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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Awakening by Olivia Hayes





SYNOPSIS:

After suffering a terrible loss Caroline closed herself off to any more heartache. Haunted by the memory of love lost, she wonders if her heart can ever heal or if she will be alone forever. When her grandmother passes away Caroline reluctantly travels to a nearby town to help her family settle the estate and encounters a charming and irresistibly sexy man from her past.

Following his brother's untimely death Luke has made it a point to live in the here and now. But he's never been able to forget the beautiful blonde he met years ago. When she reappears unexpectedly he makes it his mission to win her over. Convincing her she belongs with him won't be an easy task, especially when she tries to deny their connection.


When their lives intersect in a wave of attraction, denial, and desperation, will the desire for love be enough to awaken their broken hearts, or will the guilt and grief of the past stand in the way of their budding future together? 





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EXCERPT:

"That's my driveway you're standing in," said a deep southern drawl. I stepped back to see a man in a big black four door truck.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," I said, taking a more few steps back so he could turn in.

I was waiting for him to head further down the road when he stopped the truck in my path and got out. He was tall, well over six feet. His eyes were hidden by a pair of sun glasses, but I recognized him instantly. 

"I'm just going to check the mail," he said. "What're you doing out here anyway?" As he opened the mailbox and reached in to retrieve his mail, I noticed the way the muscles in his arms flexed.

"I was just out for a run," I said waiting for him to recognize me.

He looked over at me and stopped abruptly, as if seeing me for the first time. He lifted the sunglasses off his face and stared at me wordlessly. His dark green eyes held me motionless. He walked a couple of steps towards me raising his hand to touch my cheek. 

Sparks flew, and I inhaled sharply.

"Caroline," he said hesitantly, and then dropped his hand, searching my eyes.

My skin was burning where he touched it, but I managed to nod slowly.
"Hi Luke."

He didn't say anything for a moment, almost as if he wasn't sure what to do next.

"I heard about your grandmother. My condolences for your loss."

"Thank you," I said, looking down.

I felt a bead of sweat run between my breasts and suddenly realized how I must look.

"You are so damn beautiful." He smiled brilliantly, and my God his lips looked kissable. I tried not to think about how they would feel on me, and realized I was staring at them. God, my hormones were raging! I quickly cleared my throat, and tried to steer the conversation in another direction.

"Since when do you have anything nice to say to me?"

"Caroline, come on. We were such good friends once. I know I didn't treat you well for a long time, but I never stopped caring about you."

"I don't want to rehash the past Luke."

"Caroline, I lost you and Mark in the same day, and it broke my heart. I wondered how you were, how you were coping. I thought about calling you a million times, but I never knew what to say. Since then, I've been trying to get my life back on track, live in the moment and not dwell on the things I can't change, but you being here...... it's like a second chance."

I shook my head at him.

"I haven't moved on Luke. I still miss Mark every day, and I haven't forgotten how you treated me all those years."

He looked at me sympathetically. "I apologized for all that already. And I miss him too, you know."

"You used to stare at me like you couldn't stop looking, and then you would barely speak more than a word to me when I tried to talk to you. You accosted me in hallways, kissed me, screamed at me, disappeared. That's not something I can just forget, apology or not."

His green eyes simmered as his eyes narrowed.

"How was I supposed to act when the one thing I wanted most wasn't mine to have?"





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Friday, August 29, 2014

The Circle2: Blood Gate by Amy Lee Burgess








SYNOPSIS:

Vampire Claire finds herself caught in the middle between her Master, Parker, and her Trigger, Andre. Little love is lost between the former friends, but somehow Claire must build a bridge between them when they are sent to Edgewood to settle their differences. The cost of her failure will be deadly.

Deep in the cellars of Edgewood, a game of sexual bondage unleashes unexpected dangers, twisting open, loving Andre into a secretive virtuoso of manipulation. Is this just another part of the game, or is he losing his mind? Parker will take desperate steps to protect his apprentice, but he won’t be dragged into the game with them.

Can Parker set aside forty years of bitter rivalry, or will he sacrifice Andre to save Claire?


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EXCERPT:

Andre stooped to the floor and came up with a pointed piece of one of the nightstand legs, which he held in his fist like a stake.

Terror slammed into me, turning my muscles to jelly. Paralyzed, I lay sprawled on the mattress, my right wrist still cuffed to the bedpost. When he headed for the door, I screamed his name. His head jerked, and the look on his face was so full of malice and hate, I recoiled.
But a second later, he stared at the stake as if he had no idea how it had come to be in his hand. He dropped it to the floor, and it rolled into a corner. Andre crossed the room at a run and climbed onto the mattress with me.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, darlin’,” he crooned, taking me into his arms. My cuffed wrist made it awkward, and he unlatched it so I was free. Scooping me into his embrace, he held me against his shuddering body. His heart galloped faster than mine.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck. Even with my lids tightly shut, I couldn’t get the image of his face twisted with hate out of my head. I knew it hadn’t been directed at me—it had been meant for Parker—but I still couldn’t stop shaking. Had Andre really been furious enough to try to stake Parker? What if the woman in my nightmare hadn’t been telling me to go ahead with the game, but instead to stop playing it? Maybe my subconscious realized Andre was in peril of losing control of himself the more he indulged his kink?

“This game is dangerous,” I said with a shudder. “I don’t want to play anymore. Not if it makes you like this. I don’t like you like this. I don’t even know who you are sometimes, Dre. You scare me. You scare the shit out of me.”

Andre stiffened against me, but his voice was gentle. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I swear.”







AUTHOR BIO:

Amy Lee Burgess lives and writes in Houston, Texas but her heart belongs to New England – especially in the autumn. Ruled by two dachshunds and addicted to Irish breakfast tea and the Walking Dead, she loves to write about vampires, wolf shifters, gargoyles and other assorted paranormal creatures. Amy loves to travel to places like London England, Edinburgh, Scotland, Paris France and Providence, Rhode Island where she stalks the coziest Irish pubs she can find. She writes to trance and house music by candlelight and welcomes email from her readers – especially if they want to talk about the supernatural.


Links to reach Amy Lee Burgess:


@AmyLeeBurgess (Twitter)


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