—”
“That you’re older?”
A deep sigh left her. “Yes, that’s part of it.”
What? I was too young to even consider the type of relationship she’d probably want?
Grasping her hand, I pressed it against my chest. “Whatever is happening inside here tells me differently. When I think of him naked around you, I want to kill him.”
Her lips trembled. She eased her hand from under mine. “Max, don’t make this any harder than it is—”
Her eyes widened. Bet she hadn’t meant to let that slip.
Hell, I could be a nice guy and let it go. I could even take up the offer of whatever poky box of an apartment she’d so sweetly offered. But I wasn’t nice. I always walked where I shouldn’t. And when it came to this gorgeous and insecure girl who thought she was too old for me, I had no qualms about not being fucking nice.
“So you think it’s wrong, me wanting you?”
“Yes.”
The fact that she said it without hesitation twisted my stomach.
“And I have a date. Tomorrow,” she added.
Irritation surged through me. No more, I was done playing.
“I see.” I eyed her for a second. “Okay, then. One kiss. Can’t hurt, right, with you dating someone else?” I killed the end bit of my smoke on a nearby wrought iron table and tossed it away. “And I want it all, Logan, since it’s probably the only thing I’ll get from you.” Sliding my hands into my pockets, I rocked on my heels and waited.
“You’re crazy!” She spun and headed back for the stairs.
“Scared?” My soft word floated in the night. Accusing.
She stopped dead. A low growl escaping her, she pivoted and stomped back to me. Grabbing my tee, she yanked me down to her and slammed her mouth on mine.
It wasn’t the kiss I wanted, but it pierced me all the way to my hardened heart.
Before she pulled away, I slid my arms around her waist. “Not so fast. That’s not the kiss I want—this is.”
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June 21, 2017
Stonetree Trilogy (Black Mountain Bears) By Ophelia Bell
I have Ophelia Bell on my blog today. Her Stonetree Trilogy (Black Mountain Bears) is discounted @99 pennies from the 6/15-6/30.
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Gaia save the Queen…
Emma Stonetree’s father is missing. Worse yet, her uncle’s gone too, leaving her and her two cousins, Jasper and Jade, floundering for an explanation.
All Emma can think of are their fathers’ stories—tall tales of magic, mystery, and a whole host of shifter races. Stories she might not have believed, if not for her own research into the matter—research that hardly prepares her for the trials of magic she and her cousins will endure as they set off that Midwinter’s night to discover their roots.
Nor does it prepare the three for what they find on the other side of the mystical portal their fathers disappeared into: the ursa, a fertility-focused race of bear shifters, with customs that defy their human sensibilities. Except the trio swiftly learn they aren’t really human either, and once inside the ursa Sanctuary, they are just as bound by ursa laws as the earth is bound by the seasons.
Emma and her cousins must make a choice: accept their legacies as ursa royalty, accept the love they find inside the sanctuary, or reject their passions and retreat to their safe, mundane lives, never to return to the realm they were meant to inherit.
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EXCERPT
“Where am I now?”
“In the Sanctuary, Princess,” Green-Eyes said.
She sat up, scrubbing her hands over her face, then raked her fingers through her tangled hair. A warm breeze blew through, tickling across her skin, the sensation way too pleasant and intimate. She shivered, glancing down her body and realizing she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Her stomach lurched, her entire body growing intensely warm at the realization she was buck naked. She immediately clutched her knees to her chest and looked wildly around.
“Where the fuck are my clothes?”
Brown-Eyes chuckled. “You left quite the trail of breadcrumbs. It was fun watching the striptease you gave us on the way in.” He let out a pleased sigh. “Gorgeous, really.”
Emma stared at him, shocked at the appraising look he gave her and uncertain whether she should be offended or flattered. At least until she gave him a once-over and realized he was just as au naturel as she was. She raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at her other new companion. Yep. Green-Eyes was as bare as a newborn. He was also definitely all hard-bodied man and not the least bit shy about it.
Seeing his naked body made her forget about her own. How in the world could a man so perfect actually exist? So perfectly messy, really. His brown hair was short, but a little shaggy, sticking out in all directions like he’d worried it over and over. He was well-muscled without being bulky, with a long, lean torso, his chest covered in a luxuriant layer of hair. Just enough to make her want to run her fingers down his chest and stomach, but not so thick that she’d think of him as actually furry. The hair tapered past his navel, the natural growth a kind of arrow pointing southward, and her eyes followed.
