A warm Maya's Musings welcome to author Alannah Harte here to promote her latest book!
Hello!
Thanks for allowing me visit your blog today. I'm here to introduce you to a delicious
fighter pilot named Jake and a feisty Irish lady called Caoimhe. This is one of my favorite writing
projects. It actually wrote itself which
I found incredible and I was writing it.
Over five days I put this story on to paper and after that there were
very few changes to be made. I must have been inspired. I love the movie Top Gun and I love Iceman as
played by Val Kilmer so watching it for the millionth time one night the story
came into my head. I've visited San
Diego the setting for this book and loved it and I always remember the naval
base and the ships in the harbor. It's a
beautiful place from La Jolla to the Old Town and taking a trip on the trolley.
So this is what happens when you visit somewhere special, love a movie
and have random men take over your head so that they can woo a lot of
readers. And what a guy he is if I do
say so myself. I think he's delicious
anyway! This is a short, sexy read so
please check it out and leave a comment here to have a chance of receiving a
free digital copy.
Blurb:
Jake Cummins is on forty-eight hours
leave, looking for the prettiest pussy in town. As a fifth generation fighter
pilot, he likes everything fast—his jets, his drinks, and his women. After six
months on tour of the Pacific, he is in desperate need of a good dose of dirty
fucking. His choice is no meek little flower. In fact, this Irish Venus Fly
Trap sets his temper and dick on fire. Somewhere the universe has tilted and
the innocent beauty in the bedroom has surprised her way into his heart.
Excerpt
He stood behind
her, ran a hand over the spiky, strawberry-blond hairs on his head as she
danced in happy abandon, unaware that she was about to be caught. She had grace
and rhythm and knew how to use her body while vertical. He was going to show
her how to do it lying down in another half hour.
Jake stepped closer. Her rump brushed
against his crotch. He saw her back stiffen from its impact. There was little room to move away. She was
trapped amongst the other dancers. Their lower bodies met again, this time for
a little longer. Jake pressed home his advantage, taking another half step. He
heard the sharp intake of breath from his prey and smiled triumphantly.
Come on. Turn around and take a look. He
moved when she moved, so that he didn’t lose contact with her. He wanted to
reach around and place a big hand on a silk-coated nipple, to tease it into
submission. His hot breath scalded the back of her head and the woman turned.
The side of her body stroked his as she pivoted on her heels. Forest green eyes
glared up at him in defiance and ambivalence. The ambivalence was swiftly
replaced by desire. It was there for only a second. Long enough for Jake to
know he was on to a winner.
She was beautiful, with fine bones, a mouth
that looked soft and welcoming, and those green eyes reminded Jake of Alabama
Forests. His own eyes flared appreciatively. Exquisite. She looked innocent.
But you couldn't be innocent in a place like the Bordello. You couldn't be
innocent wearing a slip of a dress that begged to be removed.
"Ever hear of keeping to your own personal
space?" she asked, her eyes flashing at him heatedly.
"I’m only interested in your space. You
are a very beautiful woman." Unashamedly he glanced down her front,
admiring her cleavage and the round curves beneath the dress. D cup maybe
double D. What man didn’t like a pair of
real lush DDs? They were the right handful for him to grasp and knead them for
his own pleasure. The right length to place his thickness between, to pump
against, to spill his seed over. Christ, he was getting himself off already,
and he hadn’t laid a finger on her. He needed to take it slowly. This wasn't a
woman who would come to him at the click of his fingers.
"My space is none of your business.
Bugger off."
He recognized the different lilt in her
voice. She wasn’t local. Intriguing. Her refusal only turned him on. Jake loved
a challenge.
"British?" he asked. "You’re
not from here."
"Irish." She was economical with
her words, but her body was lavish with the signals it was transmitting. A pink
flush heated her skin. Her nipples were hard beneath the silk. He wondered at
their color. Dark like the desert or pink like a morning sky? A subtle tremble
rippled through her body. She was his to have.
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