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Reminiscent Hearts by Rachel De Lune #ReminiscentHeartsTour @Rachel_De_Lune @BareNakedWords @bnwauthorservices

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Book: Reminiscent Hearts
Author: Rachel De Lune
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 14th February
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Synopsis
A second chance love story.
Lily Hill was a good girl. Sweet, innocent, hardworking, with her whole life in front of her. And completely in love with Jake Stewart.
Jake was the ultimate bad boy, who screwed around and never played by the rules. He had his own secrets and demons, and for him, Lily was the light to his dark. He knew how Lily felt about him. It was the best un-kept secret between friends. But the one good thing he did was keep his hands off Lily. She’d never survive his deepest desires.
Or so he thought.
A lot can happen in five years.
Lives change. People change. But what about love?
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About the Author
Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary and erotic romance.
She began scribbling her stories of dominance and submission in the pages of a notebook several years ago, and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA.
Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.
For every woman who’s ever desired more.
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Excerpt

At that moment, my feet refused to take me home. They were glued in place. Jake’s sad eyes locked with mine and I couldn’t look away. All I saw was a little boy who wanted to be like his older brother. His idle stare gave me the impression he wasn’t surprised by the greeting. Like he was resigned to it. His eyes didn’t let me go until the car sped off, and I could only make out the red tail lights. I never saw his dad again, but I saw plenty of his brother. Jake stayed close to him around school until he left to go to university.

We’ve been sort-of friends ever since. I never ask him about his family, and he never volunteers any information. It’s as if the evening never happened, yet it’s etched into my mind so deeply I always think about it when I see the harsher side to Jake. Those few moments had tied me to Jake, and although the tenuous threads may have frayed, they always make me go easy on him when I really should give up and never speak to him again.

“Have you got your essay finished?” I change the subject, wanting to get back to surer ground.
“Essay?” he asks, again looking for me to explain.

“You know, the one assigned last week comparing the multi-store model of memory and the working memory model?”

“Looks like I’ve got a piss-poor memory, huh.” He wiggles his eyebrows humorously, and I’m right back to loving him again.

I turn away and bury my head in my hands and try to balance out my own mood towards Jake. The lesson is over with no other wisecracks from Jake, and I head over to the other side of the school for my last lesson of the day.

“Hey, Lil, wait up,” Jake calls after me, and I freeze. He waits for the steady stream of students to thin around us before going any further. It’s my turn to look expectantly at him.

“So, you have a better offer for the weekend than what’s-her-name’s party?”

“No, I just don’t think it’s my thing.” I pull my books into my chest and inch my feet towards my next class. As much as I want to keep talking to Jake, I don’t want to be late. I keep my eyes away from his, not wanting to get trapped in them. It’s a constant hazard I’m susceptible to. I’m sure he can see everything I feel if he will only look a little harder at me. As no other guy in school has ever shown me any attention, I’m under no illusion the first one will be Jake Stewart. My feet start toward the science block. Jake walks beside me a little way. Sometimes, on the occasions when Jake was close to acting like a normal friend, I felt as if he was waiting to tell me something. It never transpired though and like all the other times, he peels away and turns back in the opposite direction. No ‘bye’ or ‘see you later’, but then, that isn’t Jake’s style.


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I’m Only Here for the Beard by Lani Lynn Vale @LaniLynnVale @EJBookPromos

