Good Morning everyone! Nona Raines here, and I’m so happy to share news of the re-release of my novella Falcon’s Way (formerly part of the NGWN Charmed Bracelet anthology). The novella will remain at an introductory price of 99 cents through May 31.
Trust no one. Barrett Gilmore survives by that creed. She learned it the hard way. The tough times are mostly behind her now. And if she’s not really happy, at least she’s at peace.
Until Michael Falco storms into her life. Sure, she’s grateful he stepped in when she was attacked on the street, but she never asked him to play the hero in the rest of her life. She doesn’t need rescuing.
But still he pursues her. He wants her. Barrett knows there’s an angle. A man with his wealth could only want one thing from a woman like her. And she’s not for sale.
She doesn’t trust him, but worse, she doesn’t trust herself around him.
Barrett knows how to survive. But with Michael, she’ll learn how to live.
And here’s a little taste of the story — it is Teaser Tuesday after all 🙂 :
He’d decorated his bedroom in shades of blue. Crisp white sheets contrasted with the navy coverlet on top of the large four-poster bed. The dark wood dresser and armoire gleamed with polish.
“Nice,” Barrett remarked. She was afraid to say more, afraid her voice would tremble. Damn it, she wanted this. Why was she so nervous?
Before they reached the bed, Michael released her hand and faced her. There he stood, perfectly still, as though giving her time to change her mind. Back down, if that was her choice.
Hell, no. Sucking in a deep breath, she reached for his tie. Sweat popped out on her hairline as she fumbled with the knot. At last she gave up—she wanted to sleep with the guy, not strangle him. “I’m already out of my depth.” She gave him a lopsided smile.
The smile he returned was genuine, full of warmth. “Not at all.” He made short work of the tie, unfastening it and tossing it onto the bed. He made it look so easy, just like everything he did.
All right. Maybe his tie had her confounded, but for sure she could handle his shirt buttons. Before she undid the first button, though, he stopped her. “Wait.”
Her hands fell to her side as he slipped his arms around her. Barrett lost herself in the scent of him, soap and aftershave enlivened by the heat of his skin. Closing her eyes, she swayed into him, resting her head on his shoulder. In drowsy surprise, she heard the soft purr of her back zipper being lowered. The silky material fell from her shoulders as he undressed her.
He was good at this. Much better than she was. A tiny spurt of jealousy needled her. How much practice did he have?
What’s the difference? He’s here with you now.
She had to up her game. Stepping back, she let the dress slide down her torso, then gave a little shimmy to have it fall to the floor. The heat that sparked in his eyes filled her with satisfaction. Kicking the garment aside, she reached for his buttons.
He pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to hers, flicking his tongue against her lips until she opened them for his exploration. Cool air wafted against her bare back once he unhooked her bra.
“Wait.” Her plea was garbled by their kiss. “Wait.”
“What is it?” His eyelids were half lowered, his face flushed. His hard cock pressed against her belly and her body responded with a rush of moisture.
“I have to catch up.” She plucked at his shirtfront, only half undone while she was nearly naked.
“Barrett.” His tone was gentle. “We’re in this together. It’s not a competition.” His expression lit with tenderness and even a bit of humor.
He was right. They were in this together. She didn’t need to worry about keeping the upper hand or staying in control. Now, with him, she could just…
“Let go,” he murmured, drawing her close again. “Can you?”
Thanks so much, friends! Have a great day!
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