Sunday, December 9, 2018

Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Excerpt:: Princess Malina of Gieria

Princess Malina of Gieria
Unknown Islands Series Book 1
by Mindy Mather
Genre: YA Fantasy Romance

Malina is the princess of her great island home known as Gieria. As such she knows she must fulfill certain duties, but she happens to be in love with the one guy that her mother, the queen, hates. Together they must overcome that obstacle and stop the threat of Malina's would be suitor who only wishes to become king and to do away with her. 

Malina paced before her mother’s throne, lost in thought. Occasionally, she would cast her glance to her mother, before lowering her orchid eyes to the marble floor of the throne room that she had seen many times before. She focused on it as though she had never taken in the details of it before. Her long purple gown complimented her light blue skin in the low candlelight that surrounded the throne. In the dim lighting, her dark blue spikes appeared darker then they usually were, and in her frustration, she flicked her tail back and forth wildly.

“Mother! I am only eighteen, I cannot be wed yet.” She blurted out. “Not only do I have no one I wish to wed, I have much more for my life then all of this.” She explained, her pacing increased. She wished she could get her mother to see that she wasn’t ready for ruling, wasn’t ready for any of her mother’s expectations.

Her mother let out an aggravated sigh. She knew that she was being stubborn, but she was just like her mother so why wouldn’t she be? Queen Shema shook her head and Malina watched the shadows of it.
“You’ll not be able to fulfill your duties to Gieria if you do not marry and produce an heir for our people. It is our custom. You are the rightful ruler of these people. Do they mean so little to you?”

Malina felt the weight of it all. She didn’t want it. Her mother couldn’t be dying. “The medicine will work, so we don’t even have to worry about that.” She tried. It appears her mother did not hear her though because next she was asking about potential guys.

“What about Scepter? He is cute. Outside of that, he just seems like a great possibility in your suitor search.”

What suitor search. She thought. There is only one person she would consider, Rex, her secret boyfriend that she had to keep from her mother’s knowledge. She didn’t want to marry anyone else outside of him, but her mother would never let her marry him because of something he had done as a child. The thought of Scepter made her skin crawl. As the weight of her mother’s suggestion sank in, she froze. Fixing her eyes on her mother, she was sure the irritation showed.

“Mother...” she huffed, “I’ll give it to him, he is cute. But, looks are not what getting married is about. You taught me that, and now just because Scepter is cute, you want me to marry him?” She grumbled under her breath about how her mother knew she couldn’t stand Scepter. She shook her head. “It’s out of the question.”

Her mother sighed heavily. “He is a suitable choice though, it is a good point that he is cute though. It means your babies will be cute. I’m going to be here forever, Malina.”

“No.” Malina responded. “Now, did you take your medicine today?”

“Yes.” Malina knew that it wasn’t working, but she couldn’t face that. It meant her mother would be gone, it meant she would be expected to marry and present an heir. It was too much to take in.
Malina sighed. “Good. I will see you later, I’m going out now.” She headed for the exit.


Malina didn’t want her mother trying to control her life, she was old enough to make her own decisions. By her mother’s attitude anyway, she wouldn’t be looking to her for approval much longer. It pained her to think of it like that. “Just going out, I’ll be home shortly after sunset.” She responded as she left.

The palace guards granted her passage and pushed the heavy wooden doors open for their princess to go out to the city. She walked freely among the streets of the city, no guards with her. The beloved city sprang to life around her. There were birds calling, the whisper of the wind through the trees, vivid fabrics being waved before her, and food choices of every sort being presented to her to try. She just pushed through the crowds and wound her way through the numerous roads between houses until she finally came to her destination.

Rex. After the conversation with her mother, she needed to see him.

My name is Mindy M. Mather,
I have always enjoyed writing, ever since I was a young girl. As I got older I took a liking to Romance Novels specifically and decided that I wanted to write my own. 
My first novel, A Tragic Miracle, actually started out as a Sims 2 Machinima series that I made in 2008 and later decided to turn it into a book. It is one of my best stories, but I have many more that I am in the process of finishing. 
I hope that all of you will enjoy my books and if your interested in my sims 2 videos, they are on youtube. My youtube name is TMP200000. 

