Wednesday, August 16, 2017

~~RELEASE BLITZ~~ CAPTIVE by Zoe Blake










Title: Captive


Author: Zoe Blake


Publication Date: August 2017





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This book is a rerelease of the previously titled, “Captive of Chance”.



Captain Jacques “Le Chanceux” (The Lucky) Tavernier is a pirate. He is not the bastard son of a wealthy duke, or some tortured hero in disguise on a noble quest. He is a pirate. He does and takes what he wants... and he wants Isabelle.



Isabelle is getting very tired of not controlling her own fate. First, her father ships her off to England to marry some decrepit lord, and now pirates have attacked the ship and taken her captive. No longer willing to be biddable and obedient, Isabelle decides to fight the pirate captain at every turn, even when his forceful seduction and creative punishments give as much pleasure as pain.



The fate of Isabelle’s companion, Marina, is no better. Claimed by not one but two pirates to be used for their own dark pleasure.



Isabelle is playing a dangerous game. Denying a pirate something he wants is never a good idea, especially when that pirate is powerful, handsome and determined to bend you to his will. Will Isabelle’s pirate captor become her master, or will she capture his heart?



















CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!


The alarm bell startled the two women out of a deep, if not restful, sleep. Sitting up in their cots, they looked about the small cramped cabin in confusion.


“What could it be, miss?”


“I haven’t the faintest idea, but there is only one way to find out.”


Isabelle grabbed her dressing gown from the end of the cot and swung it over her shoulders as she approached the cabin door. She felt a tug on her nightgown and looked to see her companion, Marina, holding tight.


“Don’t do it, miss. Let’s just stay here till the captain comes.”


Pulling the fabric free, Isabelle continued to the door. “Posh! If there is something truly going on, we cannot wait for that old blowhard to come and let us know!”


Isabelle, well to be correct, Esmerelda Leonor Isabelle Catalina de Recalde el Rojo, did not cower easily. Perhaps it was her father’s Spanish blood or even her mother’s English courage. One thing was certain, she did not possess the gentile temperament of the typical female or the patience, for that matter.


Releasing the latch, she threw open the door to a chaotic scene.


CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!


Seaman were scrambling about in various states of undress while the cabin boy, who had been bringing them their meals during the long voyage, vigorously rang the sleep depriving bell.


“All hands! All hands on deck! Captain’s orders!” he shouted over and over again.


“You there. Boy! Boy!” shouted Isabelle. “Yes, you!” she clarified when he gave her a confused look as if surprised to see a partially dressed woman addressing him. “What is going on?”


“Pirates! There are pirates! We’re about to be attacked! Best get back inside and bar the door,” said the boy impatiently as he went back to his duty.


CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!


Isabelle quickly shut the door, threw the latch and turned and braced her back against it for good measure.


“Oh lord! Oh lord! Oh lord!” wailed Marina. She had signed on as companion to the fancy lady for a bit of adventure and fun. True she was hoping to catch the eye of some strapping young seaman because what was adventure without a lusty man by your side, but she did not sign up for pirates!


“Stop that nonsense, Marina! I need to think,” groused Isabelle. Then feeling poorly for shouting at her frightened companion, she crossed the cabin and gave her a quick hug.


“We cannot panic. The captain may be a slovenly man, but he runs a good merchant ship. I’m sure they are prepared and have fought off, well, hundreds of pirate attacks with great success.” Isabelle said with a false sense of confidence.


“Do you really think so, miss?” asked Marina, her eyes filled with hope and fear.


No. “Why of course, I think so!” she said with authority. “Now help me out of my nightgown and into my corset and dress. If we are to be attacked, I don’t want them finding me in my skivy!”


Marina went to do as she was bid while Isabelle was left to ponder for a moment the real possibility of being taken captive by pirates. Her father was a wealthy Spanish noble. Ransom would not be an issue. She could provide the pirates with plenty of gold and jewels, but was that all they would ask of her? She shuddered at the thought.


