Saturday, February 27, 2016

He Died Too Young and Can't Let Her Go #ParanormalRomance #MySexySaturday

"Death is no more than passing from one room into another."

–– HELEN KELLER


Excerpt of the deeply emotional and deliciously decadent erotic paranormal romance, Blurred Lines...


"You're so sad, I don't want you to be sad anymore."

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes despite his words. "How can I not be sad? You were my world."

"That's not true." He kissed her, the touch like a breeze over her lips. "You had it goin' on when I met you, don't you remember? You ignored me because I looked like an uptight lawyer in my suit. You were at that restaurant with all of your artist friends and I couldn't stop staring. You avoided going out with me for a full month, always too busy working. Don't you remember? You never needed me. You wanted me. There's a difference."

She shook her head, unwilling to remember. Hanging onto sorrow had protected her from living without him. She didn't want to remember life pre-Shane...and she didn't want to think about life post-Shane. Limbo felt like a safer place to hide from reality. 

Now she had conjured him up from memory; that had to be the only explanation. She'd taken talking to the void a step further. 

"You can't be real." She touched her fingers to his face even as she said the words.  She shook her head 'no' as her thumb moved along his chin. The energy rippling beneath her fingertips zapped like electrical shocks rather than a solid form. Maybe she had lost her mind, which was the only explanation she could trust. She slid her fingers over his lips with fascination and relaxed against the sofa cushions. Eyes narrowed, she stared at the image above her. She wanted to believe, but her imagination had gotten her into trouble in the past. She whispered, "I see you everywhere."

"I am everywhere." His smile made her heart ache with longing. 

From the back cover...

Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.

Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.

The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living.

Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancé is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's into the gray area of right, wrong, life, death, ghosts, dreams—the part of life where all the lines are blurred. 

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2 comments:

  1. So much emotion in such a short tease. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Very compelling...very nice. Draws you in immediately. Thank you for sharing.

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