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Title: I’m Only Here For The Beard
Series: The Dixie Warden Rejects #4
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2017
Photographer: Furious Fotog
Model: Hankins Fitness
Sean is a man with needs—needs that a lot of women were ready and willing to fulfill. Yet, the only woman that he wants to fulfill them dumped him for another man. A man who’s a member of his MC and is someone he has to see every single day and twice on Sundays.
He’s bitter and angry. He’s definitely not in the right frame of mind when it comes to dealing with women. Which is unfortunate for his new partner, Naomi, a fresh-out-of-school and totally green paramedic. 
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Naomi’s got enough problems on her plate. A brother who’s self-destructive and doesn’t care who he takes down with him. A man who she’s in love with but who doesn’t love her. A job that she hates because it is a constant reminder of what she can’t have.
Desperate to distance herself from her problems, she runs, taking the first job in her field that she finds willing to take on someone with so little experience.
The last thing she needs is a perpetually pissed off partner, especially when he sets her blood on fire.
But life doesn’t ask how much you can handle when it dishes out challenges. It just keeps piling them on until you’ve bested them or you’ve buckled under them.
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Sean really doesn’t want to like his new partner, Naomi. He just wants to be left alone to live his life however he damn well pleases and without complications.
Naomi doesn’t care what he wants, she can’t be anything but herself. It isn’t long before she’s breaking down his walls and making him feel again. She’s trying to pull him closer and he’s pushing her away.
It’s not long before Sean sees the error of his ways.
It’s too bad, though, that by the time he realizes she’s the one, Naomi’s already gone.
“What was all that?” he wondered.
I turned to find him standing in the entranceway to my room, watching me zip the final length of zipper.
“Uhhh,” I hesitated.  “Papers I was going over.”
His eyes lit up.
“I know medical supplies when I see them,” he drawled. “I’ve been a paramedic for ten years now, and I was an EMT in the Marines for a few years, too.”
So he realized I was lying to him.
Nice.
What do I say now?
He must’ve realized that I didn’t want to say anything, though, and let me out of it.
“If you don’t want to tell me, don’t tell me,” he drawled.
I bit my lip.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
His grin got wider. “Fine. Let’s go eat.”
“Let’s,” I scrambled up and shoved my phone into my pocket as I headed for the door.
I snatched my purse along the way, which happened to have an emergency supply of supplies needed for stoma care, my Kindle, a few chargers, and my wallet.
“You should really fear for your back’s health when you carry that thing around,” Sean said as he held open the door.
My mouth tipped up into a grin.
“Yeah,” I asked. “I’ll have to file that under my ‘I don’t care’ tab.  It has a lot of shit in it I need.”
“You haven’t read that Kindle once,” he said. “I can see it in there, too. It’s that new Oasis one. Do you like it?”
I walked to the back of the medic, and would’ve picked up the baggie, but Sean started the medic up and put it into reverse before I could.
I bit my lip, wondering if he’d see me take it to the trash or not, and decided to get it when we got home.
I did manage to kick it to the side so it didn’t get ran over, however.
The moment I was in the passenger seat, I let my bag fall to the floor between my feet and tried not to stare at my trash that I’d left in the grass.
Sean didn’t seem to notice, thank God, and backed out of the garage before shutting the door with practiced ease.
“Do you ever let others drive if you’re not in the back?”  I questioned him.
He shrugged. “No.”
My mouth twitched.  “Did you get wet on the way to work today?”
My eyes took in the gray skies that’d been pouring down water for the last six hours.  It’d been raining when I’d woken up and now, four hours into my shift, it hadn’t let up once.
The poor city, I’d heard, wasn’t very accepting of the rain due to a flood that’d hit Mooresville about a year ago. A flood that the people of Mooresville, Alabama were still trying to clean up after.
Luckily, the rain wasn’t meant to continue much past the late evening hours, and it was supposed to dwindle down into drizzling rain—a paramedics worst nightmare—very shortly.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Though my leather covered me most of the way. I just had to change my pants—which I planned to do anyway.”
“Gotcha. That must’ve been your first forty-five minutes in the bathroom this morning.”
His eyes narrowed as he turned his head and glared at me.
“I can’t help it. It takes as long as it takes.”
My mouth twitched.
“Hmm,” I murmured, reaching down for my phone as an idea hit me.
“Hey, today I saw something on Facebook about a squat potty,” I told him. “Have you heard about that?”
“No,” he grunted. “Can’t say that I have.”
My grin spreading, I pulled out my phone and started typing.
“What are you doing?” he asked nervously.
I batted my eyes at him, causing his own to narrow on my face.
“There’s something weird going on with your eyes,” he said in a monotone voice. “Would you like me to check them out for you?”
I stuck my tongue out at him and went back to my typing.
“Google is my friend,” I informed him, and grinned as I typed into the search bar ‘things that will make you go to the bathroom faster.’
And there, at the very top result, was the Shark Tank invention ‘Squatty Potty.’
I clicked on the first link which took me to Amazon, and started reading the description to him.
“This evolutionary invention is your new best friend.  It will encourage bowel movements, and cut your bathroom time in half.” I stopped and turned my eyes to look at him.  “That’s what you need.”
He flipped me off and continued driving, heading straight for Taco Hell.
“This is a different concept at first, but once you get the hang of it, it’ll become like second nature,” I continued. “What used to take forty long minutes, with butt tingling numbness about halfway through, now is a quick in and out process that you won’t have one single complaint about.  Satisfaction guaranteed!”
He was shaking his head furiously, his cheeks becoming pink.
“You buy that for me and I will literally kill you. I’ll bury your body in the woods outside my parents’ place, too,” he informed me.
I bit my lip and started laughing inwardly as I clicked the ‘Buy It Now’ option on my phone.
In two quick pages of buttons and clicking, I had it shipped next day, and closed my phone.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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Stealing Blue by DP Denman @EJBookPromos @dpdenman