How bitterly ironic, Isabelle thought. When she set out on this journey, her every thought was how very much she did not want to reach her destination. Fate was cruel. Isabelle had been forced by her parents to leave her beloved warm and sunny Azores islands to travel to cold and dank England to become the betrothed of some stodgy, old English lord. Even the painted miniature he had sent with his marriage proposal showed a thin hairline and at least two chins. One had to assume the painter was being judiciously kind, and in actuality her betrothed had even less hair and probably one or two additional chins!


She had begged, pleaded, stormed and stomped but to no avail. Her parents were stalwart. She would marry the English lord and secure an English title for the family. Her parents also felt Isabelle’s upbringing on the somewhat remote colony island was leading to “unladylike” behavior as her mother put it. They were sending her back to the continent not a moment too soon in their minds.


So it was Isabelle, who found herself alone with only a hired companion for company on a merchant vessel bound for England. In the hold were trunks of silks, jewels and gold. Her dowry. Her father had chosen the well-armed vessel to carry his precious cargo. The galleon had at least fifteen guns. But would it be a match for a pirate ship?


“Not that one, Marina,” said Isabelle when a satin walking dress was pulled out of their trunks. “The heavy worsted wool one.”


“What, miss?”


“The worsted wool one!” shouted Isabelle.


The noise and clamor all around them was getting louder. Above their heads they could hear the pounding of boots and the screeching scrape of wood on metal as the thirty-six pound long guns were rolled towards the gun ports. Indistinct shouts and curses filtered through the wooden beamed ceiling of their cabin. Even without hearing the words, both women could tell from the excited tenor of the shouts, the seamen were scared.


“Hurry, Marina! Hurry!” urged Isabelle.


When both women were dressed in their warmest gowns, they sat on the cot and waited and listened. All the harried activity had suddenly stopped. There was a strange, tense calm.


BOOM! Silence. BOOM!


The women screamed and held their hands over their ears as the whole ship shook and rattled as each long gun was fired. Dust and debris were shaken loose from the ceiling and fell down on them like rain. Marina clutched desperately at the lapels of Isabelle’s dress. Isabelle held the frightened woman tightly to her side. Rubbing a soothing hand down her back, she said, “The sound of the guns is a good thing. I’ll bet they are sending those nasty pirates scattering away.”


Marina raised her head off Isabelle’s shoulder and gave her a look filled with doubt. Isabelle’s attempt to soothe and calm had fallen short. Unfortunately, even she didn’t believe her words anymore.


Her inherent lack of patience came to the fore. Isabelle jumped up and grabbed Marina’s hand. “Come. We cannot stay here like two geese for the slaughter!”


“But where are we to go? It must be safer in the cabin!” complained Marina.


“If they take the ship, they will search the cabins and the hold for treasure. We must find a place to hide where they will not think to look. Hopefully, none of the seamen will betray there are women on board. Now come on!” shouted Isabelle as she forcibly dragged a trembling Marina out the cabin door.


The passageway was strangely quiet compared to the chaos moments before. All the men were above deck fighting off the attack. Isabelle continued to drag Marina down the passageway where they came to a steep wooden ladder leading down to the hold. “This way. Mind your skirts,” ordered Isabelle as she awkwardly descended the ladder. Reaching the wooden floor beneath, she helped Marina on the last few rungs. Taking a look around the dimly lit interior, Isabelle saw the entire space stacked with crates, provisions for the voyage, and trunks. Somewhere in this mess was her dowry trunk, she thought queerly.


“This should be a good hiding place,” offered Marina as she took in all the dark nooks and crannies.


“Usually I would agree, but they will probably come straight to the hold to see what cargo the vessel is carrying. We would be found out. No,” said Isabelle, “we have to go further. Somewhere they won’t think to look.”


Isabelle tried to calm herself and think back to all those boring dinners in the officer’s quarters she had suffered through the past few weeks. They often talked about the ship.


“The bilge!” said Isabelle. “We need to head to the bilge.”


“The bilge? That sounds awful!” whined Marina.


“If what I remember from the officer’s comments, I’m afraid it is going to smell even worse.” groaned Isabelle.


They stumbled and groped their way through the hold, making their way to the back and the side of the ship.


“The bilge is the lowest part of the ship and quite nasty with water and such. There will be no reason for the pirates to go there,” explained Isabelle as she tried not to breathe through her nose the closer they got.


