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May I introduce: Jacqui Biggar and other Authors "Love on Fire" - Summer Heat @jacqbiggar



Summer Heat-Love on Fire
by  Jacqui Biggar and other wonderful authors


Blurb:
16 All New Contemporary Romances from NY Times, USA Today,  and International Bestselling Authors.
Guaranteed to make your blood run hot. Passion, steamy nights, excitement, and suspense. Something to suit every reader's taste. Grab a cool drink (you'll need it!), find a hammock, and curl up for an unforgettable escape.



Where to buy the book:
Amazon/Kindle (US): http://bit.ly/SuHA
Amazon/Kindle (UK): http://bit.ly/SuHAK
Nook (US): http://bit.ly/SuHtBN
Nook (UK): http://bit.ly/SuHBNUK
Kobo: http://bit.ly/SuHKb
Apple iBooks: coming soon


About the Author:
I live in paradise along the west coast of Canada with my family and love reading, writing, and flower gardening. Oh, and I can't function without coffee! Preferably at the beach with my sweetheart. :)
I write Romantic Suspense with tough, alpha males who know what they want until they're gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love.
I've been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoy writing romance novels that end with happy-ever-afters.


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Excerpt:
Mitch’s lips lowered to hers. All the lights and sounds became a sparkling kaleidoscope and mixed with the sheer perfection of his mouth.
Oh my…
She could die happy right now, in this moment. That wicked, delicious tongue knew where every nerve was located and how to parry and thrust until Becky was utterly lost. She hung on for dear life with her eyes sealed shut to keep the world at bay, and let him sweep her away

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I hope you get hooked by this Snippet 

Today's hook


Just like now as she stood in front of her, quite possibly trying to figure out what the phone call had been all about.
“What on earth happened?”
“Don’t give me this attitude, honey. Your super boy didn’t show up that’s what happened.”
Olivia’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Jeri walked past her niece. “Your sex-on-legs lover boy hid like a frightened turtle.”
Olivia’s cackle didn’t go unnoticed, and Jeri turned to her, anger rising.
“Honey, this is not funny,” she said, with as much calm as she could summon.

“Having a blind date with a guy who halfway through dinner goes to the toilet without returning because his pills played havoc with his heart might be funny. Or being asked for a 10,000 dollar loan on the very first date might also be considered funny.” Jeri took a deep breath. “But I can’t see the funny side in sitting in a busy restaurant, not to mention one of the best in town, waiting for your friend’s neighbour who never turns up. Do the words trust me ring a bell?”


Blurb:
A blind date that doesn't happen might lead to love. 

After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm. 

Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake? 

Will she forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else? 



    






#NewRelease by Amanda Mackey "Once an Angel" @AmandaMacey43

Once an Angel
by Amanda Mackey



Blurb: 

Angel turned Demon, Nathaniel has been sent to Earth to tarnish pure souls, then banish them to Hell so Lucifer may recruit them into his army. What Nate doesn't expect is a chance meeting with Maya at a coffee shop in Mt. Vernon, Washington. He's drawn to her innocence and purity. At first he wants to lead her into temptation so she may join him in Hell but as he gets to know her, he realizes he also wants to protect her. With a deadline looming and the King of Hades claiming Maya for himself, Nate fights against his evil nature in a desperate bid to keep her safe.
Maya lives a simple life. Work. Eat. Sleep. Spending time with her best friend. When charming and stunningly handsome Nate ends up at the counter of the cafe where she works, she's left floundering at the intense affect he has on her. After agreeing to spend time with him, she soon discovers more to the sexy newcomer than meets the eye. Her world is turned upside down. Some things in fairy tales are real.




About the author:

Amanda Mackey was born in New Zealand and moved to Australia when she was 12 years old with her family, where she has lived ever since. She has loved books since an early age and is an avid reader. This has helped lay the foundation for her writing. She's published 7 novels to date with plenty more on the way. An author with Limitless Publishing, she loves to spend time with family when she's not writing or reading. Amanda hopes to make writing her full time career and travel in the near future



Excerpt: 

She was perfect for what I had in mind. Timid. Easily led. After all, she was squeezed up against me on the back of my bike after only having met me just over an hour ago. Silly girl. I could be leading her to her death for all she knew. All in good time but first I wanted to have a little fun with the stunning creature squeezing my ass between her thighs.
It had been way too long since I’d had a woman’s curvaceous figure pressed up against me and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Not today. Today was all about bending her to my will. Showing her that I could play nice.
When she’d stumbled on the sidewalk, my instinct had been to protect her from hurting herself. Strange. It wasn’t a need I normally succumbed to. Helping others. It wasn’t in my nature. The thought of seeing her face planting the concrete had driven me out of my comfort zone and into un-chartered territory. A place that held emotions reserved for the weak and more humane creatures. It wouldn’t serve me well to entertain those  crippling sensations.
Letting the throttle out on the bike, we comfortably eased out of town. I loved the sense of freedom my Harley gave me. Freedom was a relatively new experience. Since leaving the confines of Hell I’d been given free rein to roam the Earth to recruit an army for Satan himself. One could get used to life’s pleasures. Even though I still had a job to do, nothing had been said about not enjoying myself along the way.
Mia was a perfect distraction. Her body felt sensational, molded to mine while the meaty throb of danger sat between my legs, fueling my lust as I put the machine through its paces, enjoying the vibrations and roar from the engine. My sexual urges were greater than that of any mortal male. Powerful lust driven by debauchery and greed. A sinful nature. Oh, what I could do to the pristine soul clinging to me as if her life depended on it. Watching the way her locks had flowed over the pale column of her neck had me insane with need to have a taste, for she was a true delicacy that I would indeed savor.

Snippet Sunday - INNOCENT TEARS - 17/04/2016 #romance #reading #bookpromo



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INNOCENT TEARS has been re-released.
It has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.

Here's another little snippet.

THANK YOU

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Advice is what we ask for when we already 
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”





Flynn looked up at Teresa. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to discuss anything else. In fact, he hadn’t discussed anything yet, and as far as he was concerned, he just received one of the biggest blows in his life. His beautiful Saz was dead, and he hadn’t been by her side to comfort her.
He moved his head and looked out the window onto the busy streets of Melbourne. A smile played at the corner of his mouth as he remembered the first time he had met Sarah. He had been the new guy at school, and she had offered him the seat next to her. Of course, it was awkward for him to be the only boy sitting next to a girl, but after only a few minutes he wasn’t able to take his eyes off her. He even had a few chuckles watching the frustration grow within her with the struggle to contain her curly hair. She was constantly pinning back another escaped strand of hair with a bobby pin, resulting in a big messy hair do at the end of the day. And as he’d found out over the next months, it was a continuous battle. One day, he was taking her home on his bike when she had a flat tyre, and he remembered the light kiss she gave him on his cheek as she thanked him. He was in love. Even at his fifteen years he couldn’t think of anything or anybody else but Sarah. She was the one for him. Though still a teenager herself, she had already radiated a mature calm. She seemed carefree and innocent. A trait he had always admired in her. Considering the strict upbringing by her mother, Sarah had always maintained her cheerful nature. And her headstrong nature and impulsiveness often clashed with Teresa’s authority.
Teresa interrupted his thoughts. “Flynn!”

Flynn slowly stared up at her.



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May I introduce: Augustine Sam "The Conspiracy of Silence" @austin_sam001




The Conspiracy of Silence
by  Augustine Sam


Blurb:
The conscience of a town steeped in sexism, vanity and hypocrisy is pricked by the brutal murder of a mysterious woman in an LA park. But the shock is transformed into a steamy, seductive scandal when the corpse turns out to be Susan Whitaker, the flamboyant wife of the governor of California.
A secret lover/blackmailer theory leads to the indictment of Hollywood's most influential black celebrity. It is only the beginning, for Susan Whitaker did not, in fact, exist. Little does anyone realize that this colossal fraud is a mere curtain raiser to a chilling world of ugly skeletons dating back to the assassination of a U.S. senator in a Washington hotel sauna, skeletons connected to riveting sex scandals in high places, skeletons the FBI and political kingmakers will kill for...


Where to buy the book:
Amazon:      http://goo.gl/osU1VZ 
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Barnes & Noble:  http://goo.gl/N6WXJ4


About the Author:
Augustine Sam is a bilingual Italian journalist and an award winning poet. A member of the U.K. Chartered Institute of Journalists, he was formerly Special Desk editor at THISDAY newspapers, an authoritative Third World daily first published in collaboration with the Financial Times of London. He later became correspondent for central Europe. His poems have been published in two international anthologies: The Sounds of Silence & Measures of the Heart. One of his poems, Anguish & Passion, was the winner of the Editors’ Choice Awards in the North America Open Poetry contest, USA.
Augustine’s debut novel, Take Back the Memory, was awarded a 5-star medal by  Readers’ Favorite. And his collection of poems, Flashes of Emotion, was the 2015 International Book Award Finalist. Augustine lives and works in Venice.

Author’s website: http://goo.gl/A5jRnj
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Pinterest: https://goo.gl/3qw53R



Excerpt:
Prologue
The dim figure continued to lurk in the dusking patch of tangled shrubbery until he was completely enveloped in darkness. Then he choked and swore and frothed at the mouth and went down on all fours. After a while, he clambered out of the shrubbery like a ghost, picked himself up deftly, and wiped his hand across his brow. He was tall and had an athletic build. His hands were covered with fleeced gloves, his face partially masked by a hood. He had a definite presence in spite of the aura of repulsion that swelled around him like foul breath. For a spell, he stood in death-like silence, in a navy hooded sweatshirt, a pair of matching pants, and black running shoes. His dark brown eyes studied his environment like a bloodhound determined to unearth a misplaced object without losing its sense of smell.
A short distance away, small cylindrical light bulbs cast an eerie glow over the lush greenery of Glennon Park, capturing its beauty in a halo of kaleidoscopic brilliance. And then a throng of men in fancy tee shirts and short pants intermixed with women in jeans and sleeveless tops, whisked into view. The dim figure, hearing their muffled voices over the sound of the fountain’s cascading waters, stiffened. Like him, the fountain stood in a poorly lit area of the park. Surrounded by luxuriant shrubs, it was the place where randy youths prone to exploiting the semidarkness for romantic mischief loved to loiter.
On this particular night, there were no lovers necking by the fountain, but there was something else. A black diamond Cadillac was parked beside the fountain. The curiously unusual sight caused the dim figure’s hands to shake with excitement. Cars were not allowed that far into the park, so whatever fantasies within the limits of human accomplishment the Cadillac’s driver had conceived, this was the wrong night for it, he mused. This’ll be my last murder, he decided, the climax of a long, enterprising career as the greatest hit man of all time. He was a killer so efficient and so elusive that even the FBI nicknamed him Shadow of Death for his uncanny ability to dissolve into a penumbra after every hit.
He immediately recognized the wonderful head of hair and the slender, sensual neck as the lone occupant of the Cadillac appeared in silhouette against the fountain. Suddenly his pulse quickened. He mopped his brow with a handkerchief and contemplated the lady’s mesmerizing beauty. It seemed odd to him now to think of her as a victim. He had loved her once; in fact, he still loved her. And therein lay the quandary—a lethal clash between his obsession and his survival instinct. The survival instinct, of course, must win, he mused; for between them now stood the only thing that love could not subdue—a very dark secret.
The Shadow of Death moved with stealth in the semidarkness toward the Cadillac, his hands slightly shaking with excitement with every step he took.  His only accomplice was his own shadow, perceptible to no eye but his. It seemed innocuous even to him, like a specter, only there to see, not to arbitrate. It moved when the assassin moved and stopped when he did, like a minion with no initiative of its own, an android programmed to repeat the action of its mentor, silently, as only a ghost would; and then saddled thereafter with the damning knowledge of the truth, a truth that would elude the rest of the world—an everlasting witness, a ghost that would never die.
There was deafening silence inside the Cadillac. All around it, darkness closed in as slowly and unfalteringly as the approaching evil. The assassin’s face was impassive, his heartbeat regular, but his muscles were taut as he strained to open the driver’s door with his gloved hand.
She did not see him, could not see him, because she was leaning face downward on the steering wheel.
Gripped by a morbid fascination with death, he stared down at her, the roaring tension inside him silenced by his cold determination. Everything would depend on this moment, this act, he mulled over, darting a quick glance at the fountain. He did not want any interruption and there was none. He reached for her throat silently, swiftly, giving her no chance to react.
There must be no error, he mumbled. His pressure on her throat was fierce. Time, thoughts, fear, regrets, all ceased to exist as an eternity seemed to roll by in a matter of seconds. And then relief flooded his being.
It was over, he almost smiled. It bore the mark of his usual professional touch—smooth, fast, painless, and very peaceful.

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I hope you get hooked by this Snippet 

Today's hook


JERI CURSED at Olivia’s promise. She unlocked the car and threw her bag onto the passenger seat before sliding behind the steering wheel. After cranking up the radio, the music was loud enough for her to ignore the outside noises. She leaned back and closed her eyes, considered forgetting about finding the ‘right one.’ Living alone wasn’t all that bad. She liked being alone, yet the thought of being alone for the rest of her life scared her.
Jeri took a deep breath, turned down the music, and grabbed her phone.
Without giving her niece a chance to say a word when the call connected, she said,
“Sex on legs in your dreams, honey,” and hung up.
She took the long route back home, enjoying the drive and the night-lights of the city. By the time she arrived at her home, Olivia stood in front of her door, hands on hips. Her niece hadn’t changed much, if at all, in all the years she’d known her.

Despite looking like a little model, Olivia hated her curly blonde hair, which had been near unmanageable while the hormones raged during her teenage years. A smile tugged at Jeri’s lips as she remembered when she’d showed her niece how to apply some makeup to show off her beautiful blue eyes. Olivia had wanted none of it —but she still looked stunning. Even more so because nothing in the world really bothered her and that smile on her face was a constant.


Blurb:
A blind date that doesn't happen might lead to love. 

After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm. 

Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake? 

Will she forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else? 



    






Tuesday Tales - PHONE ~ ~ #Tuesdaybookblog #Books


 

Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

Time for a new story. This one has no title, yet, and has been on the back burner for a few years now. I think I posted one or two excerpts, but I felt lost in the story at some stage, so hopefully with prompts and some feedback I might finish it.

Today's prompt is: PHONE

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.




Anyway, now I’m in this massive aeroplane en route to Germany. In all fairness, flying isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. We’re not even half way and my bum’s sore, my head aches, and I’m bored out of my brains. Even the latest blockbuster on the small screen in front of me can’t hold my attention, and I’ve seen most of the TV series that often I can talk along with them. Even the excitement of sitting right next to the window feels silly now. As far as the eye can see are only sky or clouds. Initially breathtaking, now more on the boring and I don’t really wanna know what’s beneath me side of thoughts.
“Excuse me,” I say quietly to the nice looking lady next to me. “I’m sorry, but–”
I make a motion saying I need to get something from the overhead locker and she kindly moves her legs. Unbelievable, that there are people out there liking this experience. I’ve had enough already!
Anyway, I move awkwardly around the lady, who desperately tries to keep that smile on her face as I step on her feet at least twice, but in the end, I do get what I was looking for in my bag “up above”.  My phone .... And Grandma’s diary. Time for a bit more snooping.
The nice flight attendant gets me something to drink and a snack as I try to get the hang of reading the old German again. As I grab the water, I glance past the lady next to me and see the guy across the aisle staring towards me. Instinctively, I look around, but no, he’s really looking at me. A smile tugs at my lips when I see him smiling at me.
“Where are you heading?” he asks as the flight attendant moves on.
I lean forward and the nice lady next to me leans back. Her smile saying everything. Everything as in, Yeah, he’s cute!
“I’m heading to Frankfurt,” I reply.
“So am I,” he says, his smile turning into a grin.
And then we get interrupted by a long line of people coming past. I patiently wait, as one person after the other moves past, my head bobbing from side to side desperate not to lose eye contact. But it’s near impossible. Itching to talk more to the guy, I keep glancing over again and again, but then I try to settle my nerves by focusing back on the book.
I had no idea “human traffic” can be so intense on a flight.