A throat cleared, but Emma found it difficult to tear her eyes away from the slumbering beast that was nestled between the man’s legs. Jesus, he wasn’t even hard and he was that big?
“See something you like, Princess?”
Um, everything?
February 12, 2017
New Release: Luck be an Angel by Liza O’ Connor
Hi Folks,
I have the pleasure to host the awesome Liza O’ Connor with her latest release, a sweet romance, Luck be an Angel, today. It’s a perfect read for Valentines day.
I remember once applying for a job at a Japanese firm in New Jersey. They spent a whole day having me meet various polite Japanese fellows. Finally, at the end of the day, I was sent to a female American in personnel. She didn’t mince words as she explained I had no shot of being hired, nor would I be able to do my job as a strategist if they did hire me. The Japanese men would never listen to me. In exasperation, I asked why they had just wasted their day and mine. “While they don’t have to hire you, they do have to allow you to apply. That is the law.”
Having wasted my time really pissed me off! So I suggested the woman should be the first person on the list instead of the last.
In my book, the situation is reversed. It’s Ethan who is told by Sara she can’t hire him because the townspeople wouldn’t approve of a man living in her house.
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Reporter, Ethan Long, is sent into the backwoods of Arkansas to investigate a woman who claims her sixteen boys were born by Immaculate Conception. Not believing in divine intervention, Ethan plans to uncover the identity of the man who continues to impregnate Sara Smith every year, leaving her to raise her sons on nothing but luck and love. He enters their home as a tutor and eventually discovers the truth, but not before he has fallen in love with Sara and her wonderful boys. Now he must face his own crossroad in life and decide whether to follow his heart or his professional obligations.
EXCERPT
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to meet you. I was outside hanging laundry. I appreciate your patience with my eldest. He’s sixteen going on twenty.”
Mr. Long smiled at her comment. He had a very nice smile and good teeth. Her ma would have liked his smile.
Why was she thinking of her mama so much today? Probably ‘cause she could use some good advice. Oliver wasn’t the only one waking from nightmares these days.
“You’ve got wonderful boys,” Mr. Long said.
“And a lot of them,” she added and laughed.
He chuckled. “That, too.”
She liked his laugh. It was warm and heartfelt. She sighed. If only he were a woman!
“Mr. Long, I’m sorry you had to travel all the way out here, but I can’t hire you.”
Disappointment shone in his dark eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I need a female teacher.”
His frown deepened. “For sixteen boys?”
She could tell by his tone he thought her nuts.
She laughed softly. “No, the boys would much rather have you. But the townspeople would be very upset if I were to let a man live here.”
His jaw tightened. “That would be the same townspeople that kicked your boys out of their school?”
She chewed her bottom lip, wondering where Mr. Long had heard that. “They had no choice. I’m no longer in city limits.”
Mr. Long sighed and studied her, as if trying to figure her out. “Has anyone else applied for the job?”
She chewed her lip some more. “Not yet.”
“What did your boy mean when he said now they wouldn’t take them away?”
She’d say this for Mr. Long. He could find the weakness in her argument faster than lightning. “If I don’t find a teacher by the end of this week, Social Services said they might have to take the boys.” Tears gathered in her eyes at the thought of losing her boys. The Child Protection woman kept insisting it was the best thing for them, and if she really loved them like she claimed, she’d let them go to good Christian homes. Sara wanted to do right by her sons, but deep in her heart, she knew they were better off here. Nobody could love her boys better than her.
Mr. Long gently touched her hand, bringing her attention back to him. “Then before you send me off, don’t you think you should make certain you can find a woman teacher?”
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Luck be an Angel
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
Other Books by Liza:
CONTEMPORARY
A Long Road to Love Series
Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance
CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE
White Oak Mafia Series
Snarky, Romantic, Suspense Thriller
Requires Rescue Series
Often Humorous, Contemporary, Romance/Suspense
Standalone books with a special twist
Even the strong can use a helping hand when life gets hard.
SINGLE CONTEMPORARY BOOKS
Humorous, Contemporary Romance with Ghost & Ghost cat
Sweet Contemporary Romance with a Paranormal twist
February 7, 2017
New Release: She Came With the Tide by Vivi Mackade
Hey guys,
I have the wonderful Vivi Mackade on my blog today. Come join us and check out her latest release: She came with the Tide.
A suspense novella, with a great love story, and one I really enjoyed. A 5* read for me.