Leaning against the side of the ship, she gingerly stepped into the cold, foul smelling water and lowered herself into a crouch. Pulling Marina down by her side, once again they waited and listened. The sounds of battle were muffled from their low perch. They could better hear the lapping of the waves against the side of the ship. After what seemed liked hours, even the faint sounds of gunfire died out. As much as they were praying for the roaring sounds to cease, the silence was worse. Much worse.


The women were left to wonder what was happening far above them. Had they won? Isabelle cursed her current fate under her breath.


* * *


“You have lost, Captain, but have good cheer. By surrendering, you have saved the lives of, well, what’s left of your valiant crew,” said the pirate captain sardonically as he stood over the prostrate merchant ship’s captain.


“I’ll see you hanged for this!” ground out the man.


The pirate captain sighed. Turning to his first mate, he said, “Why do they always say that? After I was being so pleasant.”


“They don’t always say it. The last bloke said he would see you drawn and quartered,” answered the first mate helpfully.


“That is true. And that puff piece of a captain before that did say he wanted my head on a pike,” offered the pirate captain with amusement. “But on the whole, I’d say I get threatened with ol’ Jack Ketch the most.”


“Fairly put,” said the first mate.


The two men made a striking pair.


The pirate captain stood well over six feet with broad shoulders emphasized all the more by his narrow hips and wide-legged stance. His swarthy complexion from years spent at sea and shoulder-length jet-black hair gave him a sinister air. The malevolent appearance was helped by the leather brace that held no fewer than five loaded pistols. Attired in unrelenting black, with shiny black knee high boots and a long, black oilskin coat, it was no wonder hardy seamen trembled at his approach.


He was Captain Jacques Tavernier “Le Chanceux”, The Lucky. Named so for the countless attacks he had survived without so much as a scratch. He was legendary among his men and beyond. Called Captain by his men and Chance by his friends, of which there was only one, his first mate Drake.


Drake stood only an inch shorter than his captain. His almost white blond hair a stark contrast. Although it would be a deadly mistake to assume Drake was any less formidable. Standing by his captain’s side since they were two young bilge rats swabbing the deck of an English navy ship, he was fiercely loyal and just as fierce in battle.


Chance placed his cutlass under the chin of the merchant vessel’s captain, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Now, good sir, why don’t you tell me about the cargo you are about to gift to me for sparing your life.”


“Go to the devil,” spat out the merchant captain.


“Tsk, tsk. Such manners,” admonished Chance before leaning down on his haunches and whispering in a low and threatening voice, “Bravado such as that gets a man killed. So unless you want me to slit your ungrateful throat from ear to ear and add your blood to this deck, I suggest you speak with more respect, vous comprenez?”


The merchant captain nodded his head slightly, not wishing to cut himself on the razor sharp cutlass that was still wedged against his throat.


“Bien! So let’s try this again. What nice trinkets can we expect from your hold?” asked Chance.


“We stopped in the Americas before the islands. I carry tobacco, sugar and cotton. There is also a dowry chest full of gold and silks. It is yours if you leave my ship and crew unharmed,” stammered out the merchant captain.


“It already is mine,” laughed Chance before turning to his first mate. “Drake, be so good as to direct the crew to empty the hold of our bounty. Leave enough food provisions to get the merchant crew to the nearest port,” ordered Chance. While having a bloodthirsty reputation during an attack, Chance was known for his benevolence once a ship surrendered… as long as they cooperated.


“Yes, Captain,” responded Drake sharply before ordering some deck hands to help him below in the hold.


Turning back to the anxious merchant captain, Chance asked in a calm tone that belied the question, “Now, Captain, shall we discuss the woman you have hidden on board? The one who belongs to the dowry chest?” he helpfully provided when it looked like the merchant captain was about to deny it.


It was too late. The merchant captain realized his terrible error. Not being one to protect a woman over his own hide, he willingly told the pirate captain all he wanted to know about his beautiful passenger.




















USA Today and International Best Selling Author in Dark Romance





We are all attracted to the forbidden. Addicted to the rush we get from reading something naughty...something kinky. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The devilishly charming pirate who seduces his beautiful captive. I write those erotic fantasies.






