Thursday, March 24, 2016

Secondhand Hearts by Yvonne Wilson

Title: Secondhand Hearts

Author: Yvonne Wilson

Genre: Adult, Second Chance Romance

Published: February 2, 2016
One shot and she was gone forever.

One moment.

One decision.

I was no longer living.



My past and my present were stolen.



My heart was broken that day.



But Secondhand Hearts can be mended.




Secondhand Hearts Excerpt #1 © Yvonne Wilson 2016


Its just a kiss.

I recite her words silently, hoping to convince myself that they’re true because I jumped on the back of the point of no return.

Her sweet tongue runs along the seam of my lips seeking entrance. Any resolve I held slips away as I draw in a needed breath. Her tongue seizes the opportunity and quickly finds mine, the tip exploring with deliberate strokes that increase in tempo. Excitement spreads from each of my taste buds like embers from a wildfire jumping onto dry brushwood. It sparks a burn to the deepest layer of my body. My brain tells me to shut this down before it goes too far. Her lips are on mine.

Its just a kiss.

My hands of their own volition move from the edge of my seat and find her shoulders, unsure whether to draw her in or push her away. She shivers under the grip of my fingers. Our mouths find a rhythm that isn’t desperate but intense, potent. I take my hands from her body and weave them through the silk threads of her hair. A moan escapes from her lips and I inhale as if I can breathe in the sound she makes—a keepsake for my memories. The smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her intoxicates me and numbs any coherence I may have.

Its just a kiss.

With controlled, purposeful movement she wedges herself further into the space between my legs. A perfect fit. Her palms splay against my bare chest as she raises herself up on her knees to bring us closer together and align our bodies. She trails her fingers along my skin, leaving a wake of goose bumps in their path. One of her gentle but fevered hands travels up to my jaw and the other down the side of my ribs to my waist just inside the band of my shorts. A tug on my lip before she dips her tongue further into my mouth lets me know she’s eager for more.

It’s just a kiss.

Trapping me in her arms, the lace of her bra teases me through her top. She pushes into me more so that her breasts rub against my sensitive nipples. The heat between her thighs causes my hips to rock into hers. There isn’t a splinter of space between us, yet I want her closer. Lips, tongues and teeth collide, sucking and nipping to taste more. I want to sear her flavor onto my tongue and taste her every conscious moment. I accept her oral assault as my punishment.

It’s just a kiss.

A sample of something this incredible can only be my sentence for failing Jaina. I can never fall for Tavyn.

Already fallen…

This is not just a kiss.
Yvonne Wilson is a teacher by day, working at the elementary level in the resource and learning assistance areas. Her writing is fit into any time possible between taking her three kids to their various sports and activities. She lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest of British Columbia, and will often be found curled up with a good book or watching a crime drama. Yvonne has a love for running shoes even though she doesn’t run, but they sure make an outfit look super cute. She loves guacamole and will eat that by itself or on almost anything. Ice cream ranks pretty high too.

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Bound to Ransom (Bound #2) by Kiru Taye

Title: Bound to Ransom

Series: Bound #2

Author: Kiru Taye

Genre: Adult, Suspense Romance

Published: March 21, 2016
Since the death of her mother, Gloria Rawlins' life has been a string of disappointments by the people she cares about; first by her father and then in a series of disastrous relationships that have shattered pieces of her heart one after another. She knows she's no angel and refuses to make herself vulnerable to anyone again. Until one man threatens to strip away the wall shielding her heart.

Henry Coker is not afraid of challenges. Abandoned by his father and raised by a single mother, he's had to work hard from the bottom up to prove himself to his peers and the world. But Gloria, the one person he desires above all others remains out of reach until an opportunity presents itself and he has the chance to buy her from her father.

Despite their incongruous arrangement, desire like theirs cannot be hidden and passion sizzles between them. But making someone fall in love may just be a challenge too far.

Bound to Ransom is a story about breaking the cycle of self-destruction, finding redemption and the powerful love that endures.

Bound to Ransom Excerpt © Kiru Taye 2016

For a few seconds, Gloria stood still staring at the door, her father’s slumped shoulders and laden footsteps as he left replaying in her mind over and over.

Her chin trembled and she stared down to her empty hands feeling a little lost. What was going on? When she’d left home today, she’d thought she’d be escorting her dad to the meeting for moral support. She hadn’t known she wouldn’t be going back home with him.

“Will you need anything else?” James appeared at the door.

She blinked and turned around so he couldn’t see the tears in her eyes.

“No. That will be all for now. Thanks, James,” Henry said in a deep calm voice that settled over her like a warm blanket.

She’d momentarily forgotten he was still in the room as he hadn’t said anything when her father had made the speech about making him pay if anything bad happened to her.

The quiet click of the door announced that James had departed and it was now the two of them alone in the office.

The space wasn’t as massive as Ike’s office, but it was large enough. The furniture pieces were designed for functionality rather than aesthetics, and they matched the personality of the man who worked here.

Henry had gone quiet again. He had to be watching her because the hairs on the back of her neck stood erect. She sucked in a deep breath to ease the tension that had returned to her shoulders. Chin tilted up and shoulders squared, she turned to face him.

He sat back on the sofa, ankle crossed over the other knee, left hand on the padded arm of the seater and right fingers stroking the soft leather cushion beside him.

For one moment, her gaze tracked the slow, caressing movements of his hand and she imagined it was her bare skin. Her nipples pebbled and warmth spread across her body.

“Gloria, come and sit down. We need to talk.”

His words roused her from her daydream. She looked up at his face. His lips curled in a lopsided smirk, his head cocked.

Her nose flared. She raised her chin as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Yes, we need to talk. But I’m not sitting down until I know exactly what’s going on.”

He didn’t move, his intent gaze unwavering. “I thought your father explained everything to you. You now belong to me.”

A shiver travelled down her spine at the rough edge to his words.

“Belong to you?” She laughed derisively. “We’re not married yet. I don’t belong to you or anyone else.”

He brushed lint off his jacket leisurely before undoing the buttons and slipping it off his body. The white-blue hairline stripe shirt fit his body like a glove and the navy blue herringbone silk tie matched his suit. Square silver cufflinks glinted as he lifted the champagne bottle out of the bucket with a napkin.

“We’re not getting married,” he said as he gently pushed the cork from the bottle.

She reared back.

“We’re not? Isn’t that what this whole deal is about?” She waved her hand around in the air.

He didn’t look up at her but continued working the cork. Slowly. Deliberately.

“I don’t know anywhere in the world where a man has to pay a hundred million dollars to marry a wife. If I’d wanted a marriage, I would’ve done it for a whole lot less and certainly to a woman who doesn’t hate my guts.”

He was definitely right about the fact that she hated his guts. But her mind was stuck on the amount.

“You paid a hundred million dollars?”

“Yes,” he said as the cork popped.

She flinched and froze as the realisation hit her. “You bought me.”

“That’s right, Princess. I own every piece of you—lock, stock, and designer hair.” He winked at her as he poured the bubbly drink into the crystal flutes.

Kiru is the award winning author of His Treasure. She writes sensual and passionate multicultural romance stories set mostly in Africa. When she's not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her husband and three children.

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