Looking forward to relaxing with a good book (or two...or ten...) after all the holiday madness? I have just the thing! Twenty-two books on sale through the end of the year!
Her Royal Masquerade, book #1 in my Her Royal Romance series is part of the sale at only 99 cents! If you've already read it, there are plenty more romances to choose from. You can load that new e-reader (or your old favorite) with lots of great reads for pennies (or even free!).
Just take a look here for all the sale books in one place:
HOLIDAY SALE
And if you've seen me talk about my contemporary royalty romance series, but haven't given it a try...this is a great time to check it out. Take a peek at the excerpt below for a taste.
Excerpt:
Mia rushed over to the waist high
railing constructed of rough-hewn stone like the rest of the palace. Darkness
had fallen while she’d been inside. Lights from the towns around them sparkled
below. Stars in the inky sky twinkled above. Once again she had the feeling of
stepping into a fairy tale.
The
air was warm, even outside, with barely a breeze to lift the moisture from her
skin. She took a few decidedly un-princesslike gulps of air, trying to calm the
edgy arousal that burned within her.
“Are you alright?” Vittorio asked.
He stepped up to her and the heat from his body didn’t help her at all. “Do you
need to sit down? Something cold to drink?”
“I’ll be okay. Just give me a
minute. I guess I’m just not used to the climate here.” She was so hot. She
began to tug down one of the opera-length gloves. Would it be a serious breach
of conduct if she whipped them off and threw them over the railing?
“Allow me,” he said, his voice
suddenly a little deeper, a little slower than it had been a moment before. He
took her hand in his, stretched out her arm in front of him. He ran his free
hand up, starting at the palm of the hand resting in his. Slowly, so slowly, he
moved his hand up her arm. There might as well not have been the fabric of the
glove between them, she felt his touch so strongly. When his fingers reached the top of the
glove, he didn’t immediately begin to remove it. Instead, he teased the bare
skin of her upper arm with his fingers. “So soft,” he whispered, holding her
gaze. He swept his hand up to her bare shoulders and cupped her neck, skimming
his thumb along her collar bone, just above the diamonds Birgitte had trusted
her with. “This beautiful necklace is not half as lovely as you,” he
murmured.
She couldn’t speak, could only
offer a shaky smile in response. He was holding her hand, her throat. Could he
feel her trembling beneath his touch?
“But
you are hot. It is our weather, no doubt. I can help you with this problem, I
think.” Vittorio began to slowly peel the glove from her arm, dragging his
fingers along her skin as he did. He focused all his attention on her arm, as
if it were the most important thing to him at the moment.
What
would it be like to have that single-minded attention focused on her while
making love? Even as Vittorio stripped off her glove, her body heated further
with the image of his long, powerful frame moving over her, entering her.
Mia imagined he would take command
of her body, ensuring that he pleasured her with all the skill he surely
possessed. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would look as amazing out of the
expensively tailored clothing as he did at this moment. Of course, he would.
Everything about Vittorio was first class. He would fit right in with Birgitte.
Mia wasn’t close to being in the same league.
Vittorio began to strip off the
second glove, giving it every bit as much attention as he had given to the
first one. His fingers strummed along her arm as he tugged at the satin. Her
newly bared arm hung at her side, her fingers closed into a fist so she didn’t
reach out and tangle them in his thick hair.
“Don’t you have breezes in
Mezzano?” she asked, her voice rough with desire. She hoped he would think it
was the heat that affected her so. He still held one of her hands in his. She
lifted the other hand to wave in front of her face, trying to stir the muggy
air.
“Ah,
my poor cara. It is still and humid this evening. Be assured we have our share of
wind and rain.” The second glove was off now and Vittorio released her hand.
How ridiculous it was to feel bereft at the loss of his touch. He folded the
gloves and tucked them into the pocket of his jacket.
Mia lifted her heavy hair off her
neck to try to cool off for a moment. Maybe she should have worn it up. “I know
I should enjoy the warm weather. Right now in Stagatland I would have to be
bundled up in a coat and scarf and boots to stand outside.”
Vittorio swept his gaze over her.
“And it would truly be a shame to cover the amazing view I have at this
moment.”
She let her hair fall down her
back. “I suspect you have had a lot of practice with those charming lines,” Mia
said, letting the amusement show in her voice. Still, she soaked up the
compliment, let the pleasure flow over her like a warm spring rain.
He took her hand, lifted it to his
lips. This time the kiss to the back of her bare hand sent fireworks bursting
through her system. “It’s only the truth, Birgitte.”
Hearing
her cousin’s name fall from Vittorio’s lips was like a handful of snow smacking
her in the face. Of course. She had to remember she wasn’t Mia Holmberg
tonight. She’d almost forgotten she was playing a part. Still, she lifted a
skeptical brow at his words, they were so foreign to those she usually
heard.
“You
will find that I always speak the truth,” he said. “I despise lies and
deception. I have heard and seen too many of them during my years in the
palace. Too many people say one thing to my face and another behind my back. I
speak only the truth when I say that I am so glad you accepted our invitation
to my father’s birthday celebration and that I find you incredibly attractive.
I would never lie to you.”
Mia shuddered at his words. She
couldn’t let him discover her deception. He would never understand.
Natasha
Beautiful
works of art at the New Mexico zoo for wildlife. And a Mexican Gray
Wolf. Working on Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas edits! What are you
doing today?
Happy New Year's Eve! Be safe!
