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Friday, 17 August 2018

Excerpt Tour & gIVEAWAY ~ RESPECT by Jay Crownover

   

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jay Crownover, comes the next title in her The Breaking Point romantic suspense series, RESPECT. Don’t miss the amazing tour below, and order your copy today!

   

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who called a corrupt kingdom home sweet home.

Protected and sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, she fell in love with the crumbling city that burned and blazed around her. Every dirty corner, every scary shadow, found a place within her heart. So did a man who was violent and dangerous, just like the streets she claimed as her own.

He was all business and brutality, except when it came to her. With her, he was calm, caring, and heartbreakingly patient.

He warned her over and over that he wasn't the man for her, but she refused to listen. She never expected either the streets or their enforcer to hurt her, since she'd given her heart so completely to both.

She should have known the streets in the Point were always going to be savage, and so was the man committed to keeping control of them in the hands of criminals and bloody kingpins.

Blindsided by a betrayal which cut so deeply she was sure the wounds would never heal, the princess fled the home she loved and the man who broke her heart. Throwing away her rusted, twisted crown was supposed to help her forget. All it did was make her long for everything she left behind.  She told herself she would never go back, but in this tormented kingdom, family is everything. Eventually, she has no choice but to return.

While she was gone, the people who loved her worked hard to make the city safe, and the man who destroyed her sank deeper into the darkness. Going back shouldn't feel like surrender... but it does. As this pretty princess hovers on the edge of the unknown, the past attacks with a vengeance. It's a good reminder that puppy love eventually grows up and turns into something with sharp teeth and one hell of a bite.

She never asked for the keys to the kingdom. She'd much rather go out and build her own.

   

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EXCERPT
~Karsen~
I was stuck to the spot, trapped by all the jagged, sharp pieces of my broken fantasies. I wanted to bolt, to run as far away as I could, but I couldn’t move. I felt like the shards would rip me to shreds any direction I turned. Even when the naked woman continued making out with the man of my dreams right in front of me, I was stuck in the same spot. The noises they were making were loud and graphic and all-encompassing. I could hear them echoing in the empty places in my chest where my heart used to be. 
Finally, the other woman in the skintight leather skirt and black bra walked over to where I was locked in place. Her hand was light on my arm and she touched me like I was made of glass, even though I wanted to claw her eyes out. 
I blinked up at her numbly, letting her guide me around and tow me toward the open front door. “Don’t worry, sweetie. There are better guys out there for someone like you. Guys much nicer than the type of guy Booker is…he’s made for women like me. You are still too new, too pristine, honey, and all he’ll do is ruin you.”
Everyone said that. I was sick to death of everyone telling me that. I didn’t want someone better for me. I wanted Booker. 
I finally gasped, pulling a burning breath into my starved lungs. “Today’s my birthday.” The words came out on a shuddering sob. I have no idea where that came from, why I’d share such an intimate detail with the woman who was next in line for Booker’s dick. I’d stop thinking rationally the second I heard the giggling through the door. 
She made a sympathetic noise and patted my arm. “Happy birthday, honey. You deserve something special.”
“Roxy. Get back in here. We’re moving to the bedroom.” The other girl’s voice was excited, and I felt her words settle in my stomach like a lead weight. 
“I thought he was special.” The words were barely a whisper. 
The woman squeezed my arm and I was shocked when she leaned forward and touched her brightly painted lips to my cheek in a kiss that was more like a whisper. I should’ve pushed her away, called her a whore, smacked her across the face…something, anything. But all I could do was watch as her perfect, painted face blurred into a melted blog as tears obscured my vision. 
“The fact that you think that proves you’re the special one. Get out of here and go live the kind of life that doesn’t have guys like Booker and girls like me and Rowan in it.” She backed up gently and firmly shut the door in my tear-streaked face. 
I don’t know how long I stood outside the door crying and trying to pull myself together. It was long enough to hear laughing voices quiet and disappear as they made their way farther inside the apartment. Once the tears stopped, I used the hem of my t-shirt to wipe away my smeared eye makeup, rubbed away the traces of moisture on my cheeks, and marched back upstairs to Race’s apartment. I wasn’t even all the way through the door before I was telling Brysen I wanted to change colleges. I wanted to go out of state and get as far away from the Point—and from Booker—as possible. 
Today was supposed to change everything…and it did. But not in the way anyone expected. Not in the way I’d dreamed about for years. 
Right then and there I made the decision that once I left the Point, I had no plans to ever come back. The city simply wasn’t big enough for me and Noah Booker and all the pieces of the heart he broke on my birthday. 

