Blurb:
Dark
Waltz--A sizzling legend of loss, lust and love.
It’s
the year 2030 and the human population has been annihilated by a
virulent form of small pox. Liasare Davidson is desperately
searching for her brother, who has been missing for three months.
It’s been eighteen years since she was evacuated from Earth and she
is horrified to see it’s become a cesspool of unimaginable things.
In
her quest to find her brother, she meets Jurek, a powerful and
enigmatic being that frightens her, yet she is unable to resist.
When things begin to unfold between them, they both discover a
paralyzing truth that puts Liasare at grave risk. She must make a
choice to join Jurek and find her brother or fulfill a role she
believes she is ill equipped to undertake.
Ok for the HAWT cover, ready!?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Steamy!
Now,
please enjoy an excerpt from A.M. Hargrove’s latest book, Dark
Waltz, a Praestani Novel, to be released November 2012.
Dark
Waltz, A Praestani Novel
by
A.M. Hargrove
“Going
somewhere?” that husky voice asked.
Crapitty
crap!
She
sucked in her breath and dropped her annihilator, as his voice
startled her. Before her brain could comprehend what was happening,
she felt her body swirling through a vortex. She finally came to rest
in another place.
Disoriented
and dizzy, she tried to focus on her surroundings, but everything
seemed to tilt sideways. She reached out her hand to stop herself
from falling, but only succeeded in grabbing a fistful of air. Not
knowing which way was up or down, she tried, unsuccessfully, to break
her fall. Instead, she felt her breath leave her body in a whoosh
as she
slammed into the ground.
Fighting
for oxygen, her diaphragm wouldn’t cooperate with her brain’s
commands. Worse yet, she felt a pair of hands latch onto her waist,
drag her to her feet and ram her back into a wall. Her head hung
down as she fought to draw in precious oxygen, yet found she was
still unable to do so. Then the asshole had the nerve to jam his arm
straight into her diaphragm and start demanding things of her.
“Who
do you work for?”
Her
mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a poor fish that had been
hauled out of the water, desperate to be thrown back in.
“I’ll
ask again, who do you work for?” he bit out each word with
precision.
Things
began to turn grey and hazy as the lack of air finally took its toll
on her brain. She knew she was going to pass out.
Double
crapitty crap!
Her
head lolled to the side and...blink, lights out.
Jurek
looked at her and cursed, “What the fuck?”
He
hadn’t realized she was so close to losing it. He laid her out on
the floor and looked at her for a moment. She wasn’t beautiful in
that traditional, cookie-cutter sense, but there was something about
her that enticed him. Her chestnut mane for one, and Jurek had
always been a sucker for women with beautiful hair, but those hazel
eyes of hers were something else. Her full lips were kissably soft,
he thought, as he ran his thumb along her mouth. He finally placed
his hand on her forehead and in seconds, she came to, moaning.
Her
eyes fluttered open and when the recognition in them flickered, those
hazel eyes shot sparks of gold. Hovering before her was the dark
haired man from the bar. She wouldn’t have had to open her eyes to
know it was him since every cell in her body was on fire with his
power.
Soft
black hair hung close to his shoulders and he wore it brushed back
off his face. Liasare briefly wondered if it would feel as soft as
it looked. He had a bit of scruff on his face; he obviously hadn’t
bothered to shave in the last couple of days. His lips were full and
sensuous and definitely made for kissing. In fact, Liasare could
imagine running her tongue along that lower lip of his, tugging on it
and gently sucking it. What made her nearly lose it were his eyes.
They were extraordinary. Lavender, rimmed in indigo with flecks of
silver swirling within their depths, Liasare had never seen anything
so stunning in her life.
Regaining
her senses, Liasare flew to her feet and threw a right uppercut that
connected beneath Jurek’s jaw. Had he been a lesser man, it would
have laid him out. Then she spun on her heel and began the motion
for an intended groin kick, but his quick reflexes caught her leg
before it connected and he flicked it off with his hand.
“You
flaming asshole. Who do you think you are? You fucking knock the
wind out of me and then you do it again for shits and giggles? Who
the hell do you think you are?”
“Watch
your language and I’m asking the questions here.”
“Not
anymore,” Liasare hissed as she turned to head out of the building.
Before
she could take another step, an arm snaked out and grabbed her around
the waist. He pulled her tightly against his chest and whispered
huskily into her ear, “I asked you a question. I want to know who
you’re working for and I don’t intend to let you go until I get
an answer.”
His
voice washed over her with that electrifying intense heat. She felt
her skin erupt in a million goose bumps as every hair on her body
stood at attention.
Damn
him,
she thought. How
can he have this kind of power over me? Fuck!
“You
have no idea Brownie.”
“Brownie?"
“Mmm.
Brownie. For that glorious mane of hair you have.” His hand
spanned across her stomach and she felt a million butterflies
suddenly erupt as he hugged her tightly against him.
“I’ll
bet you taste better than one too.” If she could have turned
around she would have seen the corners of his mouth turn up as he
baited her.
End
of preview
You
can find A.M. Hargrove and more information about Dark Waltz and her
other books at her website
or
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.