Ax is gorgeous and so protective. What we all love in our heroes.
Tag Line: She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’
Blurb:
He’s impulsive, fearless, and fun loving.
Erik Axelsson, Ax, had it all: talent, fame, money. He’d lived the rock & roll life fully and with gusto until it wasn’t fun anymore. Without a second thought, he’d traded the spotlight with the Floridian sun, and the guitar with a surfboard. Young, rich, and free from anything – what more he could need?
She’s innocent, scared, and in trouble.
Andrea Smith escaped the life imposed to her when her parents joined a cult. After years on the run, hunger pushed her to accept a stranger’s offer for breakfast. She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’.
But the past catches up with her, forcing Andrea to choose what person she wants to be: the scared cult member that obeyed in silence, or the new woman Erik made blossom.
Excerpt #1
Erik brushed his palm on his prickling shoulders as the angry sun hit, leaving only salt where ocean drops had been a few minutes before. He revered in that roasting pleasure, in the blues of the sky and water surrounding him. Entertained by his unplanned guest, he pulled his dripping hair into a messy bun.
It had been a good day for surfing, with waves still crashing on the shoreline. The rumble must have hidden the croaky zip of the tent’s zipper because when he looked down at the entrance, he found two huge brown eyes staring at him.
The echo of lifetimes ago, distant, feeble, poked at him. The feeling dwelling into his heart after his parents had died, now lingered on her delicate features. Fear.
The girl took a breath, clenched her teeth and crawled out. She rose on all of her five feet five or so. “Who–” she cleared her throat. “Who are you?”
Wasn’t that a question he wasn’t used to? Everybody knew Ax and the Hurricanes. He’d spent ten years of his life on everybody’s mouth, eyes and above all, ears. Newspapers. TV. Concerts. Surprise for the question shadowed the male appreciation of the woman in front of him. For now. He’ll so be back at that.
“I think the question is, who are you?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“A camper.”
“Well, camper, your tent is on my property, in case you missed that,” he said pointing at the Private Property notice on the berm not far from her den. He had to invest some money into a proper sign, he thought when he eyed the rusty, barely visible sign. “My house’s back there, anyway.”
She turned around, took those details in. “Oh.”
Erik used that time to make some math. A girl, alone, in an old tent. The black bag he’d peeked to with clothes in it. That look in her eyes. He sighed. “You hungry?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go.”
He took his surfboard and turned to go. “What?” he asked when she didn’t move.
“I–I don’t know you.”
Yeah, okay, back to that. She either had lived on the moon for the past fifteen years or was bullshitting him. He would give her the benefit of the doubt because she was hot, and keep Sheriff Charlie on speed dial for a while. He turned around. “I’m Erik Axelsson.”
He waited for his name to dawn on her. Nothing. Seriously?
“I’m Andrea Smith.”
“All right, Andrea Smith. I’m hungry, covered in sand, and the sun is cooking my brain. I’m going in, you do as you please.”
Excerpt #2
She took a step back to look at him in the eyes when he towered in front of her.
“Andrea?”
“Thank you for everything, Erik. It’s more than anyone has ever done for me.” She had to stop and clear her voice. Those words burned and scorched more than a thousand flames. “It’s time for me to leave. I’m sure you understand.”
He ran his fingers through his pale gold mane, scratched his head, frowned as he looked outside for a second. “You can be sure I don’t.”
“I’m sorry about that, but–”
“But what? Is it the itch of the road? Because believe me, baby, I know all about that.”
“No, it’s not that.” Far from it.
He opened his arms, just as wide as his sapphire eyes. “Then what the hell is it? All the secrecy, the half words.” He walked to the fridge, took a bottle of cranberry juice, closed the door with a slam that made the inside of the fridge rattle. Then he faced her again. “I opened my house to you.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“You’re right. My bad. Regardless, I’m sure I deserve a teeny-tiny bit of trust. Or, at the very least, a goodbye.” His eyes leveled with hers as he leaned over. “You were sneaking out, weren’t you, Pixie?”
“No.”
“Lousy, lousy liar.”
“Why are you so mad?” she managed and was surprised to see the same question in his eyes.
“Just because.”
She’d be damned if she let the tears go. It didn’t matter if his eyes had lost the heat of anger and turned a soft blue. It didn’t matter if he stretched his hand, only to brush the back of his finger along her cheek. “I know you’re in trouble. Trust me, Andrea. Please.”