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Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway::This Time

This Time
Nadira Holden, Demon Hunter Book 1
by Azaaa Davis 
Genre: Urban Fantasy

When demon hunting is outlawed, it's time to resurrect a legend.

Not even death can stop her.

Fearsome demon hunter Nadira has been torn from her next life and resurrected in present-day New York. The demons she once battled have made peace with humans. Or, so they claim. But brawls between demons and humans are becoming more frequent, and human leaders are disappearing.

Tasked by the shadowy organization that trained her, she must battle her own personal trauma and once again fight for the souls of mankind. Will Nadira remain a beacon of light to those fighting for humankind? Or will she lose her humanity to the darkness within? 

Don't miss This Time―the first novel in the Nadira Holden, Demon Hunter series―by author Azaaa Davis! 

Azaaa Davis is a writer of urban fantasy novels.

She fell in love with reading as a high school freshman and continues to read, write, and draw today. Her background in social work helps her portray realistic characters in fantastic--and sometimes terrifying--situations. A New York native, Azaaa currently lives in New Hampshire with her husband and daughter.

She debuts with This Time, A Nadira Holden Novel, about demon hunters, family ties and the magic of love.

Azaaa is working diligently to finish writing more fantasy novels while raising her daughter. Her next book is expected to be released in early 2019. Thank you for showing an interest in her stories!

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Thursday, December 6, 2018

Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Excerpt::The Vandervilles

When Beauty Met the Beast
Vandervilles #1
by Khardine Gray
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Beneath the luxurious lifestyle and the glamor of fame and fortune held by the Vandervilles, lies a dangerous web of secrets and a twisted tale of passion, and suspense.

With wealth, power, and beauty in abundance their dominant name prevails.

But trouble is about to come their way and throw their lives into turmoil.

One man consumed with the quest for revenge seeks to ruin their lives and destroy them one by one.

Witness the brilliantly vindictive plan to bring down Benjamin Vanderville, the deceitful precarious States Attorney of California and his wife Regina, reigning queen of the fashion world.

Fall in love with the warmth of romance that blossoms between Wade Vanderville and Chloe Matthews.

And walk the road of betrayal as Taylor Vanderville discovers where loyalties lie.

The riveting tale of When Beauty Met the Beast will grip you and captivate you right from the start... 

**Only .99 cents!!**

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Secrets and Lies 
Vandervilles #2

Simmering secrets and lies burst into a tempestuous roil in Secrets and Lies.

Discover who gets burned and who, if anyone, makes it through unscathed. 

Stability Rocked 

As Wade’s whirlwind romance with Chloe starts to stabilize, his ex-girlfriend turns up desperate to destroy what firm ground the two have forged. Wade’s love for Chloe has grown so deep that he’ll do anything to protect what he has with her – even if it means spinning a new web of lies. 

The Agony of Betrayal 

Still reeling from the double betrayal of her father and lover, Taylor barely regains her feet... only to fall in love all over again with her cheating lover. The attraction is so strong she can’t stop herself, even though she knows she must. 

Matriarch and Mother 

Seeing her daughter suffering is breaking Regina’s heart. She yearns to give all the help she can but... Ben is scheming to use Runway to financially back his bid for Governor. Will her struggles to keep her family safe come at the expense of her daughter? 


Wade finally gives in and goes to his ex even though he knows he shouldn’t. But she’s dead and the cops finger him as the killer. Only the real killer is still on the loose and hunting...
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Into the Rabbit Hole
Vandervilles #3

Chaos Reigns

Wade’s been arrested, a killer is on the loose, and Ben’s crimes are catching up with him. Will anyone in this family emerge from the chaos unscathed? 

Murder Mystery 

Chloe and Wesley dig deep to discover what is really going on and to prove Wade’s innocence. The deeper they dig the more the shocking truth becomes visible. Will they discover the man behind the drama? What happens if they do? 