Dark Romance Historical Titles


The Submission of Little Emmie


Disciplining the Maid


Penelope’s Punishment


Chosen to be His Little Angeline


The Duke’s Possession


Captive


Papa’s Little Pain Princess


His Dark Obsession


The Dark Forest Anthology






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Worth Fighting For






Ride Hard Historical Western Series


The Cowboy’s Revenge, Book One


The Gunfighter’s Pursuit, Book Two


The Rebel’s Secret, Book Three






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A Little Submission






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Friday, August 4, 2017

~~RELEASE BLITZ with REVIEW~~ FATAL THREAT by Marie Force


Title: Fatal Threat
Author: New York Times Bestseller, Marie Force
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Editor: Margo Lipschultz
Publisher: HQN Publishing

Blurb:
Don't miss the next chapter in the New York Times bestselling series from Marie Force! Read the electrifying romantic suspense novel that everyone is talking about!

It's just another day at the office for Washington Metro Police lieutenant Sam Holland when a body surfaces off the shores of the Anacostia River. But before Sam can sink her teeth into the new case, Secret Service agents seize her from the crime scene.

A threat has been made against her family, but nobody will tell her anything—including the whereabouts of her husband, Vice President Nick Cappuano. This isn't the first time the couple's lives have been at risk, but when a bombshell from Sam's past returns to haunt her, she can't help but wonder if there's a connection.

With a ruthless killer out for vengeance, and Nick struggling to maintain his reputation after secrets from his own past are revealed, Sam works to tie the threat to a murder that can't possibly be a coincidence. And she has to get it done before her husband's career is irrevocably damaged…





~~~REVIEW~~~

I have to say one I received and ARC of Fatal Threat from the author in exchange for an honest review. This is an HONEST REVIEW!   When I read this book I didn't realize it was the last adventure of Sam and Nick.  Sam is a Lieutenant on the police force and Nick is the Vice President of the USA.  So by the time I finished this awesome book I had to go and get the prequel of the whole series on how Sam and Nick met. Then I got the box set books 1-3.  Well I tell you started with Fatal Threat I have had sleepless nights cause I stayed up reading cause I could not put it down.  Sam is a wonderful woman who you could connect with and Nick is one heck of a guy and every girls dream. They are perfect together. They have flaws and stuff but they are the best. My favorite couple ever. Now for me not knowing the back story to the book I was pleased with the story line a lot was answered for me cause Marie is so great and reviewing a little bit of the past in each book I have found out after I went back to read the others.  She made me want to know more. I mean an action cop who is also the second lady of the USA.  The threat is one you don't know much about at first but then you learn what is it. Then you start to wonder who is the one doing it. Then you start to guess and I have to say when I found out I was BLOWN AWAY!! SHOCKED!! UNEXPECTED!!    5 stars is NOT enough stars for this book or the whole series.  This was the first book I read by the author and she got me hooked just by reading her latest Fatal Threat. BRAVO MARIE FORCE!! YOU HAVE A NEW FAN!! 





Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of 60 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold 6 million copies worldwide!
Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.

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Friday, March 17, 2017

~~COVER REVEAL~~ RETRIBUTION (THE AFTER LIGHT SAGA BOOK FIVE) by Cameo Renae


Title: Retribution (The After Light Saga, #5)
Author: Cameo Renae
Genre: YA Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic
Publisher: CHBB
Cover Designer: Stephanie Hobbs of Steph's Cover Design
Expected Release Date: Mar. 24th, 2017
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb: 

War is coming between humans and Arvies, leaving me trapped between two enemies. This time, I don’t think I’ll survive.



The government will stop at nothing to get me back in their clutches. They want what’s inside me—a power I call Venge—and will use my greatest weakness to bring me to my knees. 





The Arvies know of my gift, and use my telepathy and their numbers, in an effort to take me out. 





My name is Abigail Park, and I promise retribution against those who’ve wronged me, even if it’s the last thing I do.








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 Cameo Renae was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and recently moved with her husband and children to Alaska.
She's a daydreamer and a caffeine and peppermint addict who loves to laugh, loves to read, and loves to escape reality. One of her greatest joys is creating fantasy worlds filled with adventure and romance and sharing it with others.
One day she hopes to find her own magic wardrobe and ride away on her magical unicorn. Until then...she'll keep writing!




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Monday, March 6, 2017

~ REVIEW ~ THE MASTER OF WHITEHALL by Rick H. Veal














A masterful love story of a young girl …

I purchased a copy of The Master of Whitehall directly from the author at a signing. After reading just the first couple of lines, I was hooked. This book had my attention from the very beginning to the very end. I can't wait for the next book in the series. Not knowing anything about the book except the title and the author’s name the whole book held surprises for me.
Katelyn had to start her life over after the brutal murder of her parents. When Katelyn started college she met Lexi, her new roommate. They soon became the best of friends. Katelyn soon meets James and he makes her dreams come true. I don't like spoilers so I don't want to get too much into the book.
Rick does an excellent job with the writing and has produced a wonderful love story between Katelyn and James. There is however, a couple of descriptive sex scenes in the book.
James is a fascinating person that is very mysterious in certain ways but a wonderful character who is so loving and caring. Lexi is a great friend and later faces a challenge in the book.
Katelyn’s Chronicles has to be one of my favorite books. I LOVE IT!!

The Master of Whitehall is an eloquent and uniquely told paranormal love story that is certain to become THE vampire love story of the century!

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

~~EXCERPT REVEAL~~ THE VAMPIRE MAFIA (The Complete Series) M.A.Wilder


  Title: The Vampire Mafia Complete Series
By: M.A. Wilder
Publication Date: January 1, 2017
Genre: Paranormal Romance



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Five deadly love stories.
And one dark saga. 

This is August, New York, where the chaotic world of the supernatural will collide with unsuspecting, vulnerable humans.

Trouble
Notorious criminal Mickey McKennan is everything Nora Evers shouldn’t want. He’s power and sex in a suit with a rogue smile, and when they meet, her world tilts as she falls in lust—until that world halts when tragedy strikes. Nora’s life quickly goes from bad to worse, and she finds Mickey at every turn. Although his deadly secrets ensure that trouble follows him, she is drawn to him more and more. But, when her past haunts her present, Nora’s life is threatened, and she is unsure of who she can count on to help her survive.

Beautiful
Everyone has a price, and thanks to the captivating Simon Handover and his proposition, Penny Ames has discovered hers. She will just need to make it through one month with him before she can flee and never look back. But, with his Clark Kent good looks and Superman swagger, Simon is more of a threat to Penny than she realizes. While fighting not to lose her heart, she stumbles into a world filled with guns, gangs, and…vampires, and soon, she finds herself also fighting for her life.

