Miniseries Pricing and Release Dates!
Good afternoon! Here is the official scoop on my new erotic romance miniseries, The Dumont Diaries:
It will be a four-book series, each book roughly 60 pages long. I will release each book a week apart, starting on August 10th:
Book 1: To Have – August 10th, price: $.99
Book 2: To Hold – August 17th, price: $2.99
Book 3: Till Death – August 24th, price: $.99
Book 4: Do Us Part – August 31st, price $2.99
I wanted to post the pricing structure now, so there won’t be any hidden surprises for you as a reader. And since all four books are done and I am just waiting on the editors/formatters – there should be no issue about releasing these as promised. I have written blurbs on all four books, but don’t want to give away what happens in the series, so you can view Book 1′s blurb and excerpt below. I will post Book 2′s blurb after August 10th.
I love you all, and thanks so much for the support you guys give me year-round!!!
Book 1 of The Dumont Diaries: To Have
The lights have become a blanket of sorts, wrapping me in their warmth, shielding me from whatever is out there to hurt me. They block the faces that stare, the eyes that follow my movement. I used to squint when they came on, would duck my head to avoid the glare. But ducking takes me under the glare and reveals the world behind the lights, and that is a world I don’t want to see.
When salvation comes in the form of six feet of drop-dead-gorgeous, complete with a limo and a thick wad of cash, my stilettos run happily out the door to freedom. They say that money doesn’t buy happiness. But it does buy escape. Happiness is an overrated fairytale.
To Have Excerpt:
He leans forward and kisses me, and I suddenly don’t need the image of dollar bills to distract my mind. Everything floods the moment his lips touch mine.
Soft, sweet lips. Not what I expect from this commanding man. He brushes my lips softly, my lips parting for him, immediately wanting more. A groan slips from my mouth before I have a chance to capture it. His hands move up through my hair, gripping and pulling its strands. He tastes me, spreading my lips gently with his and dipping his tongue inside. I respond eagerly, my body taking over my mind, shoving it aside forcefully as a wave of arousal hits me. His touch turns harder, his mouth more demanding and he moves me backward, my heels skittering over tile, ’til the edge of the table is against me.
His hands grip my ass, squeezing it roughly, one hand on each cheek and lifts me easily, setting me on the table, the surface cool against my skin.
“Lay down,” he bites out against my mouth, taking one, last, torturous sweep with his tongue before he pulls off, stepping back and watching me.
I grip the glass top, sliding backward until my elbows are resting on the glass. I watch him, watch as he unbuttons his sleeves. He breathes hard, his eyes glued to mine and walks towards me, stopping a foot from the table.
