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Emotionally Compromised, OUT NOW! Read the Teaser!
I can't believe it has finally happened, but my debut novel has been officially released. *faints* You can now get your wonderful, grubby paws on the paperback or ebook! Thank you to all who made this happen, and supported me every step of the way. A BIG thank you to all of you amazing readers out there who have made this journey more than worth it. Without my friends, readers, and fellow authors I would be lost.
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Now, without further ado... the Emotionally Compromised book release...
~Excerpt/Teaser~
I try the distraction technique. I press my lips against his, and though he is shocked by the move, he accepts them willingly. His lips devour mine in need.
He slams my body hard into the wall, and pins me with his hips. His hands drag down my torso, gripping my behind roughly, and his fingers dig into my skin.
This is Jeremy Hunt. Commanding and demanding. Another favorite. With this version, I don't need to think.
He pulls away from me, out of breath. "I need to know we are OK." I realize this is our way of doing things. Sometimes I suck at talking, and this might be my only way of showing him that we are fine.
His mouth covers mine again, and I can't help but whimper. He pulls away once more. "That's better."
The bastard knows that talking like this isn't my thing, and he seems aware of his power over me. I return his heated crystal glare with a wry look. Obviously, he's aware I let him control me. "Fine. Let's not talk, then."
He scoops me up, bridal style. "Jeremy, what are you doing?" I yelp in surprise.
"You don't want to talk. Fine! But I will at least make this more comfortable for both of us." He beelines for my bedroom.
"I am no good at talking," I blurt out.
He raises an eyebrow at me, starting up the steps. "Oh really? I think you are good at it when you are scolding me."
Before I can respond with something sarcastic, he throws me onto the bed. "Jeremy!"
"Oh, are you angry at me now?"
His grin is infectious as I watch his Viking form, in only his boxer briefs, crawl over the bed toward me. My previous anger vanishes, and I smile. How does he do that?
Before I can finish my thought, his lips come down on mine hard, he presses his hips into me, and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. His tongue dips into my mouth for a brief moment, teasing me, eliciting an involuntary moan to slip from my lips.
He pulls away looking triumphant. "Now that I've got you calmed down, and right where I want you"—his eyes glitter mischievously—"you need to know that I am glad I am everything to you."
My eyes widen, and the previous panic seeps back into my core. My arms jolt, trying to get free of his grasp, but his grip is firm. I try to speak, but he cuts me off with an authoritative voice. "I am not finished yet." He places a chaste kiss on my lips to soften the conversation. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, and I have to admit that would frustrate the hell out of me, but for now I will let it go. I just want to say a few things. Maybe we don't know what everything means to us, but those feelings are mutual. You don't need to be scared, or embarrassed by your emotions. I can tell this is something you don't know how to handle, and in a way, it's kind of"—he tilts his head to the side as if pondering it for a moment—"cute."
I furrow my eyebrows at the word cute. Teddy bears are cute, not trained federal agents.
He laughs at my look and kisses the soft skin between my wrinkled brows. "You are so much cuter than you let on, but that is beside the point. You are a lot to handle, you know that?"
My lips twitch playfully, hiding my own secrets.. "Oh, you have no idea."
We both let out a belt of laughter, and things feel back to normal. Whatever normal means to us.
~BUY LINKS~
eBook:
http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Com...
Amazon Paperback:
http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Com...
(International)Paperback:
https://www.createspace.com/4225788
To get the scoop on my next novel to be published don't forget to sign up for the mailing list. Hope the current subscribers enjoy that $2.00 off discount on the paperback ;)
Also, if you have read, or are planning on reading my book, please do not forget to write a review or rate the book on Goodreads and Amazon. It is always the best way to support indie authors! Spread the word! <3
Now, without further ado... the Emotionally Compromised book release...
~Excerpt/Teaser~
I try the distraction technique. I press my lips against his, and though he is shocked by the move, he accepts them willingly. His lips devour mine in need.
He slams my body hard into the wall, and pins me with his hips. His hands drag down my torso, gripping my behind roughly, and his fingers dig into my skin.
