Saturday, March 18, 2017

#SexySnippets from A Vampire's Tale

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Enjoy this sexy snippet from my paranormal romance novel A Vampire's Tale available for pre-sale now, release date March 22.


Marisa overanalyzes... everything... Corgan can see this becoming a problem. Can he take her breath (and her thoughts) away?


Yeah.

He brushed his lips against hers, and all thought flew out of her mind.

Now that's more like it.

Shut up and kiss me, Corgan.

Sitting there in the parking lot, he did just that. Ran his hands through her hair, tilted her head back, and claimed her mouth. Kissed her until her lips were swollen.


***** Want to read more? *****


A Vampire's Tale

The best laid plans...

Marisa Clements was never satisfied writing the ‘gossip column’ in the local paper and she quit her job to follow her dream of writing fiction. Floundering in an unforgiving industry, she wrote about vampires, a popular subject she considered fascinating but as real as unicorns, to pay the rent.


Corgan was tired of human misconceptions about vampires and ‘living’ as a vampire. He planned to tell Marisa his story and end his existence. It was no coincidence Corgan selected Marisa to write his story. With the ability to see the future, he knew she would be a major part of it. He knew if they met, she would help him die, but in doing so, she’d be doomed to the same fate. Once they met, their futures would be irrevocably intertwined.


Corgan began to care for Marisa and finally revealed the truth to her. He admitted his quest to atone for his past sins had put her in grave danger from a nest of revenge seeking vampires. Corgan must claim her for her own protection. But claiming her is not enough, he must ask for help from his wizard friends and his maker in order to destroy his enemy or Marisa will never be safe.


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My tour with Goddess Fish Promotions also kicks-off on March 22, running for 8 weeks.

I'm making 14 blog stops, featuring an assortment of author interviews, guest posts, and book reviews. And, I heard there was a rafflecopter too... $25 gift card for Amazon or Barnes & Noble...

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Here's The Line-Up

March 22: Fabulous and Brunette
March 29: Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Reviews
April 5: Up 'Til Dawn Book Blog
April 12: The Avid Reader
April 12: Aly's Miscellany
April 19: Book Lover Promo
April 19: Lorana Hoopes
April 26: Lisa Haselton's Reviews and Interviews
April 26: Two Ends of the Pen
May 3: The Kronicles of Korthlundia: A Window into Fantasy
May 3: Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books!
May 10: Megan Morgan
May 10: The Romantic Fanatic
May 10: Natural Bri



Friday, March 10, 2017

Promo for Claiming His Human by @mamaD8


Thank you so much for hosting my new release on your blog today. J 

Claiming his Human is book 6 in The Projects series, and readers will meet many a familiar face from the previous books.

Don’t worry, though, you do not have to read the previous books in the series, unless you’d like to, of course.

*smiles*


Darius knows Holly is his from the first whiff of her scent in the air. Holly needs some convincing… especially when she finds out that the man she’s been lusting after turns into a huge grizzly bear.




Shifters defend their mates to the death...

Bear shifter Darius Longton never expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the truth. This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.

Too bad she’s human and far too fragile for his volatile bear.

Holly Trent cannot understand the instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.

But when a customer gets heavy with her, everything changes. Darius’s defense of her places them both in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into shifter council politics, it falls to Holly to save her mate.

