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BREAKING THE HABIT
HAUTBOY #2
Author: Anne Berkeley
Publication date: April 21st 2015 Genre: Contemporary Romance Synopsis: Barely escaping her marriage alive, Emelia Cipollini has resolved to live a quiet life in the countryside, but fate has other plans. With her ex out of prison, the loss of her job, and a heartbreaking rejection, all arrows point toward a new beginning in Seattle with best friend, Cooper Hale. |
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I'm a full time cubicle dweller, wife and mother of two beautiful children. I do all things creative. Photoshop, photography, scrapbooking, decorating, barbering, and I would like to think...writing.
I dream up most of my material during my seventy-five minute commute to work. Some of it comes to fruition and other times it's edited out again. But I hope that what made the cut is worthy of note.
I write paranormal romance novels for adults. No not erotica. Though there are some steamy scenes. I'm working on several novels at the present. Yes, more than one. I jump back and forth as my mood dictates. It's the way I work best. Tempestuous, my first novel, released in 2012, Torrid in 2013 and Feral, the first of a new series in 2013. I'm working to complete Turbulent (Third and final novel for the Tempestuous series), a second novel for the Feral series, and two standalone novels.
I dream up most of my material during my seventy-five minute commute to work. Some of it comes to fruition and other times it's edited out again. But I hope that what made the cut is worthy of note.
I write paranormal romance novels for adults. No not erotica. Though there are some steamy scenes. I'm working on several novels at the present. Yes, more than one. I jump back and forth as my mood dictates. It's the way I work best. Tempestuous, my first novel, released in 2012, Torrid in 2013 and Feral, the first of a new series in 2013. I'm working to complete Turbulent (Third and final novel for the Tempestuous series), a second novel for the Feral series, and two standalone novels.
EXCERPT
“It’s fine, Emelia,” said Shane, reaching past me for the knob. Contrariwise, I thought he was pilfering another kiss. I met his lips halfway. No matter how guilty I felt, I shouldn’t have done it. Nothing changed. I still had ties binding me to area. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t abandon my daughter, couldn’t forget her.
Nonetheless, I leaned into him, my hands resting against his chest. A shock of desire raced through my veins. It felt like flames were devouring every inch of me, centering between my thighs. It had been years since I’d been this close to a man, and I’d forgotten all the aspects of their masculinity. The scent of their cologne, the chafe of stubble, the hardness of their bodies, it all acted as fuel to the fire blazing inside of me.
Reaching down, Shane lifted my legs over his hips, slipping between my thighs. My ankles crossed behind his back, pulling him fully against me. He leveraged my weight against the house, rolled his hips, pressing himself against my core. I moaned when he reached the apex, and mirrored his movement, pivoting my hips so that I could extort the most pleasure from his touch.
Lost as I was to this heady sensation, when I heard a sharp rap on the door behind me, followed by Carter Strickland’s jarring voice, I nearly jumped out of my skin. “For a recluse, you sure are demanding a lot of attention.”
“Fuck off,” Shane grumbled, though he made no move to put me down. I was fairly sure he was using me to hide his raging hard on at this point.
“I will as soon as you get off the fucking door bell, dick wad.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Carter gesture behind me. “Thing’s been ringing like we’re St Paul’s Cathedral.”
With only the storm door barring us from the inside, I could hear the repetitive peal of bells. The air left my lungs in a fit of humiliation. “Merda.” I quickly dismounted Shane and fixed my clothes. Carter watched with unreserved amusement.
Nonetheless, I leaned into him, my hands resting against his chest. A shock of desire raced through my veins. It felt like flames were devouring every inch of me, centering between my thighs. It had been years since I’d been this close to a man, and I’d forgotten all the aspects of their masculinity. The scent of their cologne, the chafe of stubble, the hardness of their bodies, it all acted as fuel to the fire blazing inside of me.
Reaching down, Shane lifted my legs over his hips, slipping between my thighs. My ankles crossed behind his back, pulling him fully against me. He leveraged my weight against the house, rolled his hips, pressing himself against my core. I moaned when he reached the apex, and mirrored his movement, pivoting my hips so that I could extort the most pleasure from his touch.
Lost as I was to this heady sensation, when I heard a sharp rap on the door behind me, followed by Carter Strickland’s jarring voice, I nearly jumped out of my skin. “For a recluse, you sure are demanding a lot of attention.”
“Fuck off,” Shane grumbled, though he made no move to put me down. I was fairly sure he was using me to hide his raging hard on at this point.
“I will as soon as you get off the fucking door bell, dick wad.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Carter gesture behind me. “Thing’s been ringing like we’re St Paul’s Cathedral.”
With only the storm door barring us from the inside, I could hear the repetitive peal of bells. The air left my lungs in a fit of humiliation. “Merda.” I quickly dismounted Shane and fixed my clothes. Carter watched with unreserved amusement.
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OVER ME HAUTBOY #1 On the run from an abusive relationship, Cooper Hale has gone to great lengths to protect her son. That includes giving up her dreams of a music career for a life of anonymity.
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