This is Jeremy Hunt. Commanding and demanding. Another favorite. With this version, I don't need to think.
He pulls away from me, out of breath. "I need to know we are OK." I realize this is our way of doing things. Sometimes I suck at talking, and this might be my only way of showing him that we are fine.
His mouth covers mine again, and I can't help but whimper. He pulls away once more. "That's better."
The bastard knows that talking like this isn't my thing, and he seems aware of his power over me. I return his heated crystal glare with a wry look. Obviously, he's aware I let him control me. "Fine. Let's not talk, then."
He scoops me up, bridal style. "Jeremy, what are you doing?" I yelp in surprise.
"You don't want to talk. Fine! But I will at least make this more comfortable for both of us." He beelines for my bedroom.
"I am no good at talking," I blurt out.
He raises an eyebrow at me, starting up the steps. "Oh really? I think you are good at it when you are scolding me."
Before I can respond with something sarcastic, he throws me onto the bed. "Jeremy!"
"Oh, are you angry at me now?"
His grin is infectious as I watch his Viking form, in only his boxer briefs, crawl over the bed toward me. My previous anger vanishes, and I smile. How does he do that?
Before I can finish my thought, his lips come down on mine hard, he presses his hips into me, and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. His tongue dips into my mouth for a brief moment, teasing me, eliciting an involuntary moan to slip from my lips.
He pulls away looking triumphant. "Now that I've got you calmed down, and right where I want you"—his eyes glitter mischievously—"you need to know that I am glad I am everything to you."
My eyes widen, and the previous panic seeps back into my core. My arms jolt, trying to get free of his grasp, but his grip is firm. I try to speak, but he cuts me off with an authoritative voice. "I am not finished yet." He places a chaste kiss on my lips to soften the conversation. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, and I have to admit that would frustrate the hell out of me, but for now I will let it go. I just want to say a few things. Maybe we don't know what everything means to us, but those feelings are mutual. You don't need to be scared, or embarrassed by your emotions. I can tell this is something you don't know how to handle, and in a way, it's kind of"—he tilts his head to the side as if pondering it for a moment—"cute."
I furrow my eyebrows at the word cute. Teddy bears are cute, not trained federal agents.
He laughs at my look and kisses the soft skin between my wrinkled brows. "You are so much cuter than you let on, but that is beside the point. You are a lot to handle, you know that?"
My lips twitch playfully, hiding my own secrets.. "Oh, you have no idea."
We both let out a belt of laughter, and things feel back to normal. Whatever normal means to us.
~BUY LINKS~
eBook:
http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Com...
Amazon Paperback:
http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Com...
(International)Paperback:
https://www.createspace.com/4225788
FREE! Download Emotionally Compromised! (at time of posting)
~FREEBIE!!~
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Cover Reveal/Excerpt & PreOrder and Enter to Win a Kindle Fire!
Is this real life? Ok, maybe I should wait until release day to say that.
The journey for my New Adult novel, TRYST, has been such a monumental one, and I’m so proud to reveal this cover!
What a crazy road! To get from the moment Book Country connected me with Kristine Swartz at Penguin InterMix , to that insane email exchange when we began discussing what we wanted out of TRYST’s cover *enter-head-spin* It’s been crazy cool, and has been so much fun seeing all of this come together! Book Country exclusively revealed this cover along with an interview of Kristine and I discussing the cover making process! If you’d like to find out more, [ click here ] to read the interview.
To have TRYST be my New Adult debut is such an amazing feeling because as the writer, BLAKE EVERETT, was impossible not to fall in love with, and when readers got ahold of him online, they seemed to agree. Hopefully this new cover will only help the cause ;) (Read teasers of Blake below)
With publication in only a little over 4 months I’m sure things are going to start speeding up (what am I talking about, they already have!) and I’m so excited to have you read the polished, edited version of TRYST. This book has made it SO far since it was originally posted serially online. I hope old readers fall back in love with Skyler & Blake, and that new ones get to add Blake to their list of perfect book boyfriends.
