Trusting Love
Hey, hey, hey! Let's play! I'm over at Bitten By Books tomorrow, and wow, I can't believe it, but book 4 in my Love's Command Series, Trusting Love, is finally coming out next week -- everywhere. It's over at Totally Bound until then, exclusively for an early download price, but next week....hooray! Everywhere else.
To celebrate, I'm giving away $75.00 Give Card to Amazon! Hooray for that too! Love Amazon. Such great deals and did you know there's an Amazon China? Great news for me. So....if you hop over to Bitten By Books today, you can sign up and earn 25 extra points! Here's the link: http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=77627
And if you're new to my books, Trusting Love is part of my contemporary Navy SEAL bad boys erotic series that has a ton of action in and out of the sheets.... :)
Here's a sneak peek at some of the action between Tazz and Kristen:
“Kristen?” She’d been about to stand up and at his rough whisper, she sat back with a soft ‘oh’ passing her lips and frowned at him. “You know me?” It was too late to take back the name, too late to lie, and he was too damn tired to care. He was shot, sick of hiding and holding back everything for the mission that never seemed to end. There would always be another mission, but there might not be another chance like this. He tried to think of all the reasons not to tell Kristen who he was, but the overwhelming desire to have someone—especially this woman—see him and know who he had been, and wanted to be again, burst through every defence he’d set up to keep his desires down and under control. “It’s Robert, Robert McNeil—““Robert McNeil?” she repeated, saying his name with a Latin flare he remembered. “Robbie?” she murmured, shocking him with a nickname he’d not heard in years. His sister used to follow him around calling out for him using that name. Hearing it from this woman sent a slice of something right to his throat. “How can that be? He’s dead… I mean, you’re supposed to be dead. I know, I mean, I heard—” She frowned harder, looking so adorably caught between surprise and outrage that he might be lying to her, she made him grin. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth settled over him, relaxing the tension in his muscles and easing something deep within his chest.“I don’t understand,” she went on, clearly thrown. She even reached out and to his shock, touched his eyebrow over his left eye where the bones there had had to be reconstructed leaving behind a slight scar through his eyebrow. Her fingers were so gentle he barely felt them, but he didn’t dare breathe for fear of stopping her. She’d always, always stayed back from him, her loyalty to Daniel complete—until she’d divorced the stupid bastard. By then Robert had been unable to get close enough to her to do more than watch her from a distance. “You look different,” she finally said and dropped her hand to her side. “Yeah, a couple of surgeries saved my life, but they also ruined my good looks,” he joked, for some damn reason. “Oh.” She sat back and stared at him as if she could see beyond the damage he’d lived through to the man he used to be. He wondered what she saw. His jaw had needed wiring and realigning. The new line of it always caught him off guard when he looked at himself in the mirror. That, and the damage to his nose and left eye, which now was more gray than blue, made him appear like a different man. He’d felt like one too. The drugs, the changes forced on him by the serum and the new looks had made dying a piece of cake since he didn’t feel like Robert McNeil when he’d gotten up from his hospital bed. Staring at Kristen he realized he felt like himself again. Like he could actually be that man he’d been, before life went to hell. Does she recognize me under all the changes?Whatever she thought, she took her time thinking it. He almost squirmed under her dark-eyed stare and caught himself wanting to say something, anything to fill the silence. The only thing that stopped him was what to say. He had too many regrets to even know where to begin. She exhaled heavily and still looking at him oddly, she finally shook her head in disbelief, saving him from having to start his apologies. He’d have to make amends, though, sooner or later, he’d have to tell her how much he’d let her down. When he did, she might never gaze at him with that banked interest he’d recognized in her eyes all those years ago. Or the simmering passion he knew lurked beneath her surface. “I can’t believe it’s you. First of all I heard—everyone heard you had been…““Killed,” he supplied when she couldn’t seem to. “Didn’t happen. They just made a newer model of me, don’t you think?” She huffed at that and brushed a long tendril of silky hair off her cheek and behind her ear. “Well, the Robert I knew never fished for compliments, either.”
Hugs!
Billi Jean
To celebrate, I'm giving away $75.00 Give Card to Amazon! Hooray for that too! Love Amazon. Such great deals and did you know there's an Amazon China? Great news for me. So....if you hop over to Bitten By Books today, you can sign up and earn 25 extra points! Here's the link: http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=77627
And if you're new to my books, Trusting Love is part of my contemporary Navy SEAL bad boys erotic series that has a ton of action in and out of the sheets.... :)
Here's a sneak peek at some of the action between Tazz and Kristen:
“Kristen?” She’d been about to stand up and at his rough whisper, she sat back with a soft ‘oh’ passing her lips and frowned at him. “You know me?” It was too late to take back the name, too late to lie, and he was too damn tired to care. He was shot, sick of hiding and holding back everything for the mission that never seemed to end. There would always be another mission, but there might not be another chance like this. He tried to think of all the reasons not to tell Kristen who he was, but the overwhelming desire to have someone—especially this woman—see him and know who he had been, and wanted to be again, burst through every defence he’d set up to keep his desires down and under control. “It’s Robert, Robert McNeil—““Robert McNeil?” she repeated, saying his name with a Latin flare he remembered. “Robbie?” she murmured, shocking him with a nickname he’d not heard in years. His sister used to follow him around calling out for him using that name. Hearing it from this woman sent a slice of something right to his throat. “How can that be? He’s dead… I mean, you’re supposed to be dead. I know, I mean, I heard—” She frowned harder, looking so adorably caught between surprise and outrage that he might be lying to her, she made him grin. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth settled over him, relaxing the tension in his muscles and easing something deep within his chest.“I don’t understand,” she went on, clearly thrown. She even reached out and to his shock, touched his eyebrow over his left eye where the bones there had had to be reconstructed leaving behind a slight scar through his eyebrow. Her fingers were so gentle he barely felt them, but he didn’t dare breathe for fear of stopping her. She’d always, always stayed back from him, her loyalty to Daniel complete—until she’d divorced the stupid bastard. By then Robert had been unable to get close enough to her to do more than watch her from a distance. “You look different,” she finally said and dropped her hand to her side. “Yeah, a couple of surgeries saved my life, but they also ruined my good looks,” he joked, for some damn reason. “Oh.” She sat back and stared at him as if she could see beyond the damage he’d lived through to the man he used to be. He wondered what she saw. His jaw had needed wiring and realigning. The new line of it always caught him off guard when he looked at himself in the mirror. That, and the damage to his nose and left eye, which now was more gray than blue, made him appear like a different man. He’d felt like one too. The drugs, the changes forced on him by the serum and the new looks had made dying a piece of cake since he didn’t feel like Robert McNeil when he’d gotten up from his hospital bed. Staring at Kristen he realized he felt like himself again. Like he could actually be that man he’d been, before life went to hell. Does she recognize me under all the changes?Whatever she thought, she took her time thinking it. He almost squirmed under her dark-eyed stare and caught himself wanting to say something, anything to fill the silence. The only thing that stopped him was what to say. He had too many regrets to even know where to begin. She exhaled heavily and still looking at him oddly, she finally shook her head in disbelief, saving him from having to start his apologies. He’d have to make amends, though, sooner or later, he’d have to tell her how much he’d let her down. When he did, she might never gaze at him with that banked interest he’d recognized in her eyes all those years ago. Or the simmering passion he knew lurked beneath her surface. “I can’t believe it’s you. First of all I heard—everyone heard you had been…““Killed,” he supplied when she couldn’t seem to. “Didn’t happen. They just made a newer model of me, don’t you think?” She huffed at that and brushed a long tendril of silky hair off her cheek and behind her ear. “Well, the Robert I knew never fished for compliments, either.”
Hugs!
Billi Jean
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