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About Jay Crownover: Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.    

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Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Blog Tour & EXCERPT ~ The Protector by HelenKay Dimon

Today we have the blog tour for The Protector by HelenKay Dimon! Check it out and get your copy today!

 

Title: The Protector:

Author: HelenKay Dimon

Genre Romantic Suspense

 

About The Protector:

Salvation, Pennsylvania. The commune located in the small town was advertised as a modern Utopia: a place to live, share, and learn with other like-minded young people. Cate Pendleton’s sister was one of them. Now she’s dead—and Cate won’t rest until she finds out who killed her. Stonewalled at every turn, she approaches a DC Fixer for help and ends up with Damon Knox, a mysterious man with a secretive past. But Cate soon discovers that she not only needs Damon, she wants him, which isn’t good—for the attraction brewing between them will only lead to complications that can turn into danger . . .   Damon has tried to erase the hellish memories and the evil that happened in Salvation ever since he left a long time ago. Still, he can’t turn his back on Cate. As Damon works with Cate to uncover her sister’s killer, he finds himself drawn to her more and more. But how will she feel about him when she learns about his connection to the place?   Joining forces to uncover the truth, they must stay one step ahead of a cunning killer who’s bent on not being exposed.    

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 EXCERPT

Cate heard the knocking sound and looked around the windowless conference room to track it. Nothing obvious stuck out as she swiveled her chair from one side to the other but the knocking stopped. That pretty much fit with her experience in the building so far. Plush and bustling with people inside. Outside, a nondescript beige building near Capitol Hill. She only knew the business’s official name – Owari Enterprises – due to the small plaque in the lobby. Not exactly where she’d expected the mysterious, everyone-wants-his-help D.C. fixer to work. 
Un-crossing and re-crossing her legs, she went back to studying the files in front of her. The same ones she’d collated, created and read at least a hundred times each. Police reports. Interviews. Piles of paper that purported to tell Shauna’s story but really only told the pieces that people assumed explained how and why she died.  Cate knew better.
The door opened behind her. She didn’t look up, choosing to focus on the paperwork instead. Then her visitor’s legs came into view. Long, like stupid long. Her head jerked up and she caught a peek at the rest of him. Tall and sleek in his slim-fitting black pants and black short-sleeve shirt with thin white stripes. 
She tried to look away, not see how fit he was. Ignore the way his biceps strained the hem of sleeves. Pretend she didn’t notice how those pants balanced low on his hips, highlighting his long torso and flat stomach. The light brown hair and his shocking green eyes. So, green. Like grass-on-a-summer-afternoon green. 
So far every man she met in this office gave off a hottie vibe. Men in suits. Men in casual clothes, all walking around, seemingly working hard with chiseled faces to match their impressive muscles. Almost like it was some sort of employment requirement.  
“Cate Pendleton?” The guy’s deep voice floated through the room.
The knocking started again right after. This time it beat in time with the smack of her knee against the underside of the desk. The second she realized she was the one causing the noise, she stopped fidgeting. 
She gestured at the chair across from her at the wide conference table. “Take a seat.”
But he didn’t move except for his eyebrow which kicked up and somehow managed to make him look amused. “I’m guessing that means you actually are Cate Pendleton.”
“Yes.” She assumed that was clear, but maybe there was more than one conference room with a lone woman on the edge in this place. “I have–”
“Hello.”
