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★Blog Tour w/ Excerpt + Giveaway ★ ★COLD by Tania Cooper is out now!★


Today we have the blog tour for Tania Cooper’s COLD! Check it out and be sure to get your copy today!

Title: COLD

Author: Tania Cooper

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Cold:

I’ve forever felt like people were staring at me, judging me for the way I looked, the bullying I endured in high school only fueled these thoughts.

Despite working hard at becoming a successful journalist, I was still insecure with my larger figure, it shadowed a lot of my success, especially since I worked in the land of beautiful people; LA.

But after the number one quarter back in the USA, Kellan Hart, surprisingly pursued me, then declared he loved me for who I was, my body issues just started to … fall away.


But they couldn’t be locked away for long. Plunged into the public eye, chased and hunted by the media, tagged as the most talked about couple in the sporting world, meant that everyone had an opinion about the hot athlete dating a plus sized girl.

As much as I tried to avoid it all, it was constantly thrown in my face, insecurities rose their ugly heads again and I was forced to make some difficult decisions.

Decisions that would have dire consequences on my life and the people I loved.



If I pull down on this dress one more time, I’ll rip the delicate fabric and end up revealing more than I’m trying to cover. Stop fidgeting, take a deep breath and stay calm. No one even notices you here, no one is looking at you because there are other more important people in the room. No one else is paying attention to your dress that feels like it’s two sizes too small. Grab a glass of champagne from the waiter who’s about to pass by and do what you came here to do. Make contacts.

Trying to talk myself into gaining some mental strength is easier said than done when I grab the glass too quickly, almost spilling it over the waiter and myself before sculling it back fast and then turning to see the most handsome example of the male species staring directly at me with a lopsided grin, obviously using my clumsiness as his entertainment. Great.

I turn my head quickly in hope he’s amused by someone behind me but no, it’s just me standing here. My face reddens as I make my way out of the center of the room, desperate to once again hide along the darker edges. As I blend into the crowd I turn to make sure Mr Handsomes attention is elsewhere, but damn, his eyes are still trained on mine with his grin growing as he catches me looking at him.

This night is turning out to be a disaster and now I need to run and hide from sexy laughing assholes. To be honest, I don’t know if he’s an asshole, I don’t even know who he is, but judging by his enormous shoulders and large build, he could be one of the LA Sharks footballers here to take part in the live charity auction. Surely he’s got better things to do than laugh at the likes of me.


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Tania Cooper, who lives in Melbourne Australia, was searching for an outlet for her wild and crazy imagination for a lifetime. Her book reading addiction lead her to finally put pen to paper and fingers to keyboard, to create her own stories she can now share with other avid readers. From the moment she first sat down and started writing, she hasn’t been able to stop. Her writing passion is steamy Romance and Paranormal novels, a little bit of poetry and even a few horror stories that give her nightmares. Sexy men with tattoos and book boyfriends are her addictions and she also has aspirations of being a screenwriter and film director.

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★Excerpt Reveal of Roping Your Heart by Fabiola Francisco★

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Roping Your Heart by Fabiola Francisco is so close to releasing. Small town, friends-to-lovers romance with a sexy cowboy. While you wait to hold Axel in your hands, read this excerpt!
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I scrub my face as I walk into the dark kitchen.


“What the…” I squeeze my eyes shut when the lights go on. “Fuck?”

“You scared the living shit out of me.” I squint one eye open and see Lia tense, standing by the microwave.

“What are you doing in here?” I rub my eyes and catch the time on the microwave—three-twenty-seven in the morning.

“I couldn’t sleep. You?” I blink my eyes rapidly, adjusting to the light.

“Same.” I clear my throat when the words come out hoarse. With a final squeeze, I open my eyes fully, and I stop moving. Lia’s wearing a thin t-shirt and pajama shorts. Hello, Lia’s nipples. I lean against the counter, and  discreetly adjust myself.

“Do you want tea?” Lia crosses her arms over her chest and lifts a brow.