Available from: Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK Bookstrand

Excerpt:
Darius’s eyes flashed from golden to brown and back again, and she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze.
“Holly, what are you doing?” he asked. The gravelly timbre of his voice shot straight to every one of her erogenous zones, not least because his scent increased and wrapped her into a cocoon of his earthy, spicy presence.
“I don’t know. I just want … please … I need.”
A hiss escaped him when she lowered herself back down on his lap and ground her by now sodden crotch over his cock.
Another one of those earth-shattering deep rumbles came from the man she was dry humping like some sort of wanton hussy, and in the next instant, his large fingers dug into her hips with enough force to leave bruises. Shivers of apprehension, or excitement, she wasn’t sure which raced down her spine.
Darius lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Their breaths mingled, and the world stood still, as she waited for him to move, to do something, anything.
She couldn’t get her voice to work past the huge lump of emotion which clogged up her throat, so she simply breached the distance between them and pressed her lips against his. His groan rumbled through her, and then he took charge of the kiss. Just like before, their surroundings faded into the background, as he deepened the kiss, and she gave herself up to the myriad of sensations that immediately assaulted her. With his hands firmly clamped around her hips, she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but tug at the strands of his hair which had come loose from his ponytail. The action seemed to incite his bear, because he broke the kiss, and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, Holly, you better be sure, because all I want to do is push those panties away and bury myself deep inside your sweet cunt until you have no doubt who you belong to.”
He yanked her up slightly while he traced one hand along her hip until he could cup her pussy.
“So fucking wet for me, little one.”
Incapable of uttering anything but incoherent moans, Holly rubbed herself against that hand.
“Oh, yeah, I can smell your need. Tell me this pussy is mine. Ask me for my cock. I need to hear you say the words, my sweet.”
His voice, full of heated promise, didn’t sound like him at all, more animal than human, and she responded to the almost desperate tones in kind.
“Just fuck me already, will you?”
A sharp tug on her hair brought tears to her eyes, and she whined her disappointment when he pulled back to study her. Try as she might she couldn’t close the distance between them.
“Ask me nicely, girl, or I’ll stop this instant.”
Holly’s flippant reply stuck in her throat when she properly looked at him because the determination edged in his hungry features told their own story. He meant what he’d said, and despite the massive erection tenting his suit trousers, which must cost him dearly, he would get up and leave her wanting. His thighs flexed under hers, and Holly swallowed hard when he released his grip on her hair and grasped her wrists instead. She was no match for his superior strength, even if she had tried to resist him, as he slowly pulled her hands away from him, and pinned them behind her back. The action thrust her breasts out at him, and her breathing sped up when his gaze slowly dipped lower until it rested on her straining cleavage. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her lacy bra, hard little beacons of lust pointing straight at Darius, positively begging for his attention. Darius transferred both her wrists into one of his large hands and then slowly brought his free hand into view. His knuckles skimmed across the hypersensitive tips of her nipples, and Holly whimpered her need.
A wicked grin flashed across his features, and he repeated the action several times until Holly was pretty sure she would self-combust if he didn’t do something else. Incomprehensible sounds spilled from her lips, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his large, tanned hand against her pale flesh.
“Hmm, so beautifully responsive, my sweet. I bet you could come from this alone.”
Holly gasped in fascination as one of his fingernails formed into a wicked-looking claw, and he used that lethally sharp appendage to run ever tightening circles around first one nipple and then the other until Holly thought she would scream. When he added another claw to lightly score her skin the pleasure pain acted like a livewire of electricity connected her clit to her boobs.
Her hips took on a life of their own, and her pussy muscles clenched and released desperate for his cock to fill her.
“Please, I need to … please, Sir, I want your cock.”
The words were out of her mouth before her brain had even cottoned on to what she was saying. Darius stilled, his eyes flashed fire at her, and for the first time since she’d initiated this, a trickle of fear snaked up her spine. Not enough for her to put a stop to this, whatever this insanity which seemed to hold her in its grip would amount to, but enough to make her already far too fast heartbeat turn into a sledgehammer inside her chest.
Her vision dimmed, and all reasoning fled her brain in a puff of smoke because Darius looked more animal than human. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive, and before she could even fathom his intention, her hands were free. The audible rip of her knickers giving way, as he tore them off her sounded far too loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers slipped inside her pussy and she groaned in need. Her head fell forward on his shoulders, even as she instinctively spread her thighs wider apart to give his questing digits better access.
“You’re so fucking wet, my sweet. Come for me, baby.”


About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

Stalk her in these places


Friday, February 24, 2017

A Vampire's Tale... coming soon...


Presale continues... Release date is scheduled for March 22... Between now and then (and even before now), lots of exciting happenings... A review... Blog visits... Interviews...

Reviews:
Jennly Reads

Blog Visits:
Doris O'Connor on February 6, 2017
Cherie Nicholls on February 8, 2017
Summerita Rhayne on February 8, 2017
Raven McAllan on February 9, 2017
INDIE SPOTLIGHT with Ricki Wilson on February 9, 2017


Interviews: Interview with Red River Radio on February 22, 2017.
Interview with Night Owl Reviews on February 22, 2017.