Good grief, that smile. He could sell anything to anyone with that dimple. Except her. She didn’t fall for that sort of thing. “What?”
“I thought we’d do the old-fashioned thing and introduce ourselves.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Damon Knox.”
“Okay.” Her gaze followed his arms and those long fingers. For a second all she could do was stare as mindless chatter rattled around in her brain. It took a few blinks for her to snap back to reality, shake and drop her hand to the table again. “Are you ready now?”
“Sorry I got delayed. How are we doing in here?” Garrett McGrath said as he stepped into the room behind the other guy.
She nodded toward Doug…wait, was that it? Her mind blanked out when he started talking. Not a state she was accustomed to. She blamed the secrecy covert crap she had to do to get on Wren’s radar. “Your guy is big on formal introductions.”
“That doesn’t sound like him.” Garrett winked at her then closed the door and took the chair at the head of the table. He glanced at Doug, Dan…whatever his name was. “Sit.”
He listened to Garrett and took a seat. Then he pointed at the shiny band on Garrett’s finger. “Congratulations. Gotta say, I never thought you’d get married.”
Garrett laughed. “We were looking at takeout menus one night and I suggested we go to Vegas and get the deed done. Once she said yes, I couldn’t get her there fast enough.”
“Couldn’t risk her changing her mind to that romantic proposal?”
Garrett’s laughter only got louder. “Exactly.”
Damon! Seeing the men go back and forth, paying her the same attention they paid to the plant in the room, sparked something and the name popped right into her head. One problem down. Now, onto the next one. Enough boy talk. The whole conversation raced by without her understanding the context. She’d picked up the Sullivan reference but little more.
“Excuse me.” They both stared at her now. “I’m not sure if this is some sort of mens’ club thing, but is there any chance one, or both of you, would consider filling me in on what’s happening. Me being the client and all.”
If Garrett was offended he hid it well. At her slight outburst, he pivoted the conversation and focus on her. “Sorry about that. But yes, Wren has used Damon on other missions.”
“How formal you sound,” Damon mumbled, not even trying to keep his voice low.
“And he’ll be with you on this until he heads into Sullivan to collect intel,” Garrett said, almost talking over Damon. “I’ll be your contact on the outside.”
She wasn’t convinced about this Damon guy or any plan to put him in Sullivan. Being hot didn’t qualify him for anything other than hotness, but he had said something pretty interesting. “But he mentioned you already have an inside man.”
Damon nodded. “She’s not wrong. I did.” 
“If there’s a person inside, I should just skip…” She let her voice trail off when Damon frowned at her.  “Well, I should work directly with that person and Damon can go do…whatever it is he does.”
Garrett glanced at Damon. “I see you’ve made quite an impression on her.”

 

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HelenKay Dimon spent the years before becoming a romance author as a...divorce attorney. Not the usual transition, she knows. Good news is she now writes full time and is much happier. She has sold over forty novels and novellas to numerous publishers, including HarperCollins, Kensington, Harlequin, Penguin Random House, Riptide and Carina Press. Her nationally bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous venues and her books have twice been named "Red-Hot Reads" and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. She is on the Board of Directors of the Romance Writers of America and teaches fiction writing at UC San Diego and MiraCosta College. You can learn more at her website: www.HelenKaydimon.com

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Wednesday, 1 August 2018

Excerpt Reveal & Preorder Blast: Love by Andi Jaxon & AJ Alexander

Find out how Casanova Charlie met his Twin Tornadoes in this excerpt from Love by Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander ... coming August 8!
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Charlie

