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Modern Love Bundle $0.99 – Crimson Romance

Monday, July 14th, 2014 by Nicole Flockton Start the Conversation

My publisher, Crimson Romance, is doing a “Modern Love” Bundle. There are some fabulous books in there. Check out the excerpts. You won’t be disappointed with this bundle.

MODERN LOVE

10 Books by 10 Rising Stars $0.99 for a Limited Time

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Bundle Blurb

When love calls, it’s rarely easy but always memorable, and definitely worth turning the pages. Recapture the thrill, the delicious anticipation of finding your happily ever after in these 10 unforgettable, hot stories by some of today’s brightest names:

Her Knight in Black Leather – J.M. Stewart
Destination Wedding – Robyn Neeley
Drawn to Jonah – Jennifer DeCuir
On the Fly – Katie Kenyhercz
Wildly – Debra Kayn
Falling for You – Heather Thurmeier
Beginning Again – Peggy Bird
Spiraling – Rachel Cross
Save My Soul – Elley Arden
Sweet Gone South – Alicia Hunter Pace

Excerpts

Wildly by Debra Kayn

Grayson moved forward, making her retreat, walking with that lazy long stride that had the ability to hypnotize her. His gaze was so intent, her breasts hardened and she forgot why she was wasting her time arguing. His hair lay over his forehead in a sexy I-don’t-give-a-damn way that tempted her to reach up and sweep it back. But she didn’t. She couldn’t get that close.

The back of her thighs hit against the car, her breath barely coming through the constant throb of her body. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to take what’s mine.” He lowered his head, hovering inches from her mouth. “I don’t care if I get it here, in the middle of Main Street, or if you come over to my house and let me have you there. But I’ll be damned if we’re gonna pussy foot around this subject any longer.”

“But … ”

He shook his head. “I’m done fighting, Shauna. I want you. You hear me? I want you as much as you want me. For as long as you want me.”

Oh my God. She forgot to breathe. She’d waited forever to hear him admit his feelings toward her, to confess it wasn’t her overactive imagination dreaming up a future with him. She sucked in air, filling her lungs. Everyone had thought her crush was one sided, but she knew better.

About Debra

Top-selling romance author Debra Kayn lives with her family in the beautiful coastal mountains of Oregon where she enjoys riding motorcycles, gardening, playing tennis, and fishing.

On the Fly by Katie Kenyhercz

With a sigh, she glided over to where he waited. For good measure, she stuck out her arms and feigned a wobble. Can you ice skate? That was something of an understatement. Her father had gotten her a pair of ice skates as soon as she could walk. Carter didn’t need to know that.

“You gonna make it?”
“I think so.” She came to a stop against the goal post and turned around to mimic his stance.
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a head start.”
She just smiled.
“Down and back, okay? Ready, set, go!”
She took off like a shot, arms pumping, knees high, just digging into the ice with the sides of her blades. Behind her, shocked laughter echoed. Then it was replaced by the sound of his own skates. At the other goal, she skidded sideways in an awkward hockey stop and tried to regain momentum, heading back for the other end, but Carter had the experience, and he turned in two seconds. He passed her and pivoted to skate backward, adding insult to injury. She squinted at him and surged forward. Amusement played openly across his sharp features until he stopped and she didn’t.
Jacey hadn’t really considered the consequences of hurling herself at him. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And before she could reverse it, she collided against him with a solid thump. They spun in a circle, their legs tangled, and Carter fell backward. She had no choice but to follow.

About Katie

Katie married the military man of her dreams, so home is wherever the Air Force sends them. She loves hockey and writes about hockey love. Her fictional team is the Las Vegas Sinners, and her real-world team is the Pittsburgh Penguins. She likes strong, capable heroines who bring out the vulnerability in their tough guys.

Sweet Gone South by Alicia Hunter Pace

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Feeling a little giddy, Lanie held her left hand in front of her face. “I am shallow, Luke Avery. Shallow, shallow, shallow. I love this ring. I never thought about having something like this but now that I do, I’m keeping it.

“I hope so.” He turned on his side and propped up on his elbow. “That was the idea.”

“I thought of giving it back and telling you it was too much, to get me something plain, but I decided I don’t care.” She licked a drop of champagne from the rim of her glass.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I took a shower in it.”

“It ought to be able to withstand a little soap and water.”

“I might go swimming in it.” She turned her glass upside down and let the last drop fall in her mouth. Then she ran her tongue around the rim.

“You might?” He took her flute, set it on his bedside table, and clicked the TV off.

Oh, no. The night was ruined now. She was about to be found out.

“Could your turn off the light?” she asked.

“I can, though I’d love to see you. I’ve wanted to see you ever since that night I had to sign a warrant and you came bouncing down the stairs in those shorts.” But he turned off the light.

She braced herself. She had expected the kisses but not for them to last so long and be so sweet that she almost forgot the bad part was coming. He tasted like Champagne. His tongue even felt a little fizzy. Was that possible? This was so nice, his lips trailing up her neck and across her bottom lip, his tongue sparkling against hers. But it didn’t last. He reached for her breast and she turned to concrete. This is how it went. Breasts, impaling, and, then, blessedly done. She concentrated on the done part.

“Lanie,” he whispered against her ear. “I know you’re nervous, but I promise you don’t need to be.” Alexander had always said that too. “Try to relax.” But she couldn’t. Soon he would be hurting her, pulling at her nipples, followed by his demanding mouth and teeth. He would leave her breasts bruised and sore because that’s the way it worked.

But he wasn’t doing it yet. He continued to kiss her and even when he untied the ribbons on the front of her gown and reached inside, his caresses were still gentle and pleasant. Against her better judgment, she began to relax. With his hands gently squeezing and lifting and the Champagne washing through her, it was easy to convince herself to enjoy it while it lasted.

About Alicia Hunter Pace – The Writing Duo

Stephanie teaches third grade and wishes for a bigger bookstore in her small town. She likes Civil War history, and people who follow the rules. She is happy to provide a list of said rules to anyone who needs them.

Jean is a former public librarian who lives with her husband in a hundred-year-old house that always wants something from her. She likes to cook but has discovered the joy of Mrs. Paul’s fish fillets since becoming a writer.

Being cradle to grave avid fans of Alabama Crimson Tide football, Stephanie and Jean are doubly elated to be part of the Crimson Romance family.

Visit them at their website, http://aliciahunterpace.com/