“Sorry, what?”

She lifts her mug as much as she can while keeping her chest covered. “Tea.”

“Oh, no.” I shake my head. “I don’t drink that. I’m a man, for goodness sake.”

“Oooh-kay, macho man. Tea isn’t gender-divided.” She rolls her eyes and turns around, giving me a peek of her asscheeks at the bottom of her shorts. I close my eyes and throw my head back, holding in my groan.

“Are you okay?” She turns around with a smirk, her eyes not hiding the fact that she’s taking in my naked chest.

“Are you?” I toss back, raising a brow.

“Yup.” She clears her throat. “I was going to head back to my room anyway.”

I grab the cereal box from the pantry and the milk from the fridge, brushing against her as I open a cupboard to grab a bowl. Lia shivers but stands her ground.

“Do you want cereal?” I lift the box.

“No, thanks,” she shakes her head. “You’re crazy to eat that at this time. I’d never go back to sleep.” She blows the steam rising from her mug, her lips drawing me in as they purse together.

Lifting my gaze from her lips, I take a seat on one of the stools and serve myself cereal before I have her as a midnight snack. The past week of living together has been an interesting experience. Thankfully, we both work long hours, or else the tension in the house would be doubled.

Lia stares at me as I eat, standing on the other side of the kitchen. “You can sit down, you know?”

“I was going to leave,” she shakes her head.

“Sit,” I tilt my head toward the stool to my right. She sighs and walks over, taking a seat. “Do you want a bite?” I hold out the spoon because she keeps staring at my bowl.

“No, thanks.” Her nose scrunches up. She looks beautiful with her hair all messed up and a slight smile on her lips. It’s as if she doesn’t even realize that she’s always smiling.

“Tomorrow is going to be a pain to wake up,” she glances over at the time.

“You mean today,” I tease.

“Ugh, yeah. When I got bored of tossing and turning, I came into the kitchen with the hope that the tea would make me sleepy. It’s not working, and now, I’m hungry watching you eat that.” Her eyes are glued to my bowl, her tea long forgotten.

I scoop up a spoonful and hold it out. “Come on,” I urge her on. “If you’re not going to be able to go back to sleep, you might as well eat what you want.” She leans in, wrapping her lips around the spoon and takes the bite. Thoughts of her lips wrapped around something else swim in my head.

“That is good,” she leans over the counter and grabs two napkins. Her shirt rises a bit, exposing her back, and her ass is in my face. My self-control is slowly slipping.

— ©2019, Fabiola Francisco

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★★★Blog Tour + Excerpt of Beyond The Pale by Jennifer Millikin★★★


Today we are celebrating the release of a new, standalone title from Jennifer Millikin by participating in the blog tour. BEYOND THE PALE is available now to purchase or read for FREE as part of Kindle Unlimited, and you will not want to miss this love story! Be sure to follow Jennifer for exclusive updates about the book.

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Beyond the Pale by Jennifer Millikin

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Book Blurb:

My whole life I’ve known Finn Jeffries and Brady Sterling would be my undoing.

The three of us were inseparable, but growing up with two boys as your best friends comes with it’s own certain type of growing pains.

As a child, Finn was wild and free, and grew up to be a devilishly handsome man with a smirk that frustrated me as much as it did other things to me.

Brady was brave and loyal, and the kind of man he grew into didn’t surprise me a bit: devoted and gallant, with a handsome, trustworthy face that made my heart beat faster.

We went our separate ways for college, but now it’s eight years later and a pact we made back then has brought us back to our hometown.

Back to the complicated situation we ran from.

Back to the love triangle we never really escaped.

I love them both, and it’s time for me to make a choice.

I’ve always known one of them would be my forever, I just never knew which one.

And I still don’t.

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I’ve been staring at my phone for three minutes, the pretty green succulents staring back at me. If this was a hey how are you doing call, I wouldn’t be nervous. But this is a point of no return call. I think my nerves are justified.