This past Wednesday (February 22), in conjunction with Tirgearr Publishing's birthday, I had the distinct honor of visiting with Dellani Oakes, host of What's Write for Me, and Kemberlee Shortland, author and CEO, Tirgearr Publishing on Red River Radio.

I've been fortunate to participate in many written author interviews. This was my first radio interview.  Ever. I was nervous, of course, the butterflies kept me from getting overconfident, which is just as bad as becoming a complete wreck. With much encouragement (and a list of sample questions to help me prepare), I was all set. My slotted time was from 4:15 to 4:35 and I waited on the call, silently, listening for my introduction. The conversation went smoothly... I even answered a few questions on the fly... read my excerpt... and the twenty minutes were over before I knew it. I think it went really well...

If you missed it live... it's not too late...

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2017/02/22/red-river-radio-presents-whats-write-for-me-tirgearr-birthday-bash

Next up... ads with BookScream, Free Kindle Books and Tips, and eBook Soda.

Next up... blog visits with Celtic Lady's Reviews, Virginia Lee, and Abbey MacMunn.

Starting March 22... a virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions...


With more to come...

Saturday, February 11, 2017

#SexySnippets from A Vampire's Tale

Enjoy this sexy snippet from my soon-to-be-released paranormal romance novel A Vampire's Tale... Last week, my heroine Marisa admitted her feelings to my hero Corgan. How does he feel about her?


“Thank you for having me.”

He threw her a sly smile. “Anytime. You are quite delicious… to look at.”

Blushing at his words, she brushed her hair away from her neck, and thought about his bite.

Across the table, she noticed his eyes changing color. He gripped the edge of the tablecloth, his knuckles turning white, looking like he was about to barrel over.

Think of something else, love.

Excerpt From: Maya Tyler. “A Vampire's Tale.”


The best laid plans...

Marisa Clements was never satisfied writing the ‘gossip column’ in the local paper and she quit her job to follow her dream of writing fiction. Floundering in an unforgiving industry, she wrote about vampires, a popular subject she considered fascinating but as real as unicorns, to pay the rent.

Corgan was tired of human misconceptions about vampires and ‘living’ as a vampire. He planned to tell Marisa his story and end his existence. It was no coincidence Corgan selected Marisa to write his story. With the ability to see the future, he knew she would be a major part of it. He knew if they met, she would help him die, but in doing so, she’d be doomed to the same fate. Once they met, their futures would be irrevocably intertwined.

Corgan began to care for Marisa and finally revealed the truth to her. He admitted his quest to atone for his past sins had put her in grave danger from a nest of revenge seeking vampires. Corgan must claim her for her own protection. But claiming her is not enough, he must ask for help from his wizard friends and his maker in order to destroy his enemy or Marisa will never be safe.


Pre-sale is on now....

Friday, February 10, 2017

Just For Tonight by @mayatylerauthor

Excerpt from With Love from Val and Tyne Anthology


Laurie Ryan was absentmindedly fixing dinner for her ten year old twin brothers when the doorbell rang. Terry, who was older by six minutes, ran to open it. From the kitchen she could hear Terry greet Jeff Cannon, her best friend, and also the lawyer for her father’s estate. They trusted me enough to leave me the boys but not enough to let me control their finances , Laurie thought somewhat bitterly. She loved her half-brothers and was grateful that her irresponsible father and his wife had thought to provide for the boys, but their deaths two years ago had wreaked havoc on her life. She’d had to leave college, return to her hometown and assume responsibility for the two rambunctious little boys. She was grateful Jeff had helped her get an administrative position at his father’s law firm where he now worked. It was difficult to find a job without completing her degree and she needed the income to supplement the monthly allowance they received from the estate.

“It’s Uncle Jeff!” Terry announced as he bounded into the kitchen with Jeff following. Laurie’s face flushed slightly and her breath caught in her throat when she saw her friend. She carelessly brushed off her reaction. She had known him since they were in diapers. He was just a friend. It was just instinct responding to a handsome man—that and the heat in the kitchen. She was a terrible cook and had been leaning over the hot stove in a futile attempt to put something edible on the table tonight.