No Longer Hidden 

The light finally shines of the crimes that Ben has committed, but unleashes more trouble. As always Regina is caught in the middle, but this time it’s worse. She doesn’t know where she’ll begin to fix things. 

Forgive and Forget? 

Can Taylor forgive, forget, and finally move on? Will she be able to see the world with the fresh clear eyes that only forgiveness of a betrayal can give? Will she be able to trust again? 

Kiss and Make Up 

Can Chloe accept Wade’s past and all the chaos ebb to allow the deep, romantic love they so richly deserve? 

Follow the twists and turns to the stunning conclusion of Into The Rabbit Hole!
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I proceeded into the room and walked to where I knew she was, and like the trusted sun that came up every morning, there Chloe Matthews was, unloading clothes from one of the plastic crates. She placed them over her forearm with care.
Good, she was by herself. Everyone else seemed to have gone to lunch and a handful of women milled about at the far end, near the other entrance.
I stopped by the archway and looked at her. The last time I was here she was only a fashion assistant assisting the creative team. Now she was part of it. Taylor had filled me in on her little friend's achievements, oblivious to my fascination with Chloe.
I allowed myself a moment to appreciate her wild beauty that always captivated me. My eyes roamed leisurely over her figure, making up for the five years I missed out on. She looked better than I remembered, with her dainty features, flawless bronze skin, slender body, and slim hips.
I'd always loved her rich, golden blonde locks and had had the privilege of seeing it at different lengths and in a variety of styles over the years. It was long now, just the way I liked it, and hung in graceful curves over her shoulders. The wall lights bounced off it making the smooth strands look like lustrous glass tumbling carelessly down her back. I could see myself happily spending the day running my fingers through it.
She was the only woman I'd ever fantasized about, and I didn't fantasize about anyone or anything. When I wanted something, I took it; I didn't yearn for it or wonder what it would feel like to have it. I usually skipped past all of that and took whatever it was I desired, whether it was a woman or a thing.
However, I'd declared her off limits, unobtainable.
Until now.
I continued to watch her, appreciating the way her straight-legged beige pants showed off her long, sculptured legs and the silky texture of the cream-colored camisole enunciated the full curves of her breasts. I admired the confidence she exuberated. It was the kind that radiated from someone who had the complete package and didn't care what effect they created. Unlike most women who used their assets to lure and charm you, Chloe didn't need to try.
Her charm and lure were just symptoms, something that came naturally to the perfect woman who didn't have to work hard to get attention.
I didn't know how the hell I could have blown my chance with her. How could I have rejected her willingness to be with me? How I could have said no?
I must have been crazy, despite my good intentions.
As she turned and saw me she jumped, startled by my presence. It made her drop the clothes.
"Jesus, what are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?" She frowned at me.
I looked over the delicately carved bones in her flawless oval face, her full mouth that displayed generously curved, parted lips, and the dusty rose of her cheeks that grew rosier as her frown deepened.
Looking at her, I could see there was one person who wouldn't be shedding any tears of joy for my return.
She gathered up the clothes, scooped them over her elegant wrists, and glowered at me with those sharp brown eyes that reminded me of autumn. I'd only ever seen colors like that in Japan. Vibrant in the tones and hues. Enchanting to captivate you and entice you to stare. Her lashes swept down across her cheekbones as she narrowed her eyes at me.
"Taylor's friend," I teased. "Look at you all woman sized." The taunt widened her eyes and seemed to infuriate her.
Ours was a relationship that was always a bit all over the place. When she was little, she followed me around like a love-sick puppy. Literally like she worshiped the ground I walked on.
She looked nothing like that girl now.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked.
"Oh, I just came by so you could tell me how much you missed me."
Her brows shot up, and she pursed her sparkly pink lips together in distaste.
"I'm sorry, did you leave? I wasn't aware," she retorted in cold sarcasm. She was the only woman who spoke to me like that.
Chloe couldn't stand me. She was right to be on her guard. I was the worst kind of guy for a girl like her. Always was, and while I might have taken her infatuation with me into my own hands years ago and most assuredly broke her poor heart, it didn't stop me from thinking about her.
Now more than ever since I'd sorted myself out. I'd never be the candy-coated, classic-movie kind of guy I pictured her with, but I'd kicked the bad stuff. I thought it gave me permission to see what chance I might still have with her.
"Ouch, doll, you're hurting me." I feigned injury to my heart and laughed. She didn't like that.
"What do you want?" Her lips puckered with annoyance.
"I just told you. Also, I was hoping for another offer to rock my world."
Her face colored fiercely, and her eyes blazed just like they did in the past.
"Jump up my ass, Wade," she fumed, tossing the clothes on a nearby table and placing her hands on her hips to square off with me.
"Baby, is that an invitation? Because doll, I'd love to. Your ass looks great today."
Her mouth dropped, and she glowered at me. "Don't speak to me. Ever." She shook her head and walked away towards the stock room.
I laughed as I watched her storm off, and I stared shamelessly at her fully rounded ass that looked even better than the last time I saw it. She made me hunger to know what secrets hid inside her soft, tempting body. My fingers yearned to touch her, and my mouth to taste her. Looking only reminded me of when she'd twirled around for me wearing nothing but a pink lace thong.
That was a long time ago now, long enough to brush under the rug and file as an act of youth. But I didn't want to forget.
Looked like I'd chosen the perfect time to come back. I smiled to myself as I walked away.

Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.

She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing and ice skating.

When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.

No need to spend money on an airline ticket. Simply pick up one of Khardine's books to become immersed in the fascinating stories and characters she creates.

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Silver Dagger Tour + Giveaway + Excerpt::No Cowboys No Angels

No Cowboys No Angels

The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1
by Petie McCarty
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Kellen Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel!

Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once. 

Unfortunately, Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope of staying alive.

Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel . .

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Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

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         On the south side of town, Luke gave Windsor a little nudge to speed him up since Grandfather’s property was close. Horse and rider slowed to make the turn at Laden Mill Road, and Luke gazed out over the grassy pasture before he gave Windsor his head again. The grassy pasture belonged to him now and looked in desperate need of a good mowing. If he didn’t get someone to cut it soon, he or Hank would have to do it, and neither of them had the time. He reined in Windsor at the entrance drive and scanned the barn and then the house.
             His jaw sagged. Someone stood on his front porch and peeked in his windows—a red-haired someone. He gave Windsor a poke with his heels, and the horse leaped forward in response. Galloping down the entrance drive, Luke reined in hard at the bottom step and startled his trespasser.

          “And you are on my front porch because?” he barked, while holding the skittish stallion in place. Windsor had had his head, and he wanted it again.

            Kellen’s eyes went wide with guilt. “I was just—”

           “Snooping?” Windsor sidestepped to the right, forcing Luke to twist around in his saddle to hold eye contact.

             She stiffened and her brilliant green eyes flashed with temper. “I was not! You-You—” She stamped her foot.

                 “Owner?” he said, unwilling to let her off the hook for an instant. Not when he had her good and cornered. Thank God, Windsor kept him so busy he didn’t ogle her like a schoolboy.

                “No, I was going to say—”

                The horse reared and pawed the air, effectively cutting her off. Of course, Luke’s little heel nudge and rein tug instigated the ostentatious display. He swiftly turned the horse back around so he could face her.

          “So, why are you here? On my front porch. Peeking in my windows.”

            She gave him a glare fit for the devil. “I was not peeking. I was trying to see if anyone was home.”
              He waited.

              Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t want anything.” She hesitated. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

             “Well, if you didn’t want anything and you weren’t doing anything . . .” He eased the powerful horse right up next to her though she stood her ground on the bottom step. “. . .then you must need a ride home.”
          He snatched her off the step before she could answer and counted on the little spitfire having the presence of mind to swing her leg over the horse when Windsor took off. She didn’t disappoint him. The stallion streaked for the break in the tree line, and she clung to him like a tick on a coon dog. The feel of her arms around his waist had his heart rate matching Windsor’s rhythmic gait once again. Through the tree break and across her unplowed fields, they galloped.

             He should slow the horse on the uneven ground. He really should. But if he did, Kellen would loosen her death grip on him.