“Sweets, you want me to stay with you, don’t you?” I give her the most pitiful look I can muster. Amber immediately starts to giggle, bringing Avery back to the door. Once she notices the look on my face, she’s laughing as well. I can’t hold it any longer, I laugh right along with my girls. “Alright, Casanova. You win, you can come in and watch a movie with us. No funny business.” “Are you kidding me? I’m not even going to get a blowy?” I say as I follow both of them into the living room, grabbing a seat on the couch. Amber looks at me with a straight face and says, “Only sluts give head on a first date. Everyone knows that.” The look on Avery’s face is priceless, I manage to muffle my laughter with a cough. Her cheeks pink, eyes become wide in surprise. “Well then, I guess you two are mine, cause we sure as hell did more than talk the night we met. Let’s call tonight the first date of many.” I can see the desire in both girl's eyes as they remember that night, I even have to reach down and adjust myself just thinking about all the fun we had. Stretching out in the back seat, there’s a knock on my window, and the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on pokes her head in. “Well, what do we have here?” A wicked smile plastered across her face. “Can I help you?” “You sure can,” she responds as she pulls her phone to her ear. “Babes, you have to come see what Kit-Kat left for us.” I hear a muffled response before she hangs up the phone. I watch as she opens the door and climbs into my jeep, straddling my legs. She groans as she slides her fingers into my hair pulling my face to hers. Forcing my mouth open with her tongue, we battle for control. I grip her hips, grinding her pussy into my rock hard cock. “Bitch, you started without me,” a second beauty snarks from the door as she climbs in. “Sorry, not sorry. He was just too delicious to resist.” These two women are my wet dreams in the flesh, curves in all the right places. Long brown hair, perfect for wrapping around my hand and pulling. “Are you twins?” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice, as I nibble on the neck of the beauty in my lap. “Close enough. I’m Avery, this is Amber. If you’re a good little sailor, maybe we’ll rock your world. You game?” There’s a twinkle in both their eyes that I can’t explain, these two are ready to play. Who am I to deny them? “Both of you strip. Arms on the seat and put those gorgeous asses in the air.” They both purr with anticipation as they follow my command. I slip my fingers into both of their pussies, both moan for me. I decided to have a little fun with Amber and put pressure on her tight hole, she groans deep in her chest, arching her back to give me better access. “Get Avery off, or you don’t get yours.” Avery looks at me, her blue eyes dark with lust, as she climbs above Amber so she can lick her folds. I finger Amber’s ass in time with each lick. “Oh, shit… oh, shit… fuck!” Avery moans. “Ride those fingers, baby.” As Amber continues to lick Avery, I’m pumping my fingers into Amber’s ass. “Oh God! I’m going to cum again!” she yells, bucking against us. Her body sings to me as if we’re in tune, Amber switches to finger Avery’s pussy, biting on her clit. “FUCK!” Avery screams her release. A lazy smile crossed her lips. “You just may be our new favorite toy,” she whispers in my ear before giving it a bite. Slowly but steadily, I push past the tight ring of muscles of Amber’s hole until I’m sheathed inside, both of us moaning from the sensation. “Fuck me,” she says. “With pleasure.” I keep up a punishing rhythm, leaning forward to squeeze her throat as we both cum hard. Grabbing a fist full of Avery’s hair, I slowly pull out of Amber and crush Avery’s mouth to mine. Sitting back on the seat, I position her over my dick. “Ride me like a cowgirl, Sugar.” “Hmm, Sugar, huh?” “You got a problem with it?” I raise my eyebrow, daring her to give me lip. “Not at all,” she takes my cock in one push causing us all to moan, Amber included. Avery is grinding her hips on mine as Amber’s fingers inch toward her clit. “Sugar needs something Sweet to eat.” With a smile, Amber climbs on my chest and bites Avery’s neck, encouraging her to fuck me harder, pushing her once again into an orgasm. I speed up, filling her as I groan in pleasure, they slide off of me, all of us trembling. I don’t know what I did to deserve these two, but I sure as hell am not letting them go.
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Raised in California, I’m a crunchy mom, save the whales and the rain forests, hippy. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it's late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I'm probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids. Want to know more about Andi Jaxon? Follow her on social media or subscribe to her mailing list to receive the latest information on new releases, sales, and more!
About AJ Alexander  
  Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, I like talking to people and finding what makes them tick, though that probably has to do with the Psychology degree. I’m up before the sun because my kids don’t sleep, chugging tea and coffee to keep my eyes open and my brain semi functional. Being married to a man in uniform means I’ve lived a lot of places, survived seeing my husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a lot of time raising my kids alone. I love to write messed up psychos with lots of angst, happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are my favorite to read as well as write. 

Monday, 23 July 2018

Excerpt Reveal ~ HANDLE WITH CARE by Nina Croft

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“Heat, heart and plenty of happy sighs.”-- Avery Flynn, USA Today bestselling author

 

Handle with Care, an all-new romantic standalone from Nina Croft is coming July 30th!

