Summer Lovin' Blog Hop

Welcome to the Summer Lovin' Blog Hop. 

Over fifty authors and bloggers have joined together to give you the chance to win an awesome bundle of books as well as read some great posts. Be sure to go to each blog  and comment with your email to up your chances of winning. Each comment counts as an entry! Our lovely bloggers are also offering individual prizes so be sure to check them out. I am giving away a copy of Borderland Beauty along with several titles in the main prize bundle.

So we're all blogging about Summer Lovin'. Now this blog is strictly PG so I can't heat you all up too much but I thought I'd share a snippet from one of my first novels, Summer Siege. Appropriate don't you think?

Sleep eluded her as she tossed on the creaking mattress, linen sheets snarling between her legs. A light film of perspiration painted her skin and her chemise clung to her. In a bid to find some relief, she threw off her sheets, giving up on the notion of sleep. Her mind teased as she moved over to the window, words and images besieging her, all comprised of one person and one person alone.

Tristan.

She let out a frustrated cry. A sound from the next room startled her and Madeline clamped a hand over her mouth. Tristan’s room adjoined hers--the top floor of the manor being laid out so that each room opened into the next. Her room was the rearmost so that her father could keep her sequestered away at his will.

Barely daring to breathe, she listened intently. She was sure she heard a thud but all was quiet now. Stepping lightly across the cool floor, she grimaced as rushes rustled beneath her toes. Reaching the door separating them, she placed an ear to the wood.

Naught.

Madeline moved her head back, feeling foolish, but another noise drew her attention. Could she hear him breathing? Surely not. Through the thick stone walls and solid door it was unlikely. Flexing her hand against the rough wood, she laid it flat, as if drawing the spirit of Tristan into it. There it was. It was as if she could feel his presence regardless of what separated them.

The door swung open abruptly and she bit back a squeal as she found herself confronted by the sight of gilded flesh.

“Madeline? I heard a cry…” he trailed off as the air thickened around them, like the sultry heat before a storm.

Madeline openly stared at him, aware her mouth dropped. Stood in naught more than braies, the cold glow of nature’s illumination did little to hide every glorious dip and curve of his muscular frame. His hair was tousled, his eyes hooded from sleep. Each little imperfection served only to enhance his masculine beauty.

Of its own will, her hand reached out hesitantly, shaking as it pressed against the smooth plane of his chest. The blistering heat that leaped through her body shocked her and, as he stiffened under her touch, she heard the sharp intake of his breath and knew he had felt it too.

“Close your eyes,” he murmured.

She did, unquestioningly. Tristan’s hand grazed over the top of hers, holding it to his chest. Stood for what seemed like eternity, and yet, not long enough, he finally spoke. “Do you feel it?”

She felt the heavy thud of his heart, echoing the aching thump that reverberated within hers. Their breath came raggedly now and yet he did naught, simply held her hand in place. His breath whispered over her hair and she trembled at his close proximity.

“Why do you fight this? Why do you fight us?”

Fight? Was she fighting? She felt as weak as a lamb, limbs as liquid as oil. She opened her eyes and met his intense gaze. 

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