           The sure-footed stallion galloped across the fields as though he knew right where Luke was headed. He waited to the last possible second to rein in the black horse at Kellen’s front steps, then reached around at the same time to slide her off Windsor’s back. Once her feet touched the ground with her balance assured, he tapped his heels to the stallion and cantered back across the fields. He didn’t dare risk a backward glance and spoil his memory of the ride with another hard glare from the beauty.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Review:: All the Crooked Saints

Title: All the Crooked Saints  
AuthorMaggie Stiefvater
Publisher: Scholastic Press
Release Date: October 10th, 2017

From bestselling author Maggie Stiefvater, a gripping tale of darkness, miracles, and family. Saints. Miracles. Family. Romance. Death. Redemption.

Here is a thing everyone wants: A miracle.

Here is a thing everyone fears:
What it takes to get one.

Any visitor to Bicho Raro, Colorado is likely to find a landscape of dark saints, forbidden love, scientific dreams, miracle-mad owls, estranged affections, one or two orphans, and a sky full of watchful desert stars.

At the heart of this place you will find the Soria family, who all have the ability to perform unusual miracles. And at the heart of this family are three cousins longing to change its future: Beatriz, the girl without feelings, who wants only to be free to examine her thoughts; Daniel, the Saint of Bicho Raro, who performs miracles for everyone but himself; and Joaquin, who spends his nights running a renegade radio station under the name Diablo Diablo.

They are all looking for a miracle. But the miracles of Bicho Raro are never quite what you expect.

My thoughts....

I love the cover! I the colors, the flower, it feels so somber. I can feel the sadness in the cover art (cue dark lights, and dramatic finger snaps...) Think beret girl, from An Extremely Goofy Movie...

 Welp, now that we are all invested...I kinda, sorta did not like this book (shrug)..Yeah, I tried but it wasn't my cup of tea. But I will mention that I do like Mrs. Stiefvater's books, except for Scorpion Races... But let's focus on positives...Like the quotes, and imagery. Let us talk about the "idea", so this is an interpretation of magical realism but about the Latinx community...Yes, yes I know, it's weird there is no way around that. I mean, Maggie does give us her usual trope...think Blue from Raven Boys but not also the protagonist showed no emotion, at all.. Their names are even similar Beatriz and Blue! I personally couldn't with the characters, and they're one of the most important part of a story.. With that being said let's jump into this review! 

We follow Beatriz Soria, and her family as they perform modern day miracles for everyday people. The Soria family, is a family of saints, who perform miracles but not everyone has the power to provide miracles. The family is able to complete a these miracles with a two step process. The first being able to drag darkness/bad things out of pilgrims, and then the second portion is where the client must deal with the shame of having their darkness brought to light. Basically how do I deal with my darkness, now that I see the problem? Lots of self-awareness issues! Most pilgrims never leave the Soria's lands because they cannot understand how to accept the darkness, to find their happiness again..It's very sad, another condition is the Soria family cannot help/interfere the pilgrims or the darkness will manifest within that person too! The family basically goes about their everyday lives while their pilgrims suffer from, gigantism, perpetual sadness, and things of this nature. Another rule is the Soria family must never fall in love with one of the pilgrims, they cannot live in Bicho Raro. This is part of the family legend, about three family members dying after interfering with a pilgrim's miracle. The only problem is that there are so many pilgrims, because they cannot complete the second step of the miracle. So Beatriz, and Joaquin one of many cousins, they run an illegal radio show, and tell the pilgrims how they can move forward, without using their names..Yes, yes, somehow this works and helps the pilgrims, move on. Then the unthinkable happens two of the Soria's family members fall in love with two pilgrims or one pilgrim and a worker?.. My rating 3/5

Quotes, I like quotes...

"Do you have darkness inside of you?.."

"I was looking for a miracle but I got a story instead, and sometimes those are the same things."

"We all have darkness inside of us. It is just a question of how much of us is light as well."

"You can hear a miracle along way after dark, even if you are dying."

"She was so mean that she even killed her own name, and now people just pointed at her.."

