While I work on Book 3 in the Energetics’ Series (Nixie and the Healer), I have a countdown deal on Amazon for Blaize and the Maven, and it’s available at more than a 60% discount.
Go get it here:
Amazon.com: Blaize and the Maven is discounted on Amazon.com to 99c from Monday March 11 until Monday March 18 2019.Amazon.co.uk: Blaize and the Maven is discounted on Amazon.co.uk to 99p from Wednesday March 13 until Wednesday March 20 2019.
Here’s an extract from the book to whet your appetite…
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He reached for her, and with nowhere to go, her back against the dressing table, she couldn’t dodge him without looking like a child. But he only took her hand in his.
“We’re connected now, Blaize.”
“I know.” His hand felt cool, dry, and comforting. She wasn’t sure whether to wrench hers away or to grab him with her other hand and pull him in tight.
“It’s more than just the Maven-Adherent connection.”
“Sexual attraction’s a powerful connection, true.” She refused to give an inch.
He moved a little closer. Too close. “It’s more than that, Blaize.”
His breath rifled through her hair. His scent was musky and male, and she felt light-headed. To hell with it. She’d made her intentions clear. If he wanted to pine for a relationship, that was his problem. And anger made for heat. And she was in her element in hot weather.
She licked her lips, and looked up at him. She slowly reached to put a hand on his hip. His hair, messy as always, cast shadows on his face in the dim evening light of the room, and his eyes, almost lost in darkness, fixed on hers. Her hand slipped around to his lower back and dipped to touch the skin underneath his black chinos. He took an audible breath. His hands went to her head, cradling it in his hands. She shivered as one of his hands cupped her neck and drew it towards him.
She was transfixed. Hypnotised. Her nerve endings were on fire with anticipation. His body lined itself up against hers. He leaned down towards her mouth, and she closed her eyes and tilted her face up, ready. It was going to be a wild ride.
He dropped a light kiss on her mouth … and then, nothing. She opened her eyes in confusion. He’d gone. She heard him call back up the stairs, “We will talk, Blaize.” The front door shut and the lock snicked behind him.
She was still in the same place minutes later after his footsteps had died away.
What the fuck?
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