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Title: Stealing Blue
Series: The Blue Series: Book 4
Author: D.P. Denman
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 30, 2017
All is fair in love and war. Let the battle begin.

When a hot new rock star shows up in Vancouver, Blue’s career turns out to be more destructive than anyone imagined. His first shot at producing traps him between a kid who wants him and the boyfriend who blames him.
The artist’s desperate antics crank up Brady’s jealousy and drive Blue out of both their lives into new opportunities and the arms of a new man. With the battle for Blue’s affection on, can Brady bring him home or will Blue’s new life in LA keep him out of reach?
Award winning author DP Denman writes character-driven contemporary romance about gay men. Her stories are real and intense, but resolve in endings that make people want to read the book all over again. She lives among the moss and trees of the Pacific Northwest with a rambunctious pair of fur babies.


 In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQIA rights activist with a special focus on the thousands of rejected and abandoned kids who end up on the street every year. To support the cause, 25% of the royalties from every book go to LGBT charities.

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Cutter by Stacy Borel @EJBookPromos @stacyborel

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Title: Cutter
Series: Core Four Series
Author: Stacy Borel
Genre: NA Romance
Photographer: FuriousFotog
Model: Mike Roulo
Cover Designer: Kassi Snider

 

Did somebody say baby?

Macie Rosewood was a firecracker, in and out of the bedroom. She lived her life according to her own rules and high standards. When she caught the attention from one of the most eligible Brooks brothers two years ago, Macie had found real love. 

Dodger Brooks was the sensible brother that played hard and loved even harder. When Macie walked into his life, he found what he’d been looking for. After fear drove her away, Dodger wasn’t one to give up so easily. 

But what happens when sexual tension was too hard to resist, and Macie is left with more than just a hangover after her best friend’s wedding?

What lengths are Dodger and Macie willing to go through in order to make a relationship work?

And what happens when another woman is hell-bent on splitting them apart?

“Stacy did not disappoint! . . . Dodger is that alpha Brooks man we’ve grown to love!” ~Amazon Review (Angela R.)


“. . .this was one of my favorites. I have been waiting for this book” ~Amazon Review (Amber)

“I loved this book! I didn’t want it to end! I didn’t want to put it down once I started it!” ~Amazon Review

Elegant Retribution (Elegant Series #1) by Tee Smith @EJBoosPromos @teesmithbooks

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Title: Elegant Retribution
Series: Elegant Series #1
Author: Tee Smith
Genre: Romantic Suspense 
Release Date:  March 2, 2017
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Teased and taunted all her life, Lilijana Bartholemew found herself pregnant, beaten and alone.
She thought he had loved her.

Little had she known, it was all part of his sick little game.

Toying with the business card in her hand, could she call on a perfect stranger and ask for help?
What did she expect from him? Rescue? Protection? Escape?

