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Expected publication: May 5th 2014 by Revolution Publishing, Inc.
Stalked by her abusive ex-fiancé, Rae Zachery retaliates by singing karaoke and spilling all their dirty secrets to the entire bar. When her ex attempts to silence her brazen performance, sexy, leather-clad Parker comes to her rescue and soundly punches her ex in the face. As valiant as that may be, Rae finds Parker’s violent assistance unsettling, yet she can’t help but be drawn to him and his tragic past.
Fighting her attraction for Parker is a battle Rae can’t win, and soon their night of sharing secrets morphs into an undeniable bond. But fate won’t so easily relinquish her grip on their happily-ever-after. Instead of blissfully skipping into obscurity, Rae and Parker are subjected to her ex-fiancé’s vicious proclivities. Who knew love could hurt so good?
Excerpt
Parker leans forward, crooking a finger for me to do the same. I glance around the bar to see my friends mimicking sexual acts while gesturing toward us. I glare at them before returning my gaze to Parker.
I lean in, eyebrows high in question. “Yes?”
He brings his lips to my ear, his hot breath fanning over my skin and giving me chill bumps all the way down to my toes. Damn him. “I want you,” he whispers.
He lingers at my ear, the scent of leather and sandalwood wafting off his skin. When he sits back, he’s not smirking or giving me cocky, knowing eyes like I’m expecting. Instead, he continues to watch for my reaction with those penetratingly dark eyes.
All my nerves fire at once—or that’s what it feels like—and I scramble to my feet. My knees hit the bottom of the table, and our drinks tumble over. I tangle with the chair and am about to fall onto the disgustingly sticky floor when strong hands reach over the table and grab my upper arms, holding me steady as my chair crashes to the ground.
My face is on fire as those closest turn to witness my idiocy, many of them cheering what they think is drunken discombobulation. I would bow for my audience, but Parker’s hands are still on me. He smiles as I shake him off.
“Thanks for the save, but—”
“That’s twice now,” he cuts in, sauntering to my side of the table. “I think that earns me at least two songs worth of dancing. Plus, you spilled my drink. Make it three.”
Every fiber of my being is telling me to run from this man as I picture him punching Ian, most likely breaking his nose. As satisfying as it was to see Ian be the victim, it didn't stop the memory flashes of Ian’s own hands gripping me too hard. But Parker might be different, and I tell myself it’s just the fear talking. He could be the friendly, defender-of-women, heart-of-gold type of biker for all I know. “What the hell. I need a little adventure in my life,” I finally say. “But I’m not buying you another beer.”
He grins and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body. Not at all expecting this, I lose a shoe and clutch his shoulders to prevent my bare foot from touching the floor.
“What are you doing?” I ask, clenching his shirt for support.
“Dancing.” He lifts me off the ground and drags me onto the dance floor, leaving behind my death trap of a shoe.
“But— My shoe.”
“Your friend will make sure no one steals it.” He spins me around to where Cherry is waving my shoe at me, a stupid smirk spread across her face.
I’m going to hide all her mirrors for doing this to me.
“Don’t drop me,” I order, clinging to Parker like a skirt to pantyhose.
“Oh, don’t you worry, darlin’. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
“Stupid southern drawl,” I mutter under my breath.
It’s been so long since anyone has held me like this: fierce and determined, strong yet gentle. Even though we aren’t paired together like the grinding dancers around us, it feels right. My insides go all swoopy, and I stare up into his handsomely chiseled face, my arms encircling his neck.
Wait. What? No, no, no. He’s a big, ex-fiancé punching, leather-wearing biker who probably has a mermaid tattooed somewhere on his body. Or a naked woman riding a dragon. It’s not my fault I've been sexless for six, long, dreadfully dry months. But, dammit, my body feels so perfectly right against his.
It’s the alcohol, I tell myself. Except I’m not drunk or even remotely tipsy.
“Quit arguing with yourself,” Parker says, twirling me around like we’re at some dance show competition.
“Huh?” I respond stupidly.
“You've got this endearing little pucker between your eyes, and you've been staring at my throat.” He chuckles. “It’s actually quite adorable.”
“Oh.” I quickly school my face.
“First impressions are important—I realize that—but I’m hoping you’ll give me another chance.”
“Isn't that what this little dance is?” I ask, forcing myself to look past his good looks. But those dark eyes don’t seem cruel, and his hands don’t feel aggressive. And the leather.
Dammit. Focus.
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Laura Kreitzer is a best-selling fantasy and science fiction author who hails from western Kentucky. Her full-time 9-5 job used to be working in a lab devoted to water dye-tracing investigations at Western Kentucky University, though her passion was always writing. After seven years of dedicating her life to the environment, she made the tough decision to leave the university to pursue her writing career. Now Laura has two series and eight novels published, with several more in the works.
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