 "This was the way of our work: We cannot help but color it with the paint of our feelings, both good and bad."

Can't Wait Wednesday (104)::Comics Will Break Your Heart & Tarot

Can't-Wait Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted here, at Wishful Endings, to spotlight and discuss the books we're excited about that we have yet to read. Generally they're books that have yet to be released. It's based on Waiting on Wednesday, hosted by the Jill at
 Breaking the Spine.

Comics Will Break Your Heart
Author: Faith Erin Hicks
Publisher: Razorbill
Release Date: February 12th, 2019!

Miriam's family should be rich. After all, her grandfather was the co-creator of smash-hit comics series The TomorrowMen. But he sold his rights to the series to his co-creator in the 1960s for practically nothing, and now that's what Miriam has: practically nothing. And practically nothing to look forward to either-how can she afford college when her family can barely keep a roof above their heads? As if she didn't have enough to worry about, Miriam's life gets much more complicated when a cute boy shows up in town . . . and turns out to be the grandson of the man who defrauded Miriam's grandfather, and heir to the TomorrowMen fortune.

In her endearing debut novel, cartoonist Faith Erin Hicks pens a sensitive and funny Romeo and Juliet tale about modern romance, geek royalty, and what it takes to heal the long-festering scars of the past (Spoiler Alert: love).

Marissa Kennerson
Release Date: February 19th, 2018
Publisher: Razorbill 

Anna was never supposed to exist. Born of a forbidden union between the Queen and the tyrannical King’s archnemesis, Anna is forced to live out her days isolated in the Tower, with only her mentors and friends the Hermit, the Fool, and the Magician to keep her company. To pass the time, Anna imagines unique worlds populated by creatives and dreamers—the exact opposite of the King’s land of fixed fates and rigid rules—and weaves them into four glorious tapestries.

But on the eve of her sixteenth birthday and her promised release from the Tower, Anna discovers her true lineage: She’s the daughter of Marco, a powerful magician, and the King is worried that his magical gifts are starting to surface in Anna. Fearing for her life, Anna flees the Tower and finds herself in Cups, a lush, tropical land full of all the adventure, free-spiritedness, and creativity she imagined while weaving.
Anna thinks she’s found paradise in this world of beachside parties, endless food and drink, and exhilarating romance. But when the fabric of Cups begins to unravel, Anna discovers that her tapestries are more than just decoration. They’re the foundation for a new world that she is destined to create—as long as the terrors from the old world don’t catch up with her first. 

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Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Excerpt:: Dressing Mr. Dalton

Dressing Mr. Dalton
by Charlotte Byrd
Genre: Contemporary Romance

“Women who color their own hair do not go out with movie stars!”

So, what am I doing going on a date with him?

I’m a wardrobe stylist with a resume full of fake job experience (when my resume was accurate no one wanted to hire me). I drive a crappy car and I have $37.58 in my bank account.

He is People’s Sexiest Man Alive who lives in a beach house (read: mansion) in Malibu.

We are all wrong for each other for a number of reasons. The main one being: I hate everything about him. 

Finn Dalton is arrogant, cocky, and self-involved.

He thinks he’s God’s gift to women and the fact that he has bedded almost every available (and unavailable) woman in Hollywood supports that theory.

I hate what am I doing here? Why do I keep saying yes?

Yes, to a date. Yes, to a kiss. Yes, to this. 

And what happens when the one person who is all wrong is the only one who’s right? 

