Happy Monday, sweeties. Today, I'm excited to host the lovely Elle Wright, aka Leslie Wright for her latest book release, The Forbidden Man. You just know this book is going to be hot by the cover alone. I can't wait to read it. :)
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THE FORBIDDEN MAN by Elle Wright
(July 28, 2015; Forever Mass Market; The Edge of Scandal #1)
Welcome back to sexy snippets. This week I'm sharing from Black Heart. Idris and Rahma are having a telephone conversation about Idris taking down some bad guys when this happens...
This is still a draft so pardon any errors.
The sound of a
soft moan and rapid breathing filtered through the phone, distracting him.
“You sound like
the dark avenger.”
“Hmmm?” His face
creased in a frown. Was she making a joke out of this? “Princess, this is no
comic book. It is real life.” His tone was chiding.
“Oh, come on. I
prefer it when you call me by my name. It’s so sensual. So sexy.”
Her slow drawled
out words made the crease between his brows deepen. Something about the tone of her
voice reminded him of the night he’d first met her. Her voice had the same
slurred hypnotic quality.
“Rahma, are you
“No. But I’d
like to get drunk on you. I want to taste you.”
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Today, I bring you a snippet from my current WIP Black Heart, a paranormal romance due out later this year.
wrapped around her upper arms and held her upright, her feet floating.
“Ki na lafiya?” he
asked in Hausa.
disorientated, her skin tingled. Stunned by the awareness wrapping around her
body, she stared into his mesmerizing black eyes. She’d never seen pupils that
dark before. They drew her attention, and kept her riveted on him.
“Are you okay?”
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Happy Hump Day, people! It's good to be back with the Mid Week Tease crew, thanks to the wonderful Sandra Bunino.
Today, I wanted to share with you the cover for my upcoming book due out in Fall 2015. Black Heart is the second book in the Black Warriors paranormal romance series.
Here is the draft blurb:
Cursed by an evil wizard to be scarred ugly during the
day and a wanton sex addict at night, Rahma Bawa spends her life locked up in
the palace hidden from sight, unwilling to make contact with men either during
the day or night. When she is informed that she only has months to live, she
swears she'd experience the one thing she’s yearned for in a long time.
Idris Mustafa is a man on the edge of darkness. The
leader of the Black Warriors and plagued by a horrible family history, he knows
he can never choose a life partner. To do so will be to sentence the woman to
death. Yet, the beautiful Princess Rahma sees beyond his dark heart, and he can't
Events are conspiring against them. There are others who
need Rahma to achieve ultimate power and will do whatever it takes to have her.
Will history repeat itself or can Idris and Rahma carve out a new destiny
Here's the teaser:
(In this scene, Rahma and Idris have just met for the first time. This is still just a draft, so pardon any errors.)
“I asked who you
were and what you are doing in the palace garden.” The girl shifted her stance,
folding her arms under her chest.
have done that. It drew his attention to the strain of her full breasts against
the blouse, her stiff nipples imprinted against the cotton as if begging his
another groan, he lifted his gaze to her face. Much safer, although the spark
of fire in her emerald eyes made him raise his brows in curiosity.
“I didn’t know
the grounds were out of bounds," he replied in an amused tone.
guests and members of the household are allowed at this end. And I don’t know
who you are.” The irritation in her voice did not hide their soft, husky tinge.
widened, this time with genuine delight, because instead of annoying him, her
voice sent a persistent pulse of excitement down his spine. He really wanted to
push her and see how far she’d go.
“Neither do I
know who you are?” He took a step in her direction. “I know the Emir and his
daughters. But I’ve certainly never met you before. So perhaps you’re the
“I certainly am
not.” She straightened to her full height, her chin tilted up. “I am Rahma,
first daughter to Adamu Dan Bawa, Emir of Jida.”
The way she
announced herself nearly made him laugh but he quashed it, keeping his
expression stern. Officially, her chaperone should have presented her to him.
But since she was here on her own, there was no one to introduce them. He liked
hand, he rubbed his chin, the less than day old stubble making a grating sound.
So this was the
elusive Rahma, he’d heard about but had never met before now. Rumor had it that
she stopped receiving guests about six months ago. He didn’t know why. Yet she
was still unmarried although the way she was covered up, one would think
otherwise. Was she betrothed? A husband could instruct the wife to cover up in
The way her eyes
blazed defiantly at him, he wondered who the lucky man was who had tamed a girl
with such sassiness. She certainly had more spunk that her sisters he’d met
earlier on today in a brief introduction. At the time he’d been told Rahma was
indisposed. Now he wondered what she’d been up to and why she’d hidden away.
“And you are out
here on your own without a chaperone? I doubt the Emir allows that. I think
you’re the intruder here. And I’m going to find out.”
He took another
step forward, testing her tenacity. Would she stand up to a stranger when any
other girl would have retreated?
This time wisdom
prevailed. She took a step back although her eyes didn’t lose their blaze of
dare to touch me. My father will have your head if you do.”
he said and folded his arms across his chest. “But you don’t know who I am, yarinya. Out
here, it is getting dark. I could do as I please and no one will come to your
Surely she could
see that with his bulk and her diminutive stature, he could easily overwhelm
her and she wouldn’t have any defense from him.
“Don’t call me
that,” she said in an irritable tone. “I’m not a child.”
“Oh but you are
in so many ways. In your eyes I can see that you are still untouched by a man.
It is only when a woman has felt the true touch of a man that she becomes a
In response she
snorted and glared at him with enough heat to start a bush fire.
“And I suppose
you’re the man to do the job. You’re offering your services, huh?” Her voice
dripped with sarcasm.
For the first in
weeks he laughed, with his hands on his hips and head tilted back. The darkness and strain that had been threatening to consume him lifted from his soul. He liked this girl, more than a
little. He froze as his laughter faded at the thought.
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