Denim Gargliano, is a powerful, well respected businessman.
Everyone wants to be his friend or be a part of his success.
Everyone wants to be him
When a dark haired girl sweeps into his life unexpectedly, his world is turned upside-down.
He knows he must be careful. Allowing someone into his world leaves them both vulnerable.
However, nothing and no one will stand in his way when it comes to protecting the ones he loves.


Tee Smith released her debut novel Collecting Scars in 2016. She always wanted to write professionally, but as it does, life got in the way and she only took up writing novels after she turned 40.

Tee lives on a small farm in Western Australia, with a host of animals, including two donkeys. As well as writing, she is also a nurse, wife and mother to four teenagers.

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Dirty Wife Games by Clarissa Wild @WildClarissa @EJBookPromos

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Title: Dirty Wife Games
Series: Indecent #2
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance (Standalone)
Release Date:  February 28, 2017


 


 

A scorned wife on the run, and a stalker who follows her every move… Match made in heaven?
After being forced to marry a tyrant, Hyun Song flees his home in a desperate attempt to save what’s left of her dignity … and her life.
Now on her own, she tries her best to move on with her simple life. But she quickly realizes she can’t escape her past … and that she’s not alone …
He watches her through her window.
Sends her indecent notes.
Stalks her everywhere she goes.
He wants her badly, and when she finally lets him in …
It’s time for the wife to play a dirty game.
 

From the moment I first saw my stalker, I was captivated.
The man with the black leather jacket and dark, spiky hair sits on a bench across the street from my house, staring down at a notebook.
Every night, he sits there at exactly ten p.m., looking off into the distance or writing his notes under the street light … or looking straight at me.
Like he is now.
Our eyes meet, and a sudden electrical current rushes through my veins.
I’m unable to look away from his piercing blue eyes, and I wonder … How long ago did he first see me?
I’ve only noticed him outside recently … watching over my house as if he’s guarding it. Guarding me.
I don’t know if I should be scared. If I should run or call the cops.
He’s never come close.
So is there any reason to act?
As long as he maintains his distance … an invisible line he doesn’t cross … I still feel safe. I can survive, knowing he is there, wherever I go.
I never know when or where I’m going to see him again.
I just know I will.
A hampered breath leaves my throat as he stares me down from across the street. His gaze feels like it penetrates through the closed windows. And for a brief second, I think I spot a hint of a smile.

“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Shower,” I grumble, annoyed with her indecisiveness.
My cock tents my pants, and I will it down, but it’s not happening. So I take them off, along with my boxer shorts, socks, and shoes. Then I pull off my shirt and throw it in the corner of the bathroom on the pile of clothes that was already there.
When I turn around to grab some shampoo, she’s still standing in the living room, blatantly staring at my naked body while blinking rapidly, her lips parting ever so slowly.
A smirk grows on my face. “Seen a ghost or something?”
Her face glows red, and she stutters, “I can’t believe you just took off your clothes while I’m still here.” She swallows, visibly confused. “Do you want me to go? I can go.”
I shrug. I don’t see the problem. “You can stay.” I give her a smile, and she tentatively smiles back, trying to hide the obvious stare. I guess my cock stole the show.
“Okay,” she murmurs as I turn around and turn on the shower, wondering if she’s staring at my ass. She probably is, judging from the squeaks in her voice. “I’ll go sit down over here…”
I don’t answer, as it wasn’t a question, and I don’t see the point in discussing something completely irrelevant. I’m a man of actions, not of words, and I prefer the written word regardless. I could write whole essays about how her beauty captivates me and about all the things I would do to her to make her mine.
But she already knows that.
She’s seen my notes.
Touched herself to my dirtiest fantasies.
And now, I’m touching myself to them too.
Under the shower, my cock has done anything to cool down.
All I can think of is claiming her for my own, and it only makes me stroke myself more. I don’t even care that she’s in the room beside me. I need the release, one way or another, and if she doesn’t want it, then I’ll have to take care of it myself.
So I imagine her showering with me as I jerk myself off, picturing her naked body. I hiss and bite my lip, completely immersing myself in my own fantasy. The fact she’s right next door only makes it that much more exciting. That much more forbidden.
But when I open my eyes for just a second, I spot her standing in the doorway, with her mouth wide open.


