TOUCHED
Abbey MacMunn
Fantasy
Romance
Tirgearr Publishing
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Blurb:
When
inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an
immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has
her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.
Jaded immortal
Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the
hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is
until they meet.
Chemistry sizzles
between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid’s
curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals,
Joseph included.
But the fated lovers discover her
curse is the least of their concerns when a friend’s deadly betrayal threatens
to tear them apart forever.
Author Bio:
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy
and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four
children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When she’s not writing, she likes to
watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science
fiction movies.
Excerpt:
Cami Wilson shoved her things back
into her pockets, including the curious brooch that started this craziness, and
walked back into the pub.
Joseph and Daniel sat in a secluded
area not far from the blazing fire.
She’d have to be blind not to
notice the two brothers were seriously hot. Both had the type of ripped,
muscular bodies most women drooled over, evident now they had removed their
coats, but Joseph… oh boy, Joseph intrigued her. The wall of reserve he used as
a shield and the ‘stay away’ warning in his eyes ought to be enough to make her
wary, but there was something about Joseph that excited and frightened her at
the same time. The moody attitude, together with the hint of sorrow and
loneliness reflected in those amazing, glacier-blue eyes made her curious to
know what was going on behind them. What he strived so hard to conceal.
Cami slipped out of her coat and
hung it on the back of the chair, aware two sets of eyes watched her every
move. Again her appearance bothered her. She’d dressed in tight jeans, a tad
snug over her rounded, too-big backside, and a knitted cardigan with a hole in
the armpit.
Why
did they have to be so ridiculously good looking?
She sat opposite them, aimed for
unflustered but suspected her burning cheeks gave her insecurities away.
She glanced at the roaring fire and
took her cardigan off, revealing a fitted, short-sleeve blouse which
accentuated her slim waist but showed more cleavage than she was comfortable
with. Not that she had much of a cleavage. She took a breath. Okay, Cami, stop worrying about what you
look like and just come straight out with it.
Shoulders squared, she slapped her
palms on the table and fired a round of questions with the tenacity of an
interrogator—or at least she intended to sound like one. ‘Who are you? Who is
trying to kill me? What do you know about my brooch? And what the hell are
immortals and guardians?’