It’s been eight years since we’ve all been together. In the beginning, we didn’t aim to be apart for so long. It happened naturally, the way a river freezes over drop by drop. College was more demanding than we anticipated it would be, and with none of us going home to Agua Mesa, it was harder to plan a visit. Then Brady went to law school, Finn and I got jobs, and somehow days and months floated by until they became years.

Though we haven’t been together physically, we’ve kept in touch. We text, we call, we see each other’s social media posts.

Just thinking about talking to them brings a smile to my face. Finn’s voice is wry, like he’s always on the edge of laughing or flirting. It makes it seem like no matter what it is he’s talking about, it’s not that bad.

Not Brady. Brady’s voice is strong and commanding, but kind. If loyalty and conviction had a voice, it would be Brady’s.

I call him first, simply because his name comes first in my contacts.

“Lennon?” He sounds worried, which he should be. We haven’t talked on the phone in a while. If his name was the one flashing across my screen, I’d be beside myself.

“Brady, hi. How are you?”

“Worried about you.”

“Were you worried about me before I called?”

He chuckles. “Not really.”

“I’m fine,” I assure him.

“Are you sure about that? We haven’t talked in a long time…”

The reason why hangs in the air between us, somehow traveling across the miles between Dallas and Chicago.

I clear my throat. “Um, yeah. It has been a while. But I promise, I’m fine. I’m calling to tell you that my mom died yesterday and I’m going back to Agua Mesa.”

Brady blows out an audible breath, some of it sneaking into the phone and making a whooshing noise.

“When are you leaving?” he asks, and I hear new background noise. Something slamming. Maybe a cabinet?

“As soon as I can get a bag together. I’m driving out.” No need to mention that it’s cheaper to drive.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”


“I’ll be there, Lennon.”

My lips purse, and my heart surges. I’d told Laine he would remember our pact, that it still applied, but even as I said it, I felt a twinge of uncertainty. We’re adults now. That pact was made with teenage hearts. Back then we didn’t understand commitments to anyone but each other. Now there are jobs and lives and… significant others?

“Thank you, Brady.” There’s relief in my voice.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come?” His voice is low. The rumble of it warms my heart.

“No, no. Of course not. I knew you’d come if you could.”

“I’d be there even if I couldn’t.”

I smile. He’s still so sweet, so loyal. Never one to shy away from a declaration. But the best part about Brady? He means it.

“I better get going,” I tell him. “I need to pack.”

“And call Finn?”

“Yep,” I answer, guilt blossoming in my belly. There’s nothing wrong with me calling Finn and then packing, but not telling Brady my exact reason for getting off the phone makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong.

“So you called me first.” Satisfaction colors his tone.

I groan playfully. “Your name comes first in my contacts.”

“Uh huh.”

I laugh and tell him goodbye, then scroll to Finn’s number. My thumb hovers over his name as his face floats in my mind. His perpetual smirk is the first thing I see. It’s like he knows something juicy, and if you’re lucky enough, he just might share it with you.

I press his name, and the phone rings. Once, twice, three times. He answers on the fifth ring.

“Well, well, well.” He pauses, exhaling a heavy breath. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“What are you doing right now?” I’m asking because his breathing is still heavy, and oh my god what if he’s… you know… with a woman right now? He wouldn’t answer in the middle of that, would he? Except this is Finn I’m talking about, and anything is possible with him.


“I didn’t know computers could give you such a workout.”

“Very funny, Miss L.” He pauses again, and I imagine him gulping water from a bottle. “What’s up?”

“My mom died, and I was wondering if you feel like coming to Arizona?”

Finn’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “You’re in luck, Lennon. I’m already in Arizona.”

Surprise jerks my head back an inch. “You went home… without us?”

“I’m in Arizona, but not in Agua Mesa.”


This makes me feel better. On a realistic level, I know he can go wherever he damn well pleases. All three of us can. But that agreement we made is something I hold onto, a symbol of how much we all still matter to one another.