“Why,” she managed through a shaky voice. “Why are you going through all this trouble for me?”
He shrugged.
That made her chuckle through the tears. “That’s not an answer.”
“Neither are yours.”
She closed her eyes. Tired. She was so tired. Of running, of loneliness, of fear. What he offered was not a solution because there wasn’t any. He was ready to give her some relief, support, a shoulder that would help to take the edge off the past years and it was more than she’d ever had.
Andrea took his hand, big and warm and strong, in hers. “Come sit with me.”
Extract #3
It was over. He would kill her, if she were lucky enough. Otherwise, he’d take her back and, this time, she’d stay. Because ultimately, David had been right all along.
Time dragged on in clotted instants. She wasn’t strong or clever enough to be free from him and the Children. She wasn’t worth enough to have happiness. Because of that, Erik had paid.
Her beautiful, fearless Erik, had gone down like a leaf when David hit him.
Again, she’d been useless.
David and his men got into the car.
It sure was the best option for Erik, being rid of her. Safer. Quieter. He’d told her he loved her and she believed him, but she also knew how forgettable she was. Soon, he’d get over her, find happiness with someone else, someone more like him.
Thinking about it didn’t hurt. Nothing could pass the cold she carried inside. She’d tried to live and failed, and it would take too much strength to end her life by herself. She would wait for the end–whenever it came, she’d welcome it.
“Let’s go,” David said as he drove away.
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January 3, 2017
#Breathless + A sneak peek excerpt
Hi There,
If you signed up for my newsletter, then you would have read the sizzling excerpt I’d included in it. For those who haven’t, I can’t really post the same one here, but here’s another.
When a bad boy falls…
Breathless
20th December
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When the fairy tale life you believed in falls apart, there is nothing else left…
Or so I thought, until Trouble, wrapped in one hunky body and a sinful smile promising untold pleasure of the carnal kind, lands on my doorstep. Despite what my body demands or the fact that I’m irresistibly drawn to him, I’d been burned too deeply to dare try again. Besides, Max Meade-Sinclair is my younger sister’s best friend—and totally off-limits.
Ila Logan’s coolly dismissive manner captures and challenges me from the moment our paths cross. What I want, I usually get. A little thing like age isn’t going to stop me. Neither are the men who disappear into her secluded room. However, she proves a difficult opponent who leaves me falling for her a little more at each encounter.
This tempestuous woman is mine, but to win her, I must dig deeper, and show her that beneath my brawling, player facade exists a man who would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
But surviving my own dark past may just destroy the fragile bond growing between us…
♥
EXCERPT 3 (R)
Footsteps sounded. I didn’t want company and hoped whomever it was would just fuck off. I took another drag, filling my lungs with more smoke.
“Max?”
At her voice, everything in me tensed. I glanced at her. “What do you want?”
She drew closer. “Are you all right?”
A harsh laugh caught in my throat. All right? God, I was so fucked in the head over this woman, I had no idea which way was up or down. It surprised me that she’d come after me.
Deliberately, I let my gaze sweep over her as I took a longer pull on my cigarette, wanting some reaction out of her instead of this frigid wall she presented me with daily.
Her face flushed, and she crossed her arms beneath her chest, dragging my gaze to her tempting breasts. Her short, unpainted, ragged nails dug into the flesh of her upper arms, but her fingers were messed with the tan and cream oils she’d used painting the fucker. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a client to see to?”
A sigh escaped her. “Max, this isn’t working. Kate, my boss, has a place available. It’s not very expensive—”
“Of course,” I drawled and took another pull from my smoke. “Easier to get rid of me than face the truth, isn’t it, Ila? Be honest with yourself for once. You want me, too, and you’re too fucking scared to admit it.”
Her gaze shifted away from mine and then came back—a hint of desperation in her gaze. “I’m not scared.”
“Really?” Anger edged my cold tone. “Then why so anxious to get rid of me? Running, Ila?”
“I’m not running—don’t you want a decent bed to sleep on instead of a couch? And stop calling me that!”
She didn’t like me calling her Ila? Satisfaction welled. I’d rattled her. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
Her mouth tightened. “Not the way you say it.”
“It’s odd. My sleeping arrangements never came up until I wanted to rearrange your client’s face.”
“You can’t be comfortable there.”
I ignored that. “Just how do I say your name, Logan?” I lowered my tone to a sensual purr. “And I don’t care where I sleep so long as it’s near you.”
