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Sunday Snippet: 04/13/14

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Fallen Lovers 1: Roman!

Excerpt Rating (PG-13), Tris Convo

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial

ISBN: 9781936751099

Novella

Blurb:

Can a mere woman heal a fallen angel’s wounds?

Author Tristina Deveroux has been dreaming of a man—a tall, dark, sexy man whose nightly visits bring her to a fever pitch. But come morning, she always awakens agitated and unsatisfied—and alone. When her agent suggests a writer’s getaway in Scotland, Tristina can’t resist the chance to gain a little distance, hoping a change of scene will help her escape the dreams…

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Excerpt:

He stilled above her, letting out a guttural cry. The room grew brighter. In awe, Tristina observed wings growing out of his back. Large wings, covered in black and silver feathers. He began to glow with an unearthly light.

When he pulled away, the room began to dim. Sadness weighed in his eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

The room rippled, her vision becoming hazy. “No, don’t go yet. Please, don’t go.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as a loud, blaring sound came out of the distance.

Tristina awoke with a start.

Her body hurt. Groaning, she rolled over and winced. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted. Like all the other nights since the dreams began, she’d felt as if she’d just had sex. She buried her head in her pillow and let out a soft scream.

“This can’t go on.” Reluctantly she got out of bed and showered. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts drifted toward the dream. For the first time in months, she had seen his face. Her body trembled as she remembered the blue of his eyes, his carved jaw, the lips that had been kissing her for so long. She groaned, willing the arousal to stop. He felt so familiar and yet was a stranger to her.

At first she thought she had been going crazy; now she just accepted her dream lover as a figment of her sex-starved imagination. Her legs shook just remembering the ways he took her, with the toys and without. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m losing my mind. He doesn’t exist. No man like that could possibly exist.”

Disappointment set in, making the room seem too big. A chill hung in the air. The shrill ring of her phone jarred her from her thoughts. Reaching over, she picked up the cordless receiver and hit talk. “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone in the morning? What if I were the president or something?”

“Morning, Chell. What’s up?” Tris grabbed her toast, carefully smearing each slice with peanut butter and strawberry jam.

“I’ve booked you for a writer’s vacation. Guess where.”

“The moon?” Tris responded putting one slice on top of the other before taking a bite.

“You are not funny. I booked you a nice little cabin in Scotland.”

“Uh, I’m in deadline hell. I’ve got the final round of edits to get through. I can’t possibly do this.”

“And why not?” Chelley asked indignantly.

“’Cause I’ll want to shop, sightsee, check in with friends. Too much to do. I’ll get frazzled.”

“Tough. I signed you up already. It will be fun. You’ll be all alone with the Scottish countryside for inspiration. You can edit and write.”

“That’s not a vacation,” Tris pointed out.

“That’s why I said a writer’s vacation. Don’t you pay attention? Those dreams you’ve been telling me about have been driving you crazy. Getting out of town with a change of scenery might help you in more ways than one.”

“Okay, fine. When do I leave?” Tris took another bite of her sandwich.

“In a few weeks. You know what to pack. I’ll meet you at your place. I’m emailing you the details right now. Let me know if you don’t get them. My email has been screwing up lately.”

Tris rolled her eyes. “When is it ever running smoothly? Okay, I’ll try to get as much done as possible and pack. Talk to you later.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Also, as your best friend it is my job to find you a man while we’re there.”

“Chell,” Tris whined.

“No complaining. We’re going to find you a man even if it kills me. Tootles.”

Chelley hung up and Tris bowed her head. “I need to buy myself a new best friend.”

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Sunday Snippet: Fallen Lovers: Roman

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Fallen Lovers 1: Roman!  

Excerpt Rating (PG-13), Tris Convo 

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial 

ISBN: 9781936751099 

Novella 

Roman_133x200_72dpiBlurb: 

Can a mere woman heal a fallen angel’s wounds?

Author Tristina Deveroux has been dreaming of a man—a tall, dark, sexy man whose nightly visits bring her to a fever pitch. But come morning, she always awakens agitated and unsatisfied—and alone. When her agent suggests a writer’s getaway in Scotland, Tristina can’t resist the chance to gain a little distance, hoping a change of scene will help her escape the dreams…

 

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Excerpt:

He stilled above her, letting out a guttural cry. The room grew brighter. In awe, Tristina observed wings growing out of his back. Large wings, covered in black and silver feathers. He began to glow with an unearthly light.

When he pulled away, the room began to dim. Sadness weighed in his eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

The room rippled, her vision becoming hazy. “No, don’t go yet. Please, don’t go.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as a loud, blaring sound came out of the distance.

Tristina awoke with a start.

Her body hurt. Groaning, she rolled over and winced. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted. Like all the other nights since the dreams began, she’d felt as if she’d just had sex. She buried her head in her pillow and let out a soft scream.

“This can’t go on.” Reluctantly she got out of bed and showered. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts drifted toward the dream. For the first time in months, she had seen his face. Her body trembled as she remembered the blue of his eyes, his carved jaw, the lips that had been kissing her for so long. She groaned, willing the arousal to stop. He felt so familiar and yet was a stranger to her.

At first she thought she had been going crazy; now she just accepted her dream lover as a figment of her sex-starved imagination. Her legs shook just remembering the ways he took her, with the toys and without. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m losing my mind. He doesn’t exist. No man like that could possibly exist.”

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