“Why exactly are you in the great state of AZ?” I make my voice casual, trying to fight the feeling of longing that has sprung up in my belly. I feel the girlish urge to twist a phone cord around my fingers and bat my eyelashes. Of course, there is no phone cord to twist because this isn’t the nineties.

“You might know if you visited me every once in a while.”

Hurt trickles into the lightly admonishing tone he’s using. Finn doesn’t let anything slide. He’s not afraid to call me out. Or anyone else, for that matter. He once challenged my mother, adding another log to the fire of dislike she felt for him.


“Do you think of me, Lennon?” His voice lowers, his tone husky.

My belly swirls again. “Of course. Every day.”

“You sure about that?”

A lick of anger flickers in my core. It’s a common reaction around Finn. He has always possessed the ability to bring the emotion to the surface. Funny how I can’t remember a time when Brady has brought that out. Brady keeps me steady. With Brady, I know right where I am.

If they were colors, Brady would be a calm, cool blue. Finn would be a fiery orange-red.

“Don’t be dumb.” I say it cheekily, and Finn laughs, a deep, singular sound.

Sass is my defense mechanism. It’s how I handle discomfort. And guilt. And just about anything unpleasant.

Finn clears his throat. “I guess I’m supposed to say I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You could.”

“Do you want me to?”

“That depends on whether you want to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t.”

Despite the macabre topic of conversation, our banter has my lips curving upward.

A sound comes through the phone, something like the crunching of gravel.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”


“Um hmm. Tomorrow. When I see you in Agua Mesa.” His voice slips over me, sliding into my heart, reassuring me.

“Really?” Hope swells in my chest.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come?”

I blink at his words. They are the same words Brady used with me only minutes ago. For all their differences, their hearts are loyal as hell. It’s why I chose them, all those years ago. Or maybe they chose me. I’m not sure anymore.

I shrug, even though he can’t see me. “It’s been a long time. Eight years.”

“Eight years,” he echoes. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Are you?”

“Not even close.”

Of the three of us, Finn will have the hardest time going back. He’s the one with the impressive juvenile rap sheet. I’ll be subject to the dubious glances from the congregation of Joyful Noise Bible, but I can handle it. My mom just died, so their sympathy will be automatic, if also a bit begrudging. And then there’s Brady. Nothing awaits him except for a bevy of middle-aged women hoping to set him up with their daughters. Who wouldn’t want their precious daughter with someone who’s not only a lawyer but the son of an esteemed federal judge?

I blow out a hard breath. “Well, get ready. Because we’re going right into the belly of the beast.”

“So dramatic.”

I smile. “I’ve been called that once or twice.”

“By me.”

“True,” I agree, eyeing the gigantic suitcase Laine let me borrow. “I better go. I need to get packed and on the road.”

“Drive safe, Miss L.”

“Will do. Bye,” I say, then blurt, “Finn, wait!”


“Tell me something I’ll never believe.”

The game started when we were young, and it stuck. Finn recites a fact, something so outlandish it sounds fake, and I decide whether or not I believe it. Usually I had to look on the internet to investigate its validity. My research always ended up pointless; Finn never told me anything that wasn’t true.

After a moment, Finn says, “Female elephants form a tight circle around another female when she’s giving birth. They do this because the birthing female is vulnerable to attack, so their circle is meant for protection.”

Tears spring to my eyes. I believe him. And if it’s not true, I don’t want to know. It’s too beautiful.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Finn.”

He pauses for so long I wonder if he has hung up, then softly he tells me goodbye.

I hang up and stare at the suitcase. Those two phone calls, plus the fact that I’m headed to Agua Mesa as soon as I can gather my things, has left me emotionally exhausted. Too bad I don’t have time for exhaustion. Placing my palms on either side of me, I hoist myself off the bed and into action. Before long, I’m packed, and then I’m holding back tears as I hug Laine goodbye. It’s her fault. She’s the one who started crying, and I can‘t look at her tears without producing some of my own.

It’s just for a week, I tell her. Two, tops. I can’t imagine it will take me any longer than that to make arrangements and go through my mother’s house.

At least, I hope it doesn’t.





Jennifer Millikin is a contemporary fiction author of five full-length novels and a contributor for Scottsdale Moms Blog. When she isn’t writing she can be found cooking, hiking, or in downward dog.


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🌹Cover Reveal + Giveaway 🌹 The Truth About Tomorrow by B. Celeste🌹




Title: The Truth About Tomorrow
Author: B. Celeste
Genre: Taboo Forbidden Romance/Age Gap

Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Release Date: August 2, 2019


Age is just
a number.
Just like
he’s just a boy and I’m just a girl.
that’s not true, is it?
fifteen may be a number, but it’s bigger than that. Bigger than us.
It’s a
number that separates us.
An excuse
that keeps us apart.
But I’m not
willing to give in until I get what I want.
After all,
how many other girls can bring a grown man to his knees with one little smile?


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The hands gripping my waist are the wrong size. They’re too eager, too
desperate as they trail around my back and cup my butt. I don’t like them. I
even push them away. But they always come back, gripping, kneading, demanding.
He wouldn’t do this to me.
His hands are perfect.
But he’s
not here anymore.
The music
gets louder, but not enough to drown out the memories I have of him—the feel of
soft kisses trailing down my naked back, or a hand brushing through my hair, or
hushed murmurs promising me we’d be okay.
I can’t
do this.
Placing my
hands over the stranger’s, I try losing myself to the music. His groin to mine,
our hips swaying. It’s not enough though.
I need
something else. Something more.
Just one
more shot.
Just one
more pill.
We used to
promise each other one more day, because we knew it was wrong. Neither of us
could give each other up. We were addicted.
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Author Bio
B. Celeste
is the alter ego of Barbara C. Doyle.
Her obsession
with forbidden romance enabled her to pave a path into a new world of love,
sex, sin, and angst.
Her debut
novel is The Truth about Heartbreak.


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Review & Excerpt Tour for TOMBSTONES by KC Enders Brought to you by Forever Write PR

Review & Excerpt Tour for TOMBSTONES by KC Enders

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Tombstones, the final standalone novel in the Beekman Hills series by KC Enders is ready to set your heart on fire. Fans of military and secret baby romance will love this angsty yet humorous read. It was supposed to be just a month of fun, but neither of them thought they’d find forever between tragedy and tombstones.


No strings. No mess. No complications.

It was supposed to be just a month of fun.

But two blue lines have them both considering a future that neither of them knew they wanted.



Kindergarten teacher.

Tequila connoisseur.

Expert in finding Mr. WRONG.

Ever since Kate discovered the man she thought she’d marry macking on his boyfriend, she has had nothing but bad luck in love.

What she needs is a fresh start.

When MURPHY and his damn LAW drop the perfect man right in front of her, it’s just her luck that he’s only there temporarily.



Captain, Special Forces.

Confirmed bachelor.

In the running for uncle of the year.

One month stateside to enjoy top-shelf tequila, lose himself in a gorgeous woman, an to try and forget the desert.


What he needed was a reset. What he got, was a sassy southern woman hellbent on bringing him to his knees.  


Neither thought they’d find forever between tragedy and tombstones.







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I startle Martha laying a hand on her back as she’s gunning for my class table. “Little Mr. Triplett needs a write-up to the office, Miss Beard. In fact, I was just about to take him down there and get things back in order here,” she huffs at me. Martha is the elementary school equivalent of the SWAT. She runs a tight ship, and nobody messes with that.

“Yeah, Jake’s had a rough morning, but let’s give him a hot minute and just see if he can pull himself out of whatever this is. What’s he been doing?” I ask glancing over my shoulder toward the table reserved for my students.

Hot damn.

That is most definitely not one of my kindergartners.