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Snippet Sunday - INNOCENT TEARS - 10/04/2016 #romance #reading #bookpromo



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INNOCENT TEARS has been re-released.
It has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.

Here's another little snippet.

THANK YOU

~~~

Advice is what we ask for when we already 
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”





Flynn looked from Teresa to William. Deep lines of worry appeared on William’s face, and he slowly nodded. Flynn rubbed his face in disbelief. William reached over and placed his hand comfortingly on Flynn’s shoulder. Flynn’s eyes stung and he couldn’t quite face them, but quietly asked, “What happened?”
“Cancer,” he heard Teresa saying, and for the first time Flynn thought he was able to detect some emotions.
With his back hunched, elbows on his knees, and his hands folded in front of his mouth, he sorted his thoughts – cancer! One tiny word, yet it had a devastating effect on him. Flynn gave a sudden curse, then leaned back into the chair as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
“Sorry, son,” William tried to comfort him.
“Why are you telling me now?” he asked without looking.
There was a touch of concern in Teresa’s voice. “There’s something else we need to discuss with you.”



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Blog Tour: @CamilleTaylorAu "No Law" (Law #3)


Title: No Law
Series: Law Series Book Three
Author: Camille Taylor
Genre: Romantic Intrigue
Release Date: April 5, 2016



At just twenty-four years old, Carey Madigan was made a widow—by the Russian Mafiya…

Years after her husband’s murder, Carey relocated from Russia back to U.S., where she works as an assistant curator for a prestigious museum. Her past seemingly left behind, she no longer looks over her shoulder or jumps at shadows. That is, until her boss is murdered—by the Russian Mafiya.
Carey’s past comes back to haunt her…
When the police discover the nature of her husband’s untimely demise, Carey becomes the prime suspect. But worse, the Mafiya is again pursuing her, and now that she’s seen their faces, they’re out to silence her for good. Frightened, she turns to an old friend—CIA agent Elena Gates.
Dmitry Ivanov is a tech legend in the hacker underworld…
Russian born and raised, Dmitry uses his skills to help the CIA. Filling in for his sister Elena, he is intrigued when Carey walks through the door. When he sees her reluctance, he realizes he has to win her trust before he can help her. And if anyone has a chance of clearing her name, uncovering the motives behind her boss’ murder, and protecting her from the men determined to end her life, it's him.
Together, Dmitry and Carey uncover a trail that leads them to the discovery of a priceless artifact. Now they must fight to keep it—and themselves—out of harm’s way, and convince the authorities Carey is not a cold-blooded killer.
When the Mafiya is out for blood...No law will keep them safe.





Carey plopped her purse down on Dmitry’s kitchen counter as if she’d always done so and carried her overnight tote into the open living area. She stopped short and took in the wall of computers and expensive equipment.
“Holy crap,” she whispered, moving over to the station. She was no expert, but what she saw looked like state of the art systems.
“What exactly do you do at the CIA?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, “I’m almost afraid to know. It looks like a space shuttle in here. I have an overwhelming desire to say, ‘Houston, we have a problem.’” She giggled and shook her head at her silliness. Even to her own ears her voice was a pitch too high, probably just short of hysteria.
Without warning, Dmitry drew her to him, holding her close. She closed her eyes at the sensation of being enveloped in his arms. Immediately, she began to feel lighter. It was amazing how much better she felt knowing she was no longer in this fight alone. That she had help and maybe she would get out on top, alive, and free of all charges. She breathed in his scent and her stomach fluttered. She could get used to this.
“I’m fine. Really.”
“Lean on me, Carey. I can take it.”
She sighed, melting into his body, her head burrowing against his hard chest. Listening to the steady thump of his heart, she took the comfort he was offering, soaking it up. Goodness, he was solid. All muscle and male perfection. He smelled delicious too.
How had she ever believed this man to be affiliated with the mob? He was as steady as they came, kind and caring. He’d been nothing but nice to her despite her obvious reservations back in Elena’s office.
