react, B sat up and grabbed her with his freshly set hand, drawing her face
towards his. He felt his heart leap as
their lips touched ever so gently at first.
He’d dreamed of kissing her since the first time he’d laid eyes on her,
and could only hope that the feelings she’d admitted to were true. Her lips moved softly upon his, her tongue
darting out to lick along the line of his lips.
B opened his mouth and let her in, their tongues sliding together
sensually as his body came to life. It
was a feeling he thought he’d never fully experience, the blood pounding in his
veins, his heart jumping in his chest.
Mara’s arms came up to circle him, one around his back, the other
sliding up his neck, her nails raking along his scalp near the nape of his
neck. The tiny shivers from her sharp
little nails were more erotic than any sexual experience he’d ever had. B’s heart felt like it was soaring free. Maybe there really could be a happy ending
The Fallen Chronicles
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
Date of Publication: March 29, 2017
Number of pages: 141
Word Count: 81,321
Cover Artist: Jenny Dixon
Tagline: With this fallen angel it never felt so good to be bad!
Katia may be a celebrated musician, but she’d always felt a little like an outsider looking in. Who knew that being abducted by a handsome stranger would set her on a crash course with her destiny…
Luc has spent an eternity keeping everyone and everything at a distance as an unstoppable darkness consumes his soul. Will his beautiful captive be his salvation, or will they both be consumed by the ultimate evil…
back at Sergei, she noticed that the stranger at the neighbouring table was
watching her again. She did a half turn
and reached down as though she were looking for something in her purse, angling
herself towards him. Taking a deep
breath, she looked up and found her eyes locked on his. There was something riveting about him, but
she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was. Perhaps it was the sum total of everything
that made her unable to tear her eyes away.
He looked like he had been carved from a piece of marble. His skin was pale and perfect, not a single
freckle, scar, line, or wrinkle. Calvin
Klein models had nothing on this guy, with his defined jaw, and full lips that
were just begging for a kiss. His hair
was a tumbling mass of waves the colour of the sun, his eyes were the most
unusual grey Katia had ever seen, like storm clouds. He also had the longest eyelashes she’d ever
seen; women paid good money to get lashes like that. He truly had the face of an angel, like
something you’d see on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. At odds with his angelic look was the black
leather motorcycle jacket, black jeans, and black combat boots. There was also something off in his
expression, something hard about the way he was looking at her, like she had
somehow ruined his day without her knowledge.
About the Author:
Amanda Jones lives in Toronto with her exceptionally spoiled pets. Aside from sharing her crazy imagination with others through her books Amanda enjoys travelling and frequent Netflix binges. Amanda has worked in several fields including sports, music, film, corporate human resources, and is a graduate of York University and Sheridan College.
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