Collateral
When Sosie Savage is taken hostage by the Vampire Mafia due to her father’s mistake, the only thing on her mind is survival—until her focus begins to shift as her captors, the D’Avignon brothers, vie for her attention. Powerful yet antagonistic, J.M. and Sebastien fascinate her. Where J.M. is destructive and dangerous, Sebastien acts as the savior with his kindness. With her feelings clouding her mind, Sosie struggles to set things right in the tangled web her father weaved. But, after the D’Avignon family receives threats from rival vampires while enduring run-ins with the authorities, she begins to question her allegiance to her own family and the life that she once knew.

Vengeful
Kidnapped and tortured with no end in sight, Beau D’Avignon is certain death is imminent. That is, until Francesca Slight intervenes. Sheltered daughter of the D’Avignon’s sworn enemy, she is now also the owner of Beau’s heart. With the animosity between the leading vampire families, their newfound love is not likely to survive, especially when the escalating war threatens all their lives.

Frustrated with her father’s lack of action in the search for her missing family, Bellamy D’Avignon is determined to take the reins, but along the way, she crosses paths with someone from the opposite side of the law. He’s literally tall, dark, and handsome, and their connection is immediate and undeniable. But, when a life-altering threat hits and emotions take over, Bellamy makes a decision that will change their lives forever.



“Are you ready to tell me?” I ask.

“No,” he whispers.

I look down and sigh. “I don’t know how many more times I can say I’m sorry before you believe me. But if you want to punish me for his death…”

I bolt from the car and make my way up to my apartment without a single glance over my shoulder. The key is in the door when I feel him approach. I still refuse to turn around, but he doesn’t give me much choice. Mickey curves an arm around my waist and spins me so that my back is now pinned to the door. His face is mere inches away from mine, and I can feel the hard lines of his body pressing against me. He’s so gorgeous, it hurts to look. But it hurts even more to look away.

Once again, I’ve forgotten how to breathe. But he reminds me when he floats his cheek against mine, causing my breath to hitch.

“I’m not trying to punish you,” he says, whispering the words against my neck. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Whatever it is you think I can’t handle, I can,” I whisper back. “I’m stronger than I look.”

He sighs and looks at me like I’m stating the obvious. “Babe, sounds to me like you’ve had to be too strong for too long. When are you going to let someone else take care of you?”

My nose stings from the urge to cry, and I’m struggling to maintain eye contact. This isn’t me. I’m the girl who deals with shit and then keeps it moving, not the one who goes all weak-kneed and falls to pieces.

Except I am falling.

And fast.

“There is no one. Remember?” The quiver in my voice is a dead giveaway, but I keep talking, and he keeps listening. “Besides, we still don’t know who those guys were, and—”

So much for everything I’m not.

His lips capture mine, and my knees do go weak. I can feel his arm tightening as he holds me steady with one hand while his other hand cups the side of my face.

His lips brush back and forth against mine, learning their feel. Meanwhile, his hand grips my hip, and his other hand slides back from my cheek to my hair, anchoring into my long brunette locks. I can feel Mickey stiffening against me as the tip of his tongue demands entrance.

There’s no hesitation. I open for him.

A needy whimper works its way up my throat as his tongue glides against mine. My hands curl into tight fists, the lapels of his expensive suit jacket caught between my fingers. I feel myself getting wet, cream dampening my panties, as this primal ache spirals up from my core. Mickey’s groaning deliciously naughty sounds into my mouth, and I’m clutching at him like I never want this to end.

Because I don’t.

It feels like every kiss from my past has been leading up to this moment. They were all just practice, and this…this is real. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and deep down inside, I know that I never will.

Not with anyone but Mickey.

But it’s over before I know it. He’s pressing his lips against mine in a gentle finale, and I know that the fireworks display is coming to a close. His name spills out of my mouth in a pleading moan, and he smiles and then finishes with a chaste kiss.

“Babe, you’re gonna get us both into trouble.”

I breathe a quiet laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now, wipe that sexy smile off your face before you start something you can’t finish.”

I chuckle, despite my best efforts for a more serious expression. Then, a sultry fire flashes in his eyes, and I stop laughing.

“Let’s go,” he says.

“Go where?”

“Inside.”

“Inside where?”

“Babe, we really gonna do this?”

“I never invited you in.”

“Relax. If I wanted something to happen, those gorgeous legs of yours would be wrapped around my waist, and you’d be screaming my name right now. My cock would be buried so deep inside you, hitting places you never even knew existed, and I swear, you’d never want to hop off. But you’re not ready for that, and I respect it. You’re also not ready to spend the night at my place, so I’m going to crash here.”

My skin is flushed, my breathing is strained, and for the first time in my life, I mentally check my body for signs of a heart attack.

Nothing.

A slow and shaky breath escapes my lips as my brain tries to work out a response. I know I’m going to think of a really great comeback hours from now, but the best I can manage on the spot is, “Well, you just know everything, don’t you?”

He smirks. “Not everything. Just that you want me.”

I gasp, not out of offense but out of embarrassment over his accuracy.

“And, before you say anything else, I want you, too. But, tonight, we sleep. Just sleep,” he says.

I unlock the door while offering up a deceptively cool tsk. “Like I said, nice.”


M. A. Wilder is a wife, mother, and native New Yorker who writes in order to retain her title as a hipster. She is a stay-at-home mom by day and a crime fighter author by night. She is also rumored to be a full-time geek, a part-time fangirl, and an imaginary superhero.

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