“Hey Lulu,” Jeff greeted her with a cheeky grin, using her brothers’ long-time nickname. “I have your check. And this,” he handed her a long white box, “was sitting on your front step when I got here.”

Laurie took the package curiously. She wasn’t expecting anything and especially not from the posh dress shop, Le Plumage. “There must be some mistake.”

“Just open it,” Jeff suggested.

Laurie lifted the lid off the box and found a sparkly sapphire blue dress and an elaborate mask nestled in a bed of white tissue paper.

“There’s a note,” Jeff commented as he peered into the box over her shoulder.

Laurie opened the note and silently read, “You are cordially invited to the Valentine’s Day Masked Ball” noting the time and location of the ball.

“Are you going, Lulu?” Gerry asked. Laurie had been so engrossed she hadn’t noticed Gerry enter the room.

“I can’t.” Laurie shook her head reluctantly.

“Don’t worry about us,” Terry piped up. “Mrs. Johnson can come over.”

“It would be crazy to go. I don’t even know who sent the invitation.” Laurie glanced back at the dress and felt compelled to try it on. “Maybe I could just try it on,” she murmured as she wistfully fingered the delicate material.

*** 
“This is crazy,” she muttered to herself when, a few days later on Valentine’s Day, she found herself wearing the beautiful gown, spinning in front of the mirror, feeling a little like Cinderella getting ready for the ball. A slender spaghetti strap rested on her left shoulder, leaving the other bare. The dress had a tightly fitted bodice, leaving little to the imagination of the curves hidden underneath. The skirt fell straight with a short train. When she first put it on, a wave of calm washed over her and now she surged with confidence.

“Are you ready yet?” Terry called up the stairs. Laurie glanced once more in the mirror before picking up the mask and her evening purse. Her little brothers stood in the foyer wearing identical mischievous grins. Most people couldn’t even tell the twins apart, but to her their personalities were a dead giveaway.

“Have fun,” Laurie’s neighbor Mrs. Johnson called from the living room.

Terry and Gerry nodded, enthusiastically echoing the sentiment.

Laurie left the house but, even though her social life had been significantly stilted since the boys came to live with her, she took a boatload of guilt with her at leaving them for the evening.

***  
She stood outside the impressive hotel on a luxurious red carpet as the valet drove her car away. The train of her dress curled dramatically at her feet and she assessed her surroundings through the limited view behind the mask.

“Bon soir,” a man greeted her with a thick French accent. He had brown hair and was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo.

“Are you..?”

“Oui,” he answered simply before leading her into the hotel and straight to the grand ballroom where couples swirled around the dance floor to a live swing band. Wordlessly the French stranger took her into his arms. Her pulse throbbed and her breath caught as she was swept away in a tirade of emotions, none of which she could define. He seemed so familiar, yet she couldn’t tell his identity from behind the mask. She was fully aware of him and excitement radiated from her body just from being close to him. He pressed intimately against her, his spicy cologne teasing her senses. It had been so long since she had been held and even longer since she had been loved. She could feel the strength in his arms; there was no escaping his embrace, even if she wanted to. But she was happy to stay in his arms, she noted as his soft caresses stirred a much denied longing. Soon tension coiled low in her belly and being held simply wasn’t enough.

After what seemed like hours of dancing, the stranger finally led her away from the dance floor. Her pulse raced as she instinctively knew he was taking her to a room upstairs and she responsively shivered in delight. She didn’t know him but her body was humming with desire and being with a stranger was her ultimate secret fantasy. With her life the way it was now, she only had one chance, so just for tonight she would let reality go and live out her fantasy. No second thoughts.

Following the stranger into the room, Laurie turned seductively and reached out to remove his mask. He subtly shook his head. Even better, she thought with a thrill, no names, no faces, just mutual satisfaction. Covered in goose bumps, her body continued to hum, the anticipation heightening her desire. She boldly unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, leaving her in a black satin chemise with garters.