Making a show of fanning myself, I tease, “Miss Martha, you sure you don’t just want to go over there and flirt with that fine specimen of man sitting next to Jake?” Because holy fuck is he ever?

Martha pauses and looks at the tall man folded awkwardly into the bench and table combo that perfectly fits our smallest students. “Miss Beard,” she says exasperatedly. “I’m old enough to be his mother.” She flutters her hand at her throat, clutching at the neck of the candy cane printed turtleneck that complements her black sweater vest, presents and bows appliqued festively down the front.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t look.” I hit her with a wink and lean in conspiratorially. “You calling dibs on him? Or can I go see what has Jake all riled up?”

“Dear Lord, you’re just terrible,” she mutters.

The man sitting smack dab in the middle of the bench is obviously a source of great interest to my kids. Jake alternates between sitting so close to the man a piece of tissue paper would feel squished, and standing, holding court with his tall, muscly friend. Probably his dad. He did mention that his father was home earlier. He’s got all the tell-tale patience of a father visiting his excited kiddo at school. Helping each child open whatever container or snack bag they hand him. Chatting with each of them in turn.

Chloe Triplett is a very lucky woman if that man is warming her bed at night—when he’s in town, anyway. His broad shoulders test the tensile strength of the fabric of his plaid shirt, molding almost poetically around a muscular back, tapering in that perfect V to a well-formed ass. God forgive me for lusting after my student’s father-please and thank you. I pray silently.

Closely cropped dark brown hair fades into maybe two-day scruff that peppers a strong jawline. Plump lips hitch up when the question of the moment is interrupted by Amelia telling him he’s got pretty eyes. His shoulders shake ever so slightly as he rumbles out a “thank you, and so do you.” Be still my heart.


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Karin is a New York Girl living in a Midwest world. A connoisseur of great words, fine bourbon, and strong coffee, she’s married to the love of her life who is also her best friend. The mother of two grown men, she is proud to say that they can cook and clean up after themselves, and always open doors for the ladies (you’re welcome, world). Even though her boys no longer live at home, the big dogs she’s rescued have taken up their empty space.







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Tombstones (Beekman Hills, #3)Tombstones by K.C. Enders

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I loved Kate and Jack’s story. It made me laugh, swoon, cry, and fall in love with their story. That little match maker Jake really stole my heart, I absolutely loved that little boy. This is a really good, quick read that has all the feels. I look forward to going back to read the other two books in the series and any other books by this author.

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COVER REVEAL & GIVEAWAY Rebel Saint by Adriane Leigh




Title: Rebel Saint
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 18, 2019


She found herself on
the steps of St. Michael’s seeking shelter, what she didn’t expect was
temptation so sharp and sweet concealed beneath one snow-white collar.
He rescued her from rock bottom, desperate people squeezed
together by the desperate cracks of life, but their relationship was never
innocent. The thinly-veiled attraction combustible, magnetism so explosive it
rattles the very foundations of their belief.
But can their unholy
love story withstand the fall?