The mouth I was dying to taste again opened then closed. I’d never hidden the fact that I wanted her.
“Stop it.” A whisper.
I took another pull on my smoke. “Why?”
“God, Max, must I spell this out for you—”
“That you’re older?”
A deep sigh left her. “Yes, that’s part of it.”
What? I was too young to even consider the type of relationship she’d probably want?
Grasping her hand, I pressed it against my chest. “Whatever is happening inside here tells me differently. When I think of him naked around you, I want to kill him.”
Her lips trembled. She eased her hand from under mine. “Max, don’t make this any harder than it is—”
Her eyes widened. Bet she hadn’t meant to let that slip.
Hell, I could be a nice guy and let it go. I could even take up the offer of whatever poky box of an apartment she’d so sweetly offered. But I wasn’t nice. I always walked where I shouldn’t. And when it came to this gorgeous and insecure girl who thought she was too old for me, I had no qualms about not being fucking nice.
“So you think it’s wrong, me wanting you?”
“Yes.”
The fact that she said it without hesitation twisted my stomach.
“And I have a date. Tomorrow,” she added.
Irritation surged through me. No more, I was done playing.
“I see.” I eyed her for a second. “Okay, then. One kiss. Can’t hurt, right, with you dating someone else?” I killed the end bit of my smoke on a nearby wrought iron table and tossed it away. “And I want it all, Logan, since it’s probably the only thing I’ll get from you.” Sliding my hands into my pockets, I rocked on my heels and waited.
“You’re crazy!” She spun and headed back for the stairs.
“Scared?” My soft word floated in the night. Accusing.
She stopped dead. A low growl escaping her, she pivoted and stomped back to me. Grabbing my tee, she yanked me down to her and slammed her mouth on mine.
It wasn’t the kiss I wanted, but it pierced me all the way to my hardened heart.
Before she pulled away, I slid my arms around her waist. “Not so fast. That’s not the kiss I want—this is.”
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#Breathless + A sneak peek excerpt
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If you signed up for my newsletter, then you would have read the sizzling excerpt I’d included in it. For those who haven’t, I can’t really post the same one here, but here’s another.
When a bad boy falls…
Breathless
20th December
BLURB
When the fairy tale life you believed in falls apart, there is nothing else left…
Or so I thought, until Trouble, wrapped in one hunky body and a sinful smile promising untold pleasure of the carnal kind, lands on my doorstep. Despite what my body demands or the fact that I’m irresistibly drawn to him, I’d been burned too deeply to dare try again. Besides, Max Meade-Sinclair is my younger sister’s best friend—and totally off-limits.
Ila Logan’s coolly dismissive manner captures and challenges me from the moment our paths cross. What I want, I usually get. A little thing like age isn’t going to stop me. Neither are the men who disappear into her secluded room. However, she proves a difficult opponent who leaves me falling for her a little more at each encounter.
This tempestuous woman is mine, but to win her, I must dig deeper, and show her that beneath my brawling, player facade exists a man who would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
But surviving my own dark past may just destroy the fragile bond growing between us…
♥
EXCERPT 3 (R)
Footsteps sounded. I didn’t want company and hoped whomever it was would just fuck off. I took another drag, filling my lungs with more smoke.
“Max?”
At her voice, everything in me tensed. I glanced at her. “What do you want?”
She drew closer. “Are you all right?”
A harsh laugh caught in my throat. All right? God, I was so fucked in the head over this woman, I had no idea which way was up or down. It surprised me that she’d come after me.
Deliberately, I let my gaze sweep over her as I took a longer pull on my cigarette, wanting some reaction out of her instead of this frigid wall she presented me with daily.
Her face flushed, and she crossed her arms beneath her chest, dragging my gaze to her tempting breasts. Her short, unpainted, ragged nails dug into the flesh of her upper arms, but her fingers were messed with the tan and cream oils she’d used painting the fucker. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a client to see to?”
A sigh escaped her. “Max, this isn’t working. Kate, my boss, has a place available. It’s not very expensive—”
“Of course,” I drawled and took another pull from my smoke. “Easier to get rid of me than face the truth, isn’t it, Ila? Be honest with yourself for once. You want me, too, and you’re too fucking scared to admit it.”
Her gaze shifted away from mine and then came back—a hint of desperation in her gaze. “I’m not scared.”
“Really?” Anger edged my cold tone. “Then why so anxious to get rid of me? Running, Ila?”