For a split second she thought she saw doubt flit over the exposed features of her mystery man. But she was too far gone to care now. She advanced predatorily on him. He might have gulped but his sudden turnaround only spurred her desire. She had never been the pursuer before and she reveled in the feeling as he backed up toward the bed and abruptly sat down. Feeling like everything she had ever wanted was within her reach, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

The moment their lips met, Laurie felt like she had exploded. Need pulsed throughout her body, causing wetness and an uncontrollable throbbing between her legs. She slipped onto his lap and ground herself wantonly to ease the throb. It had been too long for her and she felt desperate for his touch on her skin.

Changing his wooden response to a more ardent one, he cupped her ass firmly as she rubbed against him. Moaning loudly, Laurie felt her body shiver and quake as she was hit with an orgasm. She still felt needy and whimpered pathetically for more satisfaction.

When he moved away from her, she begged, “Please.” He smiled secretively in response before he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Laurie’s mouth dropped as she openly ogled his muscular chest. She wanted to touch him but her fingers didn’t get the message. All she could do was stare admiringly as he slowly and methodically undressed. Her body screamed for satisfaction and she could tell she wasn’t hiding her reaction very well. She was panting and a thin sheen of perspiration had formed on her forehead.

With a cocky smile, he pushed her back on the bed and confidently advanced on her, deftly removing her black thong and dipping to lick the sweet juices from her earlier pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as she gripped the bedcovers. When she didn’t think she could take it anymore, she was nearly hyperventilating from all the panting; he gave her one last purposeful lick and crawled up her body slowly. His rough body hair scratched her smooth skin provocatively until they were face to face. Tenderly cupping her face, he leaned in slowly for a kiss. Laurie could taste herself on his lips and found it oddly erotic. Opening her legs to him, he accepted her invitation and gently thrust inside her.

“Oh Lulu,” he moaned, all traces of a French accent gone.

If you enjoyed this story, you may like my novella Dream Hunter (available now http://www.mayatylerauthor.com/dream-hunter.html) or my novel A Vampire's Tale (coming soon http://www.mayatylerauthor.com/a-vampires-tale.html)

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

#CoverReveal His Christmas Delight by @summeritarhayne

His Christmas Delight by Summerita Rhayne


Blurb:
Caught by Santa!
For Myra, Christmas means supporting her friends. They rallied round getting her back on her feet after she lost Pete, her husband, so she's always ready to help any of them. No matter to what lengths the challenge makes her go. Only she didn't expect to find Santa almost catching her in her wrongdoings. Then she finds that the handsome Santa is Jay, her old high school friend. Now he's changed from a gangly geek to an attractive stranger. After missing out on the dating scene for a long time after losing Pete, she feels the first stirring of desire. But Jay is playing hot and cold, refusing to admit the attraction sizzling between them.

He’s back in Goa just for Christmas
Jay knew Myra as his best friend's girl. Now Pete is gone, but Jay is finding difficult to let go of the scars he picked up in Coast Guard service. He’s home only to help revive his brother’s toy shop. When he finds himself making excuses to stay, he knows he’s crossing the limits he’d set himself. What’s the purpose in taking this further when he knows he cannot be the one to give her the happiness she deserves?  But no matter how hard he tries, the scorching flames of wanting only seem to get stronger. How can he keep on denying the attraction between them when she insists on coming close?


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Read free chapters at Wattpad