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Synopsis
What if all you want is the one thing you can’t have?
First grade teacher Emily Towson always does the right thing. The sensible thing. But in her dreams, she does bad, bad things with the town’s baddest boy: Tanner O’Connor. But when he sells her grandmother a Harley, fantasy is about to meet a dose of reality.
And then he goes and calls her “sensible”...
Tanner can’t believe sweet Emily is standing in his shop. Yelling and waving her hands and looking so god damn sexy he’s having trouble focusing. He’d spent two hard years in prison, with only the thought of this “good girl” to keep him sane.
He really should send her away...
Before either one thinks though, they’re naked and making memories on his tool bench with apparently the oldest condom in history. Now Tanner’s managed to knock-up the town’s “good girl” and she’s going to lose her job over some stupid “morality clause” if he doesn’t step up.
But can this bad boy teach his good girl they’re perfect for each other in time?
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Excerpt:
  “Tanner.” Just the way she said his name, sort of breathless, made him hard. He nodded.“Emily.” “What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrowed.“Did you follow me?” “You looked a little upset. I was just making sure no one else followed you.” “You mean Ryan? He’s being a total pain in the…” “Ass?” “Yes.” She pressed her finger to the spot between her brows.“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m usually so…” She took a couple of deep breaths.“He was making me so angry.” “I thought he was your boyfriend?” “Not anymore. It’s over between me and Ryan. It was over before that night you and I…” He decided to help her out.“Had hot, dirty sex on top of the workbench in my garage. Then up against the wall in my garage.” She gritted her teeth but gave a quick nod. “Why was it over with Mr. Perfect? Did he finish with you?” Maybe she’d needed some sort of affirmation of herself as a sexy woman. He wanted to beat Ryan for that, though he had ultimately benefited from it. “None of your business.” “Come on, Em. I’m curious.” Her face took on a mutinous expression, lips pursed.“He said I was sensible and then he asked me to marry him.” Tanner managed to choke back the laugh, but she must have seen it on his face. “It’s not funny.” He’d proposed? That made Tanner want to growl. But she had a point. It sounded as though Ryan had fucked up on the proposal. Tanner certainly wasn’t sorry. Ryan’s loss, his gain.“Let me get this straight. If he hadn’t called you sensible, you would have said yes?” “Probably not. He told me he’d decided it was time to settle down, and I was a nice, sensible woman, and would make him a suitable wife. Or something like that. I sort of stopped listening at ‘sensible.’What sort of man starts a proposal by saying you’re sensible?” “An asshole?” “Yes. Exactly. I said I didn’t think we were suited and walked out. Then when I got home, Mimi told me she’d bought a bike from you, and then she more than hinted that I was sensible, too. So when you said it as well, I just…sort of blew.” “Actually, you kissed me, then you stripped, then you threw yourself at me. I didn’t stand a chance.” He had an image of her standing naked in front of him, challenging him to do something, and almost groaned. “I did not throw myself at you.” He just stood there, one eyebrow raised. She folded her arms across her chest.“Anyway.I thought you were pretending that never happened?” “Believe me, I’m trying. But I keep getting these little flashbacks at the most inappropriate times. Like when I’m picking up a tool from my work bench and there you are, all soft and naked and panting for me.” Why did he do this to himself? His dick was almost painfully hard. She was staring at him wide-eyed, her pink lips slightly parted. She didn’t move. He cast a quick look around the street—it was empty—then he closed the space between them, lowered his head, and kissed her before she could even have an idea of his intentions. He half expected her to pull back and run away, but her lips softened, then parted under his, and he slipped his tongue inside, sliding it along the length of hers. He kissed her until they both ran out of air. He hadn’t thought kissing was such a big deal, but he could kiss Emily all night.  

