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Excerpt – A Christmas Miracle by Amy Andrews

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Her knight in shining leathers! 

Trinity Walker has learned the hard way to stand on her own two feet for her sick son, Oscar. But, when ex-army surgeon Reid Hamilton walks into her life and offers her a job and a home, she can’t refuse! 

He might ruffle her feathers, but Trinity can’t help falling for the knight in motorbike leathers. Reid never expected this little family to bring such sparkle into his cynical life but now he’ll do whatever it takes to give Trinity the love she deserves this Christmas!

EXCERPT

Trinity was in the kitchen making a banana cake when Reid came home. She tensed as she glanced at the clock – ten past two. His footsteps diverted to the living room and she heard the rumble of two male voices for a couple of minutes.

Then he appeared in the kitchen.

He hesitated for a moment when he spotted her at the bench before nodding and crossing to the fridge. He pulled out a beer, twisted the top and tossed it into the sink from where he stood.

It landed with a clink.

He tipped his head back and took several long swallows. It took all Trinity’s willpower to keep her eyes on the job at hand and not feast her gaze on his neck.

“You do know Chase flirts with every woman with a pulse, right?”

The sentence came from out of the blue. She’d been feeling happy since returning from Allura. But Reid seemed hell bent on ruining that, too.

“Gee thanks,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as a spike of temper infected her blood stream. “You sure know how to make a girl feel real special.”

“Oh for -” He bit off whatever expletive he’d been about to utter. “I just meant you should be careful, the guy wouldn’t know monogamy if it bit him on the ass.”

“Who says I’m after monogamy?” she snapped.

He blinked, clearly taken aback. Good. A slightly crazed sensation pushed at the inside of her skull as an urge to let fly took hold. She’d learned not to argue over the years. Not to rock the boat. To grind her teeth and quietly submit.

But, screw him. She was really pissed off now.

“I would have thought being a single mum and having to think about Oscar –”

Don’t bring Oscar into this.”

“I’m just saying,” Reid pushed, obviously not going to let it drop. “He’s not daddy material.”

“I’m not going to marry the man,” Trinity said, letting the spoon fall to the bench with a clatter as she crossed to the pantry and opened the doors.

She searched the shelves for vanilla. She knew it was in here because Reid used it to make French toast on the weekends.

God, she’d never be able to eat French toast again without thinking of him in this kitchen, beating eggs and flipping bread fried to a perfect golden brown.

Her anger cranked up another notch.

She glanced over her shoulder. Reid was glowering at her and it pissed her off even more.

“Maybe I just want to a quick tumble,” she said, her cheeks burning, her pulse throbbing wildly at her temples. “A few hours of goddamn pleasure. You ever thought of that?”

She turned back to stare blindly at the shelves.

Where was the bloody vanilla?

“Seeing as how you don’t fancy me,” she said, not bothering to turn this time because his rejection of her still stung, “why shouldn’t I look somewhere else?”

“Don’t fancy you?” His voice was deep and dark, brimming with pissed off.

Before she could blink his hands were on her shoulders and she was spun around and pushed hard against the pantry door. His face loomed up close, white hot flame burning in the blue eyes that raked her face. His breathing was husky, his chest heaving.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he muttered, each word puffing his breath in her face, disturbing her fringe, “If you had any idea how much I wanted to rip your underwear off with my teeth the other night you’d run screaming from this house.”

Trinity’s heart rate skyrocketed as his grip on her upper arms tightened and his lips slammed onto hers.

It was a kiss that took. That ruled. That owned.

Possessive. Demanding. His tongue thrusting into her mouth, taking the kiss deeper. The graze of his beard marked her face, prickling everywhere.

She felt it everywhere.

She was a slave to the sensation. A slave to the onslaught.

His thigh jammed between her legs, high and hard, grinding against the apex of her thighs. She moaned as her aching flesh revelled in the delicious torture, rubbing herself shamelessly against him.

As quickly as it had started, it was over. His mouth was gone. The kiss was done. His hands still gripped her arms though, his thigh still jammed between her legs, the only things keeping her from collapse.

They stared at each other for long moments, nothing but ragged breathing between them. His mouth was wet and swollen, the white hot flame in his gaze burning brighter. He grabbed her hand and shoved it on the hard bulge pressing against the zipper of his bike leathers.

“This is not,” he whispered, “about me not fancying you.”

