📙SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT + EXCERPT REVEAL

Hart De Lune are back! And we're beyond excited to finally share with you !!!
Meet the Broderick siblings in this brand new, thrilling Romantic Suspense series.
Four books. Four drama-laden love stories.
Families are complicated, especially when they're built on scandals, secrets and lies.

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The Muse, Book 1 - https://mybook.to/TheMuse
The Lawyer, Book 2 - https://mybook.to/TheLawyer
The Writer, Book 3 - https://mybook.to/TheWriter
The Fallen, Book 4 - https://mybook.to/TheFallenHDL

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😍 Excerpt from The Muse
“You’re an arrogant bastard, Scott Foxton,” she shouts, struggling in my hold. "They did not throw me out!"

She twists and turns her body as if she’s still on stage, ire and temper getting her nowhere against my size. All it does is wind up parts of me I’m desperately trying to ignore, as does the feeling of her being so close. Eyes—blue. Deep blue with tiny pinpricks of a pupil. Lips—soft, blush pink. Fine hair sweeps across my skin, the slight smell of lemons coming with it, as the feel of her transfers even more imagery, even more thoughts that I should not be thinking.

I let go and back away before this turns into something it shouldn’t, pointing at the door in the same breath. “I suggest you take the opportunity to leave, Ms Castlewood. My patience is wearing thin, you’re winding me up, and rough foreplay isn’t something I mind in the slightest.”

Everything about her face, all the anger and venom morphs into surprise. It’s then that I realise what I’ve just said. Christ. Young enough to be my daughter and I’m talking dirty?

“Leave,” snarls out of me.

It’s all I’ve got. I’m not apologising for it or the review. And if she gives me any more time to not think about what I’m doing here, this is going to turn very dirty extremely quickly.

Thankfully, after a minute’s worth of those soft lips and her panting breath teasing me some more, she gathers her cardigan slowly and heads for the still open door. Not another word. No look back either.

Good.

The Muse - 10th May 2021