TODAY MARKS THE RELEASE OF TWO BOOKS FROM
THE WILD ROSE PRESS!!
THOSE VIOLET EYES
My release day partner is a talented young lady from New Zealand, LaVerne Clark. Here's her tagline, blurb and an excerpt --
As a child, a routine x-ray awakened an abnormality in Jenna’s DNA giving her the ability to “call” creatures and take on their attributes. Labeled a freak since then, Jenna’s learned to keep everyone at a distance. But all that changes the day she saves a young boy from drowning, and the story goes viral.
Nick Hawke, an off-duty policeman, witnesses part of the drama. Captivated by Jenna’s exotic beauty, he decides to investigate, not sure what to believe. Jenna puts his cynicism to the test—even as the attraction between them grows.
As word of her extraordinary rescue spreads, a dangerous man who will stop at nothing to control Jenna’s abilities draws near. With her feelings for Nick putting him in danger too, can Jenna risk everything to protect them both?
“Jenna.” He whispered her name as if it was a prayer, walking her backward until the wall supported her. She guessed he was giving her time to protest, to break off the inevitable, but no force on earth could stop her from having him this time.
“Yes,” she answered on a sigh and threaded her arms around his neck. Pulling him close was all the encouragement he needed.
His lips met hers softly at first, testing her response. Heat flicked along her nerve endings threatening to flare as he continued to tease with nibbling bites and gentle suction. She squirmed and mewled like a kitten at his light touches.
“Stop teasing me, damn it,” she growled. She felt his grin against the corner of her mouth and took the opportunity to slide her tongue over the crease of his lips.
A wordless sound rumbled in the back of his throat and all of a sudden the teasing lover had gone, replaced by one who devoured. Jenna shivered in delight, reveling in his superior strength.
The hands fisted in her hair kept her in place while the thigh wedged between her legs rubbed enticingly against her aching centre. She groaned and he took full advantage, finally slipping his tongue inside her mouth to explore and tantalize...
THE WILD ROSE PRESS -- http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=177_139&products_id=4888
AMAZON -- http://www.amazon.com/Affinity-ebook/dp/B008EX2MSS/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1340810624&sr=1-2&keywords=affinity
Evie Caldwell hoards every penny for her escape from the servitude life created by a worthless brother and the endless work on a ranch that will never be hers. The last thing she wants is a muscled man with a macho Marine attitude complicating her life. But, oh, how that man can make her insides do the twitchy thing.
Wounded vet, Win Fairchild, returns to Texas to heal, find a piece of his soul and open a ranch for amputee children. Finding someone to love was not on his agenda. Nor was dealing with a wildcat, until she captures his heart with those violet eyes.
But now that he knows what he wants, can Win convince Evie to stay in Texas—and his bed?
Evie charged through the swinging door to the kitchen and skidded to a stop. It couldn’t be. Although his back was toward her, there was no mistaking the height and broad muscled shoulders. This mystery nephew of Gus’s was the guy who’d remarked on her eyes. Her stomach did a little twitchy dance, nerves no doubt.
She ran her suddenly damp palms over her short skirt and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Win?”
She took a couple steps closer and noticed he was washing vegetables under a spray of water. “Win?”
Evie rolled her eyes and stepped behind him, tapping him on the back. The metal strainer clattered in the sink and a blur of motion barely registered before steely hands gripped her forearms. Oh my God! In a flurry of movement, he snatched her off the floor and backed her against the stainless steel counter. Cold wet hands viced her arms. Her eyes snapped wide and the air whooshed from her lungs when his body slammed into hers.
Win’s eyes were narrowed, his breathing rapid through a clenched jaw and a vein bulged in his forehead. “Don’t do that.”
The man was every inch the warrior, every hard tensed inch. He held her mid-air, so close they were nearly eyeball to eyeball. As his gaze traveled over her face and awareness evidently crept in as to the sex of his attacker, several inches of his frame hardened even more.
Evie swallowed. Oh, good Lord.
He glared and his nostrils flared.
“I…I’m sorry, Win. I called your name, but…but you didn’t answer. I was only trying to get your attention.” Her lips twitched at the humor in the situation—hadn’t Keira told her the man lost part of his hearing? Evidently she’d startled him. Poor soul. She felt a portion of herself return. A portion she’d hidden for so long; that light-hearted part of her soul that teased and cajoled. “Honest, I wasn’t trying to attack you.” She placed an open palm on his defined pecs and patted. “You’re safe with me, big guy.” Just to rattle him some more, she winked.
Win’s hazel eyes flashed for a second, then he slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You’re not safe with me.”
THE WILD ROSE PRESS -- http://bit.ly/ThoseVioletEyes
AMAZON -- http://bit.ly/TVEVonnieDavis