Excerpt:
‘It isn’t what you think. I didn’t refuse because of Pete. His memory is precious and it would be with me always. But I’m not hanging on to the past.’ He paused. 
It went on so long she began to think she’d offended him in some way.
‘Maybe I am,’ he said slowly. ‘I meant it when I said we weren’t friends. We never were on my side. Because I’m hanging on to your memory, Myra. The memory of your lips on mine.’ 
Her heart stopped then began to beat fast.
‘A good kiss is like a lovely ice cream flavor. Once tasted, never forgotten,’ he said. ‘I never forgot that kiss, sweetheart. Because it was with my first crush.’ He smiled crookedly.
‘Jay...’
‘One grows out of a crush, they say. Maybe I did for a while. But then I saw you in Kochi and it started all over again. I couldn’t risk betraying myself so I wouldn’t come home.’
‘Oh Jay. I didn’t know.’
‘How could you? I was taking care you didn’t. That seemed to be a good enough reason to stay away. But now I realize I shouldn’t have. I should have come back...should’ve shared your grief with you. But all I could selfishly focus on was my feelings. After the trauma I was too raw. Stressed. They said, it was normal. It would pass. But it didn’t. It took me quite a while to get myself together. Even then I wasn’t cured.’ 
‘Oh Jay, you’ve been so stubborn. I could have helped you. You could have let me know.’ 
He smiled again. A whimsical one. Too stubborn. She saw he would never have admitted the illness that must have seemed to him like a failing. That was how most men thought of being ill. She had seen it with her father. Her brother. Even Pete.
 ‘I’m fine. But there are spells sometimes…’ She could see the effort it cost him to admit that.
‘What I’m trying to say, Myra, is this. I can’t go for anything steady with you. My life isn’t what it should be...what a man has who wants to offer commitment to a woman and to you I would have liked to offer that. With you, it would have to be the works. I don’t know if I can go for it. And, after what happened, the way you lost Pete, I can’t take the chance of hurting you.’
‘Oh Jay!’ She could hardly take in what he was saying. It was too much all at once.
‘When you asked me this afternoon, I realized things were going too quickly for us. I’d just got carried away seeing you again.’ He rubbed his neck. ‘And I had to stop before we got started on anything. Still, no matter what my intention, I was very rude. That’s why I had to come. To apologize. You mean too much to me to be able to brush you off like that. I had to explain. I’m not sure I’m doing a good job of it.’ He grimaced.
She knew what he wanted to say. Being honest, he’d really put it the way it was. He couldn’t dissemble. He might be wishing he’d said less because she knew intuitively he didn’t like to share his feelings.
He’d crushed on her...the way he described the kiss...oh God she hadn’t known. No wonder he’d stayed away. She and Pete had got engaged. She’d been besotted with Pete. He’d been such a good person. A great human being. Always ready to help others.
‘I might look like I’m managing well but I’m not in too good a shape.’ She pulled a face. ‘The shock of losing Pete... it took a lot out of me. However, family and friends, especially Tonya, have been a great help.’ She paused. ‘I appreciate your worry and concern but I don’t know if I’m ready to take another chance.’ She shook her head. ‘It was too painful. I am barely recovered now. In fact, I haven’t given any man a thought for so long. You’re the first man I’ve really noticed in a long while. I won’t lie, I noticed you good, Jay. But about thinking of anything serious…’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t know if I can take the risk of loving again.’
‘I understand, Myra. If ever you do, you deserve better than a damaged man. We had better accept we cannot be. Some things are just not meant to be.’
‘Jay, don’t think of yourself like that.’
He was already straightening, terminating the conversation. ‘If you need anything, I’ll be there for you. Remember that.’ He came close. He began to hug her then changed his mind. Just for a moment, his mouth swooped down on hers. She felt a rush of feeling, a hint of spice, passion and humor that was him, but before she could even hold onto him, he broke the contact.
‘Goodbye, princess.’
He picked up his keys and walked away. She waited for him to stop, say something, searched her mind to detain him some excuse but nothing came and he was soon out the door.
It was better this way. Jay was someone she could fall for. It was better to end it. Now when it was safe.
Why did it feel as though her heart was breaking anyway?
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Author Bio:


Summerita Rhayne writes contemporary and historical romance with lots of emotional conflict. She first got published in 2013 and has won contests with prestigious publishers such as Harlequin and Harper Collins India. She’s a bestselling romance author at Amazon. She loves her teaching job as much as writing. Juggling two careers with home can be difficult but she firmly believes if the inspiration is strong enough, the story characters will find a way to make the writer pen them down, even when writing time is in short supply. When cerebrally confronted with the sizzling interaction of two Alpha characters – yes, both the hero and heroine in her stories are strong- minded in their own way -  the only way to get peace is write their book!

At heart, she’s a family person. She loves winding down with music, romcoms, cricket (strictly watching only) and social networking.