TRAGIC
DESIRES by A.M. Hargrove
February 2014
BOOK
SUMMARY:
My name is Gemini Sheridan. At least
that’s what I thought it was for 23 years. Then one day a slight adjustment on
the wheel of my mountain bike set into motion a series of catastrophic events
that changed my life forever. Now I’m running from the headaches that threaten
to destroy me… from the assassins that threaten to kill me… from the truth that
exposes who I really am… and from the man that wants to save me. Because he now
owns my heart and I fear him above all others.
My name is Drexel Wolfe and I’m a private
investigator. Nothing ever stands in the way of what I want because when I see
something I just take it. All of that changed the night my life collided with
Gemini Sheridan’s and now everything is one hot damn mess. And the worst part
of it all is that I’m trying to save her ass and I don’t know why the hell I’m
even bothering. Well, that’s not exactly true. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking
about her. She’s crawled into every thought I own, asleep or awake. I have
serious plans for her that include making her mine. What she doesn’t know is
that when I play, I play for keeps. Nothing and no one will get in my way or
stop me… not even Gemini Sheridan herself.
Tragic Desires—Excerpt
5
One thing that is distracting is
his mouth. He has beautiful lips and when he smiles, one corner lifts slightly
higher. Dark brown hair, almost black, falls across his forehead, and he wears
it completely messy. It looks like he just rolled out of bed and I have an urge
to slide my hands through it. He’s tall, well over six feet. But he’s as hard
as a brick wall. When I ran into him at the hotel, he was solid muscle. I could
almost count his six-pack under his shirt. But his eyes are his hottest
feature. Smoke in the center but blue on the periphery. And in the middle of
his iris, they merge together. I guess you might say the total package of
Drexel is very distracting.
“What’s going through that mind of
yours, Onyx?”
“Onyx?”
“That’s what I called you before I knew
your name. Your eyes … they’re like onyx. Dark as night but like gemstones.”
Don’t ask me why I did it, but I close
the distance between us and wrap my hands in his shirt. Before I take the time
to think, my lips press on his. My fear that he’ll push me away dissolves when
he hitches me up against him and wraps one arm around my waist. The other one
grabs my hair and winds it around his hand. He kisses me back. The kiss
intensifies as he takes over and demands more from me with his lips and tongue.
I’m butter in his hands, and I melt like I’ve never done before. This man knows
his way around a girl’s mouth. He nips at my lips, the effect of which I’m sure
he can feel as my heart pounds against his chest. My hands leave his shirt and
make their way to his neck, my fingers buried in his hair. I can’t ever
remember getting this much out of a kiss. How is this possible?
He stops but leans his forehead against
mine. We’re panting like two dogs in a heat wave. I want to check if my tongue
is hanging out of my mouth.
“That was certainly unexpected.” His
voice is low and sexy.
Now I feel shy. “I … I guess I should
apologize.”
“I wouldn’t dare do that if I were
you.” Did he just scold me?
My lower lip is between my teeth, but I
feel myself grin. “Okay. I won’t. And I’m not the least bit sorry, either.”
Now he laughs. “Good, because I’m glad
you kissed me. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you the first night in the
bar.”
“You have?”
“I have. I’ve wanted to do much more
than kiss.”
“Tell me.”
“Dirty things. All kinds of dirty things I shouldn’t be
talking about.”
Author
Information
One day, on her way home
from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast
forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to
write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So,
she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and
tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct
line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to
avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss,
A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy,
outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a
liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss and quit
her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her
new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).
So began A. M. Hargrove's
career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer. Her books include the following:
Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The
Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent
and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and Tragically Flawed.
Other than being in love
with writing about being in love, she loves chocolate, ice cream and coffee and
is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.
Author Links:
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