**This is a standalone contemporary romance.

“Oh, that’s right.” I take a deep breath. “I was just wondering…why you ask me here?”
Finn puts the water down and takes a few steps closer to me.
For some unknown reason, I take a step back.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t say a word.
Instead, he takes another step closer to me.
Now, my back is all the way against the door of the pantry.
He’s standing as close to me as we stood when we were dancing.
I can feel him breathing with my body.
“I like you, Chloe,” he says very slowly and deliberately.
I bite my lower lip.
He takes his hand and runs his fingers along my neck.
I close my eyes.
I feel his finger along my lower lip.
As if it were possible, he pushes himself even closer to me.
When I open my eyes, I see him closing his.
His eyelashes are long and delicate, and his face is completely relaxed.
Ever so lightly, his lips touch mine.
Almost without my consent, my mouth starts to move along with his. His lips are soft and       powerful, pushing against mine. At first, he’s gentle. He takes his time.
His tongue slowly makes its way and finds mine, but then our dance gains strength.
He buries his hands in my hair, cradling my head, maneuvering as he sees fit.
It’s as if he takes full possession of me, and I let him.
I want him to.
It feels good not to be in control for once.
For a few moments, the rest of the world ceases to exist.
There’s only Finn and me, and as long as our lips remain locked, nothing else matters.
But then he pulls away.
He looks into my eyes, and I remember that there’s a whole other world out there.
Perhaps, what we have is fleeting and delicate and can disappear at any moment.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Finn says.
“Yes. Ever since I first saw you.”
I smile. “I doubt that.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“The first time you saw me, I spilled orange juice all over you and you freaked out. Remember?”
His face flushes.
Wait, what is that?
“Are you blushing?” I ask. “I was just joking.”
“That was not my finest moment. I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
For a moment, both of us seem at a loss as to what to do next.
This isn’t like in a movie.
People in movies start kissing, then fall into bed together.
But to get to bed, you have to walk through 3,000 square feet of house, and the transition is a little bit less fluid.
I look up at him.
His eyes are twinkling again, and he’s smiling his crooked smile at me.
“You’re a good kisser,” I say.
“So are you.”
I nod.
He leans closer to me again.
He was never more than a step away, but now we’re breathing the same air again.
This time, I make the move.
I want to shut the whole world out again.
I reach up to him and run my fingers over his smooth lips.
His breathing speeds up, catching me off guard.
I thought he’d be such a natural at this (getting girls into bed), but he looks nervous. Is that really him or is it just my imagination?
I run my fingers over his lips from one side to another.
I pull his lower lip down, feeling the soft, moist flesh on the inside.
I look up at him.
His eyes meet mine and we each dare each other to look away first.
I find a new source of courage, coming like a secret spring from somewhere deep inside of me.
Unlike our first kiss, the passion of this moment is like a smoldering coal, glowing in the aftermath of a fire.
Hot, but quiet.
I run my fingers over the outline of his face.
I push back the loose strands of hair that keep falling into his eyes. His hair is soft and welcoming to my touch.
I linger around his ear and slowly make my way to his earlobe.
Then it hits me.
Touch is an amazing sense.
The sensation is completely different, depending on how hard I touch. Pressing too hard makes me feel the underlying strength of the thing that I’m pressing against, but touching something slowly and deliberately, produces a whole new sensation.
The kind that sends goose bumps up my arms.
I must’ve known this all along, but this is the first time I’m consciously experiencing it.
I run my fingers along his neck.
I’m sure that he shaved not long ago, but a few stubborn hairs are already making a resurgence.
“You feel nice,” I say.
He opens his eyes and meets mine.
“I can’t stand your teasing anymore,” he says and presses his lips onto mine again.
I’m swept away by his passion.
I kiss him back, burying my hands in his hair.
I feel his fingers running up and down my back.
He squeezes my shoulders over and over again.
He pushes me against the pantry door again, and it makes a noise as our bodies slam into it over and over.
My knees start to buckle.
I feel myself going limp and slowly slide down to the floor.
He follows me.
Suddenly, we’re both on our knees.
A moment later, I’m lying on the floor and he’s on top of me.
We’re moving as one.
We’re dancing to the same silent rhythm.
Then, something feels off.
I’m not sure where it comes from, but suddenly, I feel queasy. Perhaps, it’s from the surge of adrenaline that rushes through my body.
“Um, Finn,” I say, pushing him away from me.
He sits up.
“I feel sick,” I manage to say.
And then I throw up.
All over his tile floor.

Charlotte Byrd is the bestselling author of many contemporary romance novels. She lives in Southern California with her husband, son, and a crazy toy Australian Shepherd. She loves books, hot weather and crystal blue waters.

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