He let her go abruptly and stormed out of the room.

Trinity’s legs wobbled for a beat or two before they lost the ability to keep her upright and she slid down the pantry door to the floor, her fingers pressed to her mouth, her mind wiped of coherent thought.

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Excerpt – Swept Away by the Seductive Stranger by Amy Andrews

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When that guy on the train turns out to be your boss! 

Nurse Felicity Mitchell’s train journey of a lifetime is even more unforgettable when she meets Callum Hollingsworth. Neither is looking for temptation, but that doesn’t stop them from sharing one hot, wild night! 

Except when they disembark, they learn that what happened on the train won’t stay on the train. Because the gorgeous stranger is Flick’s new boss…and it’s increasingly difficult to keep their chemistry under control and leave it at just one night!

 

I hope you all enjoy the following excerpt. Just to set it up – Callum is accompanying Felicity on home visits for the first time in an effort to get to know the community better. Its not something a city surgeon is used to….

 

What followed was an intense five hours. Callum saw the gamut of small town life all in one afternoon as Saint Felicity ministered to her flock. It wasn’t the most efficient system he’d ever seen. Too much chatter and drinking of tea and eating of cake or whatever piece of homemade cooking was presented to them for his liking but it appeared to be the ritual and with Felicity’s advice ringing in his ears there was no way he was declining. He’d never eaten so well in his life.

He was going to have to do some serious working out when he got back to Sydney.

He followed Felicity’s lead after earning her glare when he’d declined something at their second stop. It just wasn’t done, apparently. And she was right, the patients were leery of him to start with so if eating food that was offered at all their dozen stops helped with the warming up process then when in Rome…

That all changed when they got to their last call – Meryl’s house. She didn’t appear to have a last name or require any kind of formal address as Felicity’s other patient’s had.

Just Meryl, apparently.

Her house was a small cottage with a deep bull-nosed veranda. Dream catchers and wind chimes of all types and sizes hung from the guttering. The pungent spice of incense prickled Callum’s nose and a small shrine with a Buddha and a variety of candles and flowers was set up in one corner of the living room.

Meryl took to him right away. She was sitting in a big stuffed recliner and was possibly the wrinkliest person Callum had ever met. But there was a strength and agility to her movement that made him think she was probably younger than she appeared.

He stuck out his hand when Felicity introduced them. Her hand was soft but her grip was firm as she pulled him nearer, forcing him to lean in closer.

“Cal,” she murmured, immediately shortening his name in a husky voice that sounded like the product of a pack a day habit. She looked straight into his eyes, taking her time to study him. “You have an unhappy aura,” she finally declared releasing his hand.

Callum glanced at Felicity for an interpretation. In case there was one other than the obvious – Meryl was a little nutty. She shot him the most faux innocent eyebrow raise he’d ever seen in her life. He should have known that someone who lived in a house guarded by dream catchers was going to be a little…alternate.

“Meryl reads auras,” she said a small smile playing on her mouth.

That little knowing smile drew attention to her mouth and it was just about the damn sexiest thing he’d ever seen. All week he’d been trying not to think about that mouth and where she’d put it on his body. Her attitude towards him had helped. But now she was finally pulling the stick out of her butt it was impossible not to go there again.

Impossible not to want to familiarise himself with it again and kiss the smile right off that sexy mouth.

“Hmmm, it’s looking a little happier now,” Meryl mused.

Callum blinked at the running commentary on the state of his aura pulling his gaze from Felicity’s. He gave himself a mental shake. The last thing he wanted Meryl proclaiming was his aura’s massive hard on.

“Sit down here, Cal,” Meryl said, patting an old vinyl chair beside her.

Callum would rather sit outside in the car but there was no way he could get out of this without looking rude. The normal rules of doctoring just didn’t apply in the community, certainly not in a house that could have belonged in Oz.

He glanced at Felicity, she was obviously finding the situation highly amusing.

“What colours Felicity aura?” he asked, turning to give all his attention to Meryl. Thankfully, Felicity was on his right so he could see her smile slowly deflating.

Although he was sure she had no cause to worry. The saintly Felicity’s aura was no doubt rainbow-esque and probably smelled like strawberries and candy canes.

“It’ll be the same as usual,” Meryl said flicking her gaze to Felicity. Callum was inordinately pleased when the older woman frