Sunday, October 1, 2017

#Read an #Excerpt from DAMAGED by Jeanne St. James #99cents #eroticromance


DAMAGED
by Jeanne St. James

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance with elements of suspense

AVAILABLE FOR ONLY 99¢

In the Hot & Sinful Nights Boxed Set (for a limited time)




Blurb:

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts...

Mace Walker can't wait to get home.

Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he's faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn't belong there!

Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.

Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace's sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn't anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi's and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.

Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.
Note:  This book was previously published under the title Banged Up but has been reedited for this release

Excerpt:

The receding light in the kitchen signaled that the sun was falling below the horizon. Colby stood in the center of the now bright yellow room, studying their efforts. Mace found much better things to stare at, like her fiery hair spattered with yellow paint. Her body was reed-like even though she had matched his appetite bite for bite at lunch, and her delicate wrists and long, slender fingers had been fascinating to watch while she’d been applying the paint.  It amazed him she wore no jewelry except a very small pair of gold studs in her ears. Though her hair was the best accessory she could have. Jewelry couldn’t do her justice next to that mass of crimson firefire he wanted to burn all over his body.
The thought of stripping her naked and fucking her hard on the drop cloth engulfed him. He turned away so she wouldn’t see the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Normally, he could control his urges, but it had been a while since he’d been around a female like Colby. Sort of innocent, unjaded. A woman not involved in illegal activities, not shady at all.
Refreshing.
And best of all, she didn’t make the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“What do you think? I think it looks great.” When Mace didn’t answer, she continued. “Just wait until the new appliances come in, and the new counter tops. I hope yellow was the right choice.”
Insecurity laced her voice. For some reason, her life seemed to depend on something as simple as whether she made the right choice in paint color. If sunshine yellow wasn’t the perfect match for the new sink and countertops, she would be devastated.
“If it’s not, we can repaint it.” Not that he really wanted to volunteer for that, but— Complete silence enveloped him. He turned to glance at her. Her expression of horror concerned him; it was almost as if she took it as a personal attack. He moved behind her to place his palms on her shoulders and rubbed them softly. “The yellow looks great,” he assured her, then trailed his hands up her neck, his thumbs stroking the slender muscles under the soft skin.
Her smile returned as quickly as it disappeared, but she pulled away from his touch and walked out of the room. She chattered away about the wall colors of the other rooms. Mace shook his head and sighed. She was either oblivious or trying to ignore the fact some spark existed between them.
But one thing was clear; she was burying herself in this house for a reason. Probably the same reason she added the “now” to her she could take care of herself declaration. There was a fresh wound there somewhere. Physical, mental, he couldn’t tell yet.
Of course people took pride in their homes, but she seemed a little too fixated. And he wanted to know why.

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Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F mรฉnages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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5 comments:

Unknown said...

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1-outta-1 bites-the-dust, babe,
and if you dont yet know,
lemme show you how to wiseabove:

When our soul leaves our body
and we riseabove to meet our Maker,
only four, last things remain:
death, judgement, Heaven or Hell
according to the deeds we mortals
have done in our finite existence.

Find-out what RCIA is and join.
Make Your Choice -SAW:
https://youtu.be/YnVuhY38V1A
Jesus sez...
I. love. you.

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Unknown said...

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Unknown said...

Get it?
When I toll yoo
I was an NDE?
kold_kadavr_ flatliner
HawrHawr
Dont you think that's a scream???
I do.

Yoo just had 2B there.

Unknown said...

Get it?
When I toll yoo
I was an NDE?
kold_kadavr_ flatliner
HawrHawr
Dont you think that's a scream???
I do.

Yoo just had 2B there.

Unknown said...

HeeHee