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, and Wicked Bride Games. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Immure Diaries – Part 1 by H.Q. Frost @EJBookPromos @HQ_Frost

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Title: Immure Diaries – Part I
Author: H.Q. Frost
Genre: Romantic Suspense
A chance encounter puts Akela Dietz in a stupor for the first time in years. When the encounter happens again and again, she becomes leery of the attractive Brit that puts a beat back into her heart.

Malcolm Corpseknot III is peculiar, too good looking to be true, and a trained killer. When his scope is set on Akela, he’s not sure if he wants to hit or miss. 
She’s a force to be reckoned with, already having given up on life, and she’s going to be the death of him. If she doesn’t end up dead first.

“Who are you?” she demanded answers, not realizing he was pulling her between two buildings.

 “I told you, I’m Malcolm Corpseknot the third.”

Realizing she was being led to a shaded alley, Akela opened her lips to scream and he slapped his hand over her mouth.
 “I’m not going to hurt you,” the promise was breathed softly into her ear. “Listen to me.” His lips were against her earlobe and his hand sat firmly clamped over her mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to lower my hand. Do not scream.” His eyes met hers, waiting for a grunt, or nod, or some indication of an agreement, but she didn’t comply. “I want to lower my hand, Akela,” he slowly spoke, staring her in the eyes. “Are you going to scream?”
Akela shook her head yes and he chuckled, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

H.Q. Frost is a fiction dictator that resides in Northeast Michigan with her busy family. She’s been writing since her teenage years as a hobby, but she decided to share her love with the world a few years ago! The exhilarating journey of the indie world is one she quickly fell in love with and she fan-girls when someone reads the fiction she’s created.

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Fight for Me by Rebecca Chase @rebeccahchase @starange13

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 Title: Fight For Me
By: Rebecca Chase
Publication Date: November 25, 2016
Genre: Erotic Romance
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This short story is available as part of the Crave For Me anthology or as a stand alone story here. It is over 17,000 words and contains sexual situations and language only suitable for those aged 18+Ever had one of those men in your life that you want no matter what? They’ve spent a lifetime in your head when what you really want is to have them wanting every part of you. This is a standalone short story about that guy and a women who’s had a crush on him for too long. Her crush might finally be the one who takes her to all the places she’s desired and give her the romance she’s longed for.

Jules finally comes face to face with the one man she’s been avoiding for years; her brother’s best friend, her first kiss and the guy who taught her what lust is. The soldier is home on leave for a wedding but where does Jules fit in to this? Joe might want her more than he’s ever let on or maybe he just wants to get some release before he heads back to barracks. Is he just another bad boy who will break her heart before she gives him his marching orders or will he set her body on fire as they engage in a battle of wills and pleasure?

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Rebecca Chase is an English rose with a taste for sex and romance. She started life as a superhero but found she liked stockings more than tights so writing erotic romance was the obvious next step. When she’s not busy going on amusing and thrilling dates with sexy suitors, she’s whacking shuttle cocks, dancing the night away, watching rugby men battling with balls and finding interesting story ideas in everyday life.

HOT SHADE by Tamara Lush @InkSlingerPR @TamaraLush @NazareaAndrews

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HEA is thrilled to unveil the cover of Hot Shade and an excerpt from the debut New Adult romantic suspense by Tamara Lush. Hot Shade arrives Sept. 30.

About the book (courtesy of Boroughs Publishing):

Romance is the last thing on reporter Skylar Shaw’s mind when she covers a plane crash on a Florida beach. Her best source could be a mysterious Italian man, but he’s strictly off the record—unless it involves indulging their electrifying attraction to each other. Little does Skylar know, but that crash is only the beginning.

Luca Rossi is hiding a big secret: He’s a journalist, too, and his anonymous exposé on the Mafia destroyed his world. Now, after two lonely years on the run, he will do anything to possess this vulnerable American beauty. But Skylar is as relentless as the Florida glare, and the situation ignites when she reports on a gruesome murder in a swamp. Soon erotic nights will bleed into dangerous days, and nowhere will be safe from the heat.

EXCERPT (from chapter one)

She grinned and rummaged through her straw tote bag then handed him a business card. Plucking it from her fingers, Luca studied every inch of her face. Even the freckles on her nose were adorably sexy.

He glanced down and read her card aloud. “‘Skylar Shaw. The Palmira Post.’”

She took a pen and notebook out of her bag. The pen’s end was frayed with bite marks. Luca arched an eyebrow. He longed to flirt but knew he shouldn’t, for all sorts of reasons.

“How long have you been a reporter, Skylar Shaw?”

“Three months, not counting my internship. I got this job at the newspaper right after graduating from journalism school.”

He looked at her, then at her card and back at her. She tapped the end of the pen on her bottom lip and opened her mouth to chew on it. Her lips were plump, and Luca entertained a fantasy of rubbing his thumb over them. How he’d love to play with this girl. How bad an idea was it to ask her inside for a glass of wine?

No, he couldn’t do that. He could see she was in the throes of reporting a story, and although her grin was flirtatious, her eyes were intent. Serious. And he shouldn’t be seducing reporters. Not in his situation.

He managed a tight smile and tried to focus on her forehead, but her blue eyes were like magnets and he held her gaze for a few unblinking moments. “Congratulations on your graduation and on getting a job in a dying industry at the end of a global recession. Now, if you don’t mind—”

She laughed and pointed at the homes. “Well, congratulations to you, on settling in a gated retirement community at such a young age. We all can’t be so lucky.”

He tilted his head, puzzled. Women usually were flirtatious with him. Not snarky.

She smiled sweetly. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. If you tell me anything off the record about the plane crash, I won’t put your name in the paper. I can use you as an anonymous source. Do you know anything about the person who helped the injured man? Did you see anything?”

She was persistent, and he admired that. Both in a journalist, and in a woman. And yet, no way would Luca reveal that he’d aided the plane crash victim. He wanted publicity, and reporters, to stay as far away as possible. Especially this one.

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, acutely aware of his Italian accent. It was so different, seemed so heavy, from her American cadence and it made him feel a bit self-conscious. “Are you aware you are on private property? Reporters shouldn’t break the law. Our community is called The Sanctuary, and it’s gated for a reason, no? We like our privacy here.”

The girl’s mouth froze in an open-mouthed smile and a pink flush bloomed on her cheeks. She was even more beautiful than before.

“Oh.” She pointed at the gate with her pen, then smiled sheepishly. “I just came in over there. The gate was easy to open and I thought I’d find more people to talk to, more sources. I didn’t mean to tear my dress in the process.”

Luca fought back a grin. Her tenaciousness, her eagerness to get the story, was endearing. Waltzing into a private enclave was exactly what he would have done when he was a reporter.

“Yes. I know. I saw your elegant entrance as you broke into the property. Now I’ll open the door out for you. I wouldn’t want to rip more of your dress off.”

Ripping that gauzy dress off was exactly what he’d love to do. And couldn’t.

Luca sauntered a few paces toward the gate. Turning the knob, he held the door open with an expectant look. The young woman stared at him intently. She was short, and he couldn’t help but imagine how he would have to bend slightly to kiss her.

“You have my cell number on my card…if you want to talk.”

Luca grinned. Her eyes flitted to his bicep, to his tattoo of an Italian saying. Chi più sa, meno crede.

The more one knows, the less one believes. It was his motto, his truth.

But in that moment, all he knew, all he believed, was that he wanted to spend the rest of the day, and all of the night, with the woman standing in front of him. Even though she was everything he should run from. His gaze drifted to the light sheen of perspiration that nestled in between the soft cleavage of her breasts. She was about a foot away, and her blue eyes, pale skin and pink lips were even more gorgeous up close. Less resistible. More deadly.

Because talking was the last thing he wanted.

Find out more about Tamara and her book at www.tamaralush.com.