“Thank you. I appreciate all your help.”
Dmitry’s arms tightened around her and he rested his cheek against the top of her head. “What are friends for?”
“We’ve only known each other for a few hours.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes.”
Something inside her shifted. “Well, thank you anyway. It’s nice not to be alone.”
“I know how you feel.”
Pressed against him, she felt every inch of his body. Her knees buckled as she imagined him naked. Thankfully, Dmitry’s arms around her waist kept her standing. She was much too dependent on him but right at that moment she didn’t care. She allowed herself to enjoy the comfort he provided. His skin, like hers was pale. A hereditary gift. That and lack of sunlight. Something they had in common. They both seemed to hide away from the world. He with his computers, she with her job. Despite that, she felt the defined pectoral beneath her cheek and knew there would be some abs lower. If only she was game enough to run her hand over his abdomen and confirm her suspicions. Her clothes had become cumbersome, her nipples pebbling as desire zinged through her blood stream.
She pulled back, hoping her flushed face didn’t give her away. She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. A yawn surprised her and her jaw cracked from the intensity.
“Sorry.”
“You’re exhausted. I’m amazed you’re still standing. Come on.” He took her hand and led her down a short hall and stopped outside an open doorway that revealed a basic bedroom, with a queen sized bed covered with a plain black comforter, a four drawer bureau and two side tables, one with a lamp, the other a clock radio. To her, it was heavenly.
“It isn’t much.”
“It’s fine. Thank you.”
“The bathroom is across the hall. Don’t fall asleep. If you’re not out in twenty I’m coming in after you,” he warned.
An image burst into her mind. Naked skin. Entwined limbs. Soapy suds sliding down an alabaster chest.
She’d never had an instant response to a man before, not even her husband. She trusted Dmitry, felt attracted to him. It was crazy and scary. She’d only known him a few hours but as he’d said earlier, sometimes that’s all it took.
She resisted the urge to invite him into the shower with her, even though it was out of character for her, and Dmitry left. She took a shaky breath as he shut the door behind her. His presence was seriously detrimental to her mental health. She didn’t need this right now.
Or did she?
Only the other night she’d been thinking how nice it would be to have strong arms wrapped around her, providing comfort. She still felt the aftereffects of being so close to Dmitry. Was it simply attraction, a need not to be alone, or could it be the beginning of something more?
Forgetting about Dmitry for the moment, she looked within herself. Would her heart allow her to fall in love? Lust, yes. But love?
A cold sensation gripped her heart and squeezed. She wasn’t sure that was possible. She was terrified of letting another get close, and it was one of the reasons she hadn’t dated in all these years. Guilt for the hand she had in her husband’s death was one. That, and she didn’t believe she deserved a second chance at happiness. She might be in lust with Dmitry, but she could never love him. Even if he was so inclined to give it a try, there could be nothing between them.
She wasn’t about to start something that would end in heartbreak for either of them. Resolved, yet feeling shattered, cold and teary-eyed she crossed the hall to the bathroom. It was better if she didn’t give in to her desire to taste Dmitry and know what it felt like to lay beneath him. That was the safest course and she was always cautious.



Camille Taylor is an Australian author who resides in the Nation’s Capital with her small dog. She was the typical 90’s kid and was raised on Goosebumps, Roald Dahl and Paul Jennings. In her teens she began reading the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie and in later years found Christine Feehan, Janet Evanovich and Julie Garwood. She started writing at sixteen and enjoys spending time with her family, doting on her nieces and nephews, writing the many stories floating about her head and working on her genealogy where she can trace her heritage to England, Scotland, Ireland and Russia. Her other interests include, anything creative—such as scrapbooking and drawing and has travelled across Western Europe, New Zealand and the UAE, after spending a year living in London. She’s also dabbled in tae kwon do.


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