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“The dark
night of the soul? Mind telling me what the hell that was about?” The heavy
wooden door echoed through the tight chamber when it slammed against the door
remained still across the small sacristy, head bowed as he continued to work
quietly, deft fingers sliding thin, golden ropes of sacred fabric through his
fingers. “I’d rather know what you think.”
thickened my blood. “I’m your dark night of the soul?! I think you went a step
too far.”
“If that’s what you call a step too
far I’d hate to hear what you call indecent.” His body was against mine in an
instant, my breasts heaving with shallow irritation and grazing the fabric of
his vestments.
profoundly infuriating man was under my skin like no one else had ever been,
and just like a bad tattoo, I’d pay a professional to gouge him out of my soul
if I could.
“This, for
instance,” he hissed, “is surely a step too close to your precious comfort
zone.” His body pressed closer, the deep ridge of his arousal cutting at my hip
and causing my throat to crack and turn to dust. “Don’t trick yourself into
believing that you know you more than
I do, Tressa.”
His dark
eyes glinted in the dim light, heartbeat vibrating in my ears the only noise in
the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I couldn’t
catch my breath, his fingers crawling their way past my wrists, grazing the
underside of my elbows before his thumbs dug in and he was as far deep inside my
own heart as he could possibly go.
“You like
the dance, sweet dove, but just when things get intimate you pull away.”
scathing truth cut like a hot blade.
“No,” I
His soft
chuckle my only reply, my eyelids already glued shut in opposition of his
“You think
you only show me the side of you you want me to see,” Bastien’s thumb danced
the arch of my brow, “but I see so much more than that.” His eyes flicked down
to my lips, hips working softly against mine.
trained to see the broken parts you’ve spent a lifetime hiding. I’m trained to
be your light in the darkness, Tressa, but all that darkness,” his thumbs
worked inside my elbows, swaying me against his body as he grit against my
neck, “it weighs on me some days. Seminary doesn’t teach a flesh and blood man
how to channel all that darkness into…” he flexed behind his robes, my body
humming with pure desire for anything more he had to give, “productive
I didn’t
have a reply for him, the way he swallowed my space and caused my heart to
thrum like a hummingbird was distracting enough, but his skin setting flame to
mine was beyond unbearable.
“What about
you, then?” I summoned my earlier anger. “You fancy yourself some sort of
holier than thou saint? Forgive me Father, but I call bullshit.”
eyes held mine, the amusement chasing through his chocolate irises giving me
enough satisfaction to live on for days.
I squared
my shoulders. “You’re a prisoner to your belief.”
eyebrows rose, shock striking him before his face settled to that same
well-orchestrated calm he reserved for his parishioners. “You can bet I’m a
prisoner, but not for the reasons you think.”
admission caught me off guard, but not more than the next moment did.
His palms
caught my face, thumbs trailing down the warmth of my throat before he smashed
our lips together.
His kiss
defiled as much as it gave life.
He raped me
to the depths of my soul without ever removing a strip of my clothing.
“But that’s
where my beliefs with the church diverge.” He lips teased at the corners of my
mouth before his tongue darted out, tasting the bow of my top lip.
Oh sweet
fucking heaven.
“I happen
to believe it isn’t living if you’re not breaking a rule every now and again.”
He caught
the soft whimper on my lips with his, swallowing it instantly before his tongue
pushed past the barrier and he was sheathed in me again.
His taste,
far deadlier than I’d remembered.
what my church may believe,” Bastien’s thumbs hooked at my shirt, the warm pads
of his fingertips sliding against my skin and cutting through my nerves like
hot butter, “I can’t renounce you.”
His palms
slid up my torso, divesting me of my shirt while one hand cupped a shiny
chalice, drips of wine already making their way between my breasts. Staining
the satin bra I wore, pooling in my navel, soaking a rebel river of red overtop
the elastic of my panties.
“I know the
taste of sin, sweet Tressa, I’ve tasted it every night in my dreams. Craving
you is a new and deadlier form of hell than the last I’d overcome.” He dropped
to his knees, the empty cup slipping to the floor and soaking his white robes
in scarlet before his tongue met my flesh in slow swipes, eyes glinting as he
held me flush to his mouth.
Soft mewls
formed on my lips as my body fell apart in his arms, limbs loose as he worked
his way up my body, tongue tasting every inch of the blessed wine from my skin
as he went.
“I am very
surely a prisoner to you, my sweet dove.”
Author Bio
Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.
Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in
her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She
finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with
words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized
international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader
Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of
Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a
romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is
part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit
scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants,
puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert

for Adriane’s work:
chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twists…a perfect combination held together
with Adriane Leigh’s addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didn’t want
to come up for air. I can’t wait for more!” – 
Alessandra Torre, Hollywood

Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex,
suspense and scandal…Leigh’s newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously
flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.” – 
Crownover, Marked Men


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