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  Growing up in the cold, wet, north of England, Nina Croft spent a lot of time huddled under the blankets dreaming of faraway sunnier places and ponies. When she discovered both could be found between the covers of a book, her life changed forever. At the age of eighteen, in an attempt to turn dreams into reality, she headed south in search of the sun. She quickly picked up the perfect husband along the way, and developed a taste for red wine and holidays in warm places. Soon holidays weren’t enough, and together they volunteered to work in Africa where they both discovered a love of traveling and a dislike of 9-5 work. Afterward they spent a number of years travelling (whenever possible) intermingled with working (whenever the money ran out.) Eventually they stumbled upon a remote area in the mountains of southern Spain where they bought the small almond farm they now call home. No electricity, no neighbors, no chocolate shops, but on the plus side, stunning scenery, a vineyard to make her own red wine, and far enough away from anywhere to satisfy Nina’s hermit tendencies. She shares the farm with her husband, and an ever increasing number of animals, including Piggles, a three-legged Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. Nina now spends her days riding her mare Gencianna under the blue Spanish skies—sunshine and ponies. She reckons this is proof that dreams really can come true if you want them enough. She still travels, but usually only in her imagination, and can often be found lying under a fig tree, wine in hand, plotting stories of love in faraway places. Nina believes love can come to anyone, anytime, anywhere and her books reflect this.
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Friday, 20 July 2018

EXCERPT REVEAL & GIVEAWAY ~ It's Not Over by Grahame Claire

Today we have an excerpt reveal for Grahame Claire’s It’s Not Over! We are so excited about this fantastic release—be sure to pre-order today!

 

Title: IT’S NOT OVER

Author: Grahame Claire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: August 3th

 

About It’s Not Over:

Daniel I have two lives. One with the woman who owns me. The other tied to a past I can’t escape. For eight years, I kept them separate, knowing one day their collision was inevitable. That day has come. She’ll have to accept it. It’s over. Vivian   He has two lives. A beautiful one with me. Another shrouded in ugly secrets. It didn’t matter, until now. I don’t know why he’s destroyed us, But fighting for him will be the battle of my life. It’s not over.  

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“Three days is all you could wait to see me again?” I feigned confidence to hide my surprise at the sight of the angel warrior in the lobby of Hamerstein and Associates. What in the dickens is he doing here? And why the hell did he look like he just walked off a runway? Hands shoved in his pockets. A suit that hung on his broad frame like it was made for him. Dark hair mussed by the wind. But those eyes…shrewd, yet pleasure evident in them as I approached. My heart stuttered, but my strides were fluid instead of betraying the slight tremor in my legs. “We weren’t properly introduced,” he said as he closed the distance between us. “Ever consider there’s a reason for that?” He grinned, and I looked down at my clothes to make sure they hadn’t evaporated on the spot. Lord knew I felt like ripping them off. “You don’t strike me as a runner.” What the hell? Maybe I didn’t work out religiously—okay, at all—but I was in damn good shape. I lifted my chin. “Well, you strike me as a stalker.” His eyes danced, but his mouth quirked down as if the accusation was a foreign one and he didn’t quite know what to do with it. “Would you believe I happened to be in the neighborhood? Wanted to hear that Southern drawl again?” “Not a chance.” I lifted my chin, and his eyes raked down the column of my neck. I flexed my fingers so as not to touch the skin where his look had singed me. I couldn’t do this. Feel whatever this was. “You’ve said hello. Now, I have work to do.” I spun, and he caught me by the elbow. His breath on my ear raised every hair on my body. “See. A runner.” Was he insinuating I was a coward? I whirled back around to set him straight and immediately regretted it. His face was inches from mine. I held my breath to keep from burying my nose in his suit. No one should smell that good. Not without a warning. “I hope this isn’t your usual approach with women.” Fuck him and that gorgeous smile. It lit his whole face and made him even more impossibly handsome. “They usually approach me.” I rolled my lips together. “That explains a lot.” “Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” His voice was so low that I leaned in closer to hear him. Another mistake. I was too close, all in his personal space. “You want a proper introduction.” I thrust my hand out, creating some distance. “Vivian DeGraw. Though you already know that. Now goodbye.” His fingers clasped my hand and squeezed. He didn’t shake, just held me in place. “Daniel Elliott. And this most definitely isn’t goodbye.”  

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A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result...Grahame Claire. Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share. Pleased to meet you.  

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