With 2014 winding down, it’s proven to be pretty epic so far, but I have a feeling 2015 might give it a run for its money.
TRYST releases March 17, 2015 –St. Patrick’s day, and I’m sure I’ll be having a green beer in TRYST’s honor!
DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE GIVEAWAY(s) ...
Pre-order your copy now, and be sure to enter the Kindle Fire giveaway. All you have to do is e-mail your pre-order receipt to oh_alexrosa@icloud.com (more details below). Also, don’t forget to like me on facebook and join my street team! I’ll be doing lots of giveaways of newly designed TRYST swag!
Thanks so much for being awesome. My readers are the best. No seriously, they are. I hope you like this cover as much as I do! I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments
TRYST
Published by: Intermix (Penguin)
Publication date: March 17th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Read the Synopsis & Add it to your TO-BE-READ list:
[ click here ]
PRE ORDER LINKS:
Penguin: http://www.penguin.com/book/tryst-by-...
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iBooks: http://goo.gl/og8fwf
Barns and Noble: http://goo.gl/LXTfgK
Books A Million: http://goo.gl/uLKwAz
READ THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS ONLINE:
Book Country: http://goo.gl/GdyaQx
Wattpad: http://goo.gl/4juXys
EXCERPT:
I realize I’m parched. The large living room opens into the kitchen, where a dark granite island and counters greet me. The kitchen is spotless, with minimal kitchenware—a toaster, coffeemaker, and of course, a stainless steel fridge. I wonder if this place is clean only because they knew I would be arriving. That would be something Josh would do.
I open cabinets, searching for a glass, and on the second attempt, a voice startles me.
“Cups are on the right, near the fridge.”
I turn around, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight. A barely dressed boy—er, man?—stands there, idly watching me.
“Um, thank you.” I grab a glass and fill it with water.
He gives me this all-American-boy grin, seeming to enjoy my obvious discomfort. “No problem. Skyler, isn’t it?”
I take a sip and respond. “Yes. Roommate, I presume?” Getting those words out wasn’t so hard. As I wait for his response, my eyes drag down his tan, toned physique, and I linger a little too long at the V at the edge of his navy blue boxer briefs.
His voice brings me back to his stark forest-colored eyes that complement his dark brown hair. Those eyes are distracting.
“I’ve got a name. Blake. Blake Everett. Nice to meet you.”
Was that a hint of attitude? Without a second thought and no shame, he leans his half-naked body
over and raises his hand to shake mine. I can tell he is enjoying this, and it only makes me more uneasy.
I shake his hand as confidently as possible, and my imbedded manners kick in. “Nice to meet you too, Blake. Thanks for letting me stay here.”
He smirks, and I notice him giving me the once-over. I suddenly wish I wore nicer jeans, rather than this torn-up pair. I don’t like the feeling of being under his judgmental eyes because I nowhere near compare to this Greek god. I run my hands through my curly black hair, and wish I’d brushed it before leaving this morning. He’s so pretty it hurts.
I am aching to hear some sort of response, but I’m not sure he has one because of the delay. I worry that I’m not welcome, but as he opens his mouth to respond, a voice from a bedroom down the hall interrupts. It’s high pitched and squeaky.
“Blaaaaaaake, I’m thirsty. Come love me now!”
I flush crimson, realizing the implications of the whiney girl voice and his attire. If I am not mistaken, he flushes too, but the arrogant smirk remains. Why are his lips so distracting?
He laughs, no doubt over my shocked expression, and then shrugs as if that explains everything.
“You mind if I take this?” he asks. He snatches the glass of water out of my hand, takes a quick sip, and winks at me. With that, he turns on his heels to walk back toward his bedroom, and I hear his door shut.
It has me fuming. What an asshole is the only thought I can muster. That water was mine, not for some floozy he’s bedding. I take a deep breath, annoyed with my body’s hormones and myself.
I hear Josh coming in through the front door, and I try to gather my equilibrium. He appears in the kitchen and utters the same statement that Blake had moments before. “Cups are on the far right next to the fridge.”
I scowl. “I’m aware. Thanks.”
