We are one week away from Leave Him Loved arriving! It’s safe to say I’ve never been more excited to press publish. There’s just something really special about Reeve and Audria. You’ll find out super soon!
In the meantime, I have an excerpt for you today. Enjoy a little taste of this upcoming treat!
I glance at his sneakers. “What’s your opinion on cowboy boots?”
“Everyone should own a pair.” The statement rolls off his tongue like an indisputable fact.
I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Never have I ever.”
“Oh, are we playing?” That sinful grin tilts higher.
The heat coiling inside me cranks hotter. “I was just stating a fact.”
“Next time we’re at the Salt Lick, it’s on.”
“That game is definitely more entertaining with copious amounts of liquor.” I tip the beer to my lips.
“Especially with your lewd frame of mind.”
“Ha, you’re hilarious.”
“And you’re the one who coined CornHub.”
I pick at some lint on the blanket. “You’ve got me there.”
“I appreciate your wild and adventurous spirit.” The gleam in his gaze returns.
A twitch crooks at the corner of my lips. Volleying with an equally sweet comment is a seamless move. Instead, I allow a trickling melody of silence to dance between us.
Reeve peers over at me. “Any interest in going to a football game?”
I knit my brows. Attending a sporting event had occurred to me as an option. I didn’t know where to begin with possibilities, though. “Iowa doesn’t have a pro team.”
“Damn, you’re cute.” He chuckles and lightly nudges me in the ribs. “I meant high school.”
And now I want to hide behind a tree. “Ah, that makes more sense.”
“Certainly does. So, wanna go?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I’m a fan of the game. Did you ever play?”
“Offensive line. I was a tight end,” he explains.
“No past tense about that,” I whisper.
“If that does something for you, I still have my jersey.”
“How about the stretchy pants?”
“Ball huggers,” Reeve corrects.
“Yeah,” I purr.
It might be my imagination, but he seems to bend closer. The blue in his eyes swirls with tiny specks of green. The usually cool combination sparks with fire. His hand barely brushes mine, but an unmistakable tingle zaps up my arm. Rather than retreating, he traces the center of my palm with his finger. This type of touch—whether by accident or very much on purpose is irrelevant—steps our harmless flirting up several notches. I suck in a sharp breath, and he notices.
Reeve shifts a safe distance away, taking his warmth with him. The absence of his touch is an immediate loss. His gaze burns into me, vivid depths swirling with undeniable want that I’m positive reflects in my own eyes. He leans in, ghosting the tip of his nose across my cheek. I tremble and tilt into him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
I lick my bottom lip, preparing to eliminate this invisible barrier separating us once and for all.
The day has FINALLY arrived! I’m SO excited to spread all the cover love for this book. Left for Wild releases October 22nd. Until then, let’s stare at the smolder!
Cover designer >> Book Cover Kingdom Photographer >> Rafa G. Catalá Model >> Hugo – – – Arrested. Wrongfully accused. Sentenced to ten years. But the steel bars release me early. After serving half of my time for a crime I didn’t commit, they grant me parole—with a very short leash. My second chance at freedom begins now, and I won’t waste it. I should’ve been paying more attention.
Ambushed. Captured. Stranded. When I wake in the depths of a snowy forest, all seems lost. I’ve been left alone in the wilderness with zero means of escape. Until someone rouses beside me.
I recognize Blakely Cross instantly, yet she’s barely more than a stranger. Now she’s stuck with me in the worst possible place, as collateral damage.
Blakely blames me, and rightfully so. This entire situation is my fault. Our destinies are inadvertently twisted together by forces far larger than us. Whether she hates me or not, we need each other to stay alive.
Cope. Adapt. Persevere. They tossed us out to be buried, but underestimated our determination. The bond we’re building will overcome the harshest conditions. And we’re not willing to surrender.
Guess what? We are one week closer to release day! Woot, woot!!
Left For Wild is arriving on October 22nd so be sure to save the date.
In the meantime, prepare yourself for: A broody hero searching for redemption A hilarious heroine who’s sure to make you laugh Strangers forced to rely on each other A cold climate perfect for cuddling close Unexpected twists and turns ALL the swoon and feels
Left For Wild has it ALL and you’ll get to find out so soon! While we wait, make sure you’ve done all the pre-release things.
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“Everyone deserves a chance to be rescued.”
That’s the mantra I’m repeating when a well-equipped biker pulls over to save me. One glance at the scowl Crawford Doxe is wearing proves he isn’t impressed with the task. My efforts to change his mind deflate faster than the shredded tire at our feet. But disgruntled or not, my so-called hero still agrees to fix my flat.
I don’t expect to see Crawford again, but he’s suddenly very visible in our small town. Avoiding him would be my preference. That’s not how this story goes. For whatever reason, my daughter finds an ally in the broody mechanic. Denying her is something I do my best to avoid. I can only hope Crawford’s shine wears off before he tarnishes what little trust still exists.
As if the odds are ever on my side.
Commitments are a foreign concept to him. He doesn’t make any promises to try. That should’ve been enough for me to steer clear. It most certainly isn’t.
What follows can only be described as a disastrous clash of epic proportions.
But one indisputable fact remains. That lone soul has no plans of opening his heart.