“I’m not running—don’t you want a decent bed to sleep on instead of a couch? And stop calling me that!”
She didn’t like me calling her Ila? Satisfaction welled. I’d rattled her. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
Her mouth tightened. “Not the way you say it.”
“It’s odd. My sleeping arrangements never came up until I wanted to rearrange your client’s face.”
“You can’t be comfortable there.”
I ignored that. “Just how do I say your name, Logan?” I lowered my tone to a sensual purr. “And I don’t care where I sleep so long as it’s near you.”
The mouth I was dying to taste again opened then closed. I’d never hidden the fact that I wanted her.
“Stop it.” A whisper.
I took another pull on my smoke. “Why?”
“God, Max, must I spell this out for you—”
“That you’re older?”
A deep sigh left her. “Yes, that’s part of it.”
What? I was too young to even consider the type of relationship she’d probably want?
Grasping her hand, I pressed it against my chest. “Whatever is happening inside here tells me differently. When I think of him naked around you, I want to kill him.”
Her lips trembled. She eased her hand from under mine. “Max, don’t make this any harder than it is—”
Her eyes widened. Bet she hadn’t meant to let that slip.
Hell, I could be a nice guy and let it go. I could even take up the offer of whatever poky box of an apartment she’d so sweetly offered. But I wasn’t nice. I always walked where I shouldn’t. And when it came to this gorgeous and insecure girl who thought she was too old for me, I had no qualms about not being fucking nice.
“So you think it’s wrong, me wanting you?”
“Yes.”
The fact that she said it without hesitation twisted my stomach.
“And I have a date. Tomorrow,” she added.
Irritation surged through me. No more, I was done playing.
“I see.” I eyed her for a second. “Okay, then. One kiss. Can’t hurt, right, with you dating someone else?” I killed the end bit of my smoke on a nearby wrought iron table and tossed it away. “And I want it all, Logan, since it’s probably the only thing I’ll get from you.” Sliding my hands into my pockets, I rocked on my heels and waited.
“You’re crazy!” She spun and headed back for the stairs.
“Scared?” My soft word floated in the night. Accusing.
She stopped dead. A low growl escaping her, she pivoted and stomped back to me. Grabbing my tee, she yanked me down to her and slammed her mouth on mine.
It wasn’t the kiss I wanted, but it pierced me all the way to my hardened heart.
Before she pulled away, I slid my arms around her waist. “Not so fast. That’s not the kiss I want—this is.”
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♥
December 20, 2016
MoBPromos: Breathless Release Giveaway
Hope you’re all have a great week so far.
I have a great giveaway going with the Magic of Books Promotion.
A print copy of Breathless + a $25 Amazon giftcard!
So if you want a chance to win this awesome prize, here ya go!
December 16, 2016
Another sneak peek excerpt # Breathless
Releasing 20th December
BLURB
When the fairy tale life you believed in falls apart, there is nothing else left…
Or so I thought, until Trouble, wrapped in one hunky body and a sinful smile promising untold pleasure of the carnal kind, lands on my doorstep. Despite what my body demands or the fact that I’m irresistibly drawn to him, I’d been burned too deeply to dare try again. Besides, Max Meade-Sinclair is my younger sister’s best friend—and totally off-limits.
Ila Logan’s coolly dismissive manner captures and challenges me from the moment our paths cross. What I want, I usually get. A little thing like age isn’t going to stop me. Neither are the men who disappear into her secluded room. However, she proves a difficult opponent who leaves me falling for her a little more at each encounter.
This tempestuous woman is mine, but to win her, I must dig deeper, and show her that beneath my brawling, player facade exists a man who would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
But surviving my own dark past may just destroy the fragile bond growing between us…
♣
Excerpt 2
“With my defenses still down after my horrid nightmare, his words were like a lasso, slowly but surely drawing me close. The urge to lean in and let his strong arms hold me grew. He was all heat and sinful temptation. And so, so wrong.
I pushed him away, but he captured my hand against his chest, keeping me there. “You’re touching me, and nothing happened. See?”
“Yes, you’re about as innocent as a wolf in a henhouse,” I muttered.
“In sheep’s clothing,” he corrected, green eyes alight with amusement.
Stifling back a sigh, I pressed past him.
“You’ll soon see that I’m right, Logan.”
“About what?”
“Us.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Probably. Three days, and you’ll kiss me. Three weeks, you’ll love me. In three years…?” He was openly laughing now. “Who knows?”
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