Sunday 27 April 2014

Blissful Surrender Prologue & ARC Giveaway

Thank you so much for getting my Facebook author page to 7000 likes. It blows my mind still that I have more than 100, let alone 7k! 

So, as promised, here is the prologue for Blissful Surrender (Bliss #3) - Sean and Sam's story. I'm working hard to get this book to you as soon as I can, with the release slated for 4th May at this stage. 

Make sure you enter the giveaway at the end of this post for a chance to win an e-book set of Temporary Bliss, True Bliss and an advanced e-book of Blissful Surrender. 

So without further delay....


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Prologue – “Bad Day”

Im not one who is easily rattled.

In fact, my cage is so secure it might as well be anchored to the ground in concrete. Its why Im so damn good at what I do—corporate law.  ‘The Sharkis what they call me. I revel in it, thrive under pressure. In fact, cool calm and collected should be my middle names.

Then, like the flip of a coin, there is the other half of my life. The side that isnt so organized. My personal life, the part of my life that should be under control, is a cluster fuck right now. And as always it all points to one person. 

By day, Im like Teflon—shit doesnt stick to me. I dont let it. My work doesnt get brought home; it starts and ends at my office door. Just the way I like it.

I should be sitting back in my soft leather recliner, drinking a well-earned glass of Macallan on ice.  So why am I sitting in front of a computer screen watching security footage of my younger brother Ryan hand an envelope to an unknown man at the club?

My fucking club.

Thankfully the video Im watching isnt a live feed. That would have been too much for me to handle. I have a pretty controlled temperament, but I’d be barreling down there and punching him in the face, then kicking his useless ass to the curb once and for all. Instead, Im watching delayed footage from yesterday afternoon that my private investigator sent me.

Blood or not, nobody fucks me over. I suspect Ryan is putting the club and me on someones unwelcome radar, and I don’t need the attention or the bullshit. Yes, I know the fact that I have a PI watching my own brother speaks volumes. Ryan is a gullible son of a bitch with a magnet for assholes and trouble in equal measure. As soon as I had an inkling that he was involved in dodgy shit (again), I asked my friend Asher to step in and monitor the situation for me. It was a necessary step to take. He fucked up two months ago and I stood by him but now…well, enough is enough.




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Wednesday 9 April 2014

Two new teasers from Blissful Surrender (Bliss #3)

If you head on over to my Facebook page, you'll see two new teasers from Blissful Surrender. 

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And now for the Sean aka Mr Dom teasers....



Excerpt

I shrug on my standard issue, CPD shirt over my black demi bra and lace panties, quickly checking my watch to make sure I’m still early. Our previous shower ten minutes ago had been a vigorous one, starting with Sean lifting me up, and wrapping my legs around his shoulders as he feasted between my legs, making me cry out his name before dropping my feet to the shower floor, hooking his arm under one knee and driving into me, making me come apart again before he took his fill. 

The problem was, I didn’t get to do what I wanted to do to him. 
Walking into Sean’s ensuite, my breath catches as I see the man in question standing in front of the bathroom sink with a hand on the edge, bracing himself as he runs his old school, double-edged razor along his rough jaw. Dressed in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, he looks every inch the sexy man I know he is. Rivulets of water reflect in the light, and I try to find the restraint to stay away from him. 

But where Sean is concerned, restraint is not possible. 
I catch his eye in the mirror as I slowly walk up behind him. His green eyes darken as he reads the lust-filled expression on my face. Raising a brow, he silently questions my intent before turning to face me. 

“Sammy, what—”

I reach up and place a finger on his lips to silence him before leaning down and licking the irresistible drop off water off his pecs. I look back up and gently drag my finger down his body, making a trail as I drop to my knees in front of him. 

“You’re killing me here…”

“Not yet, but give me a minute and I’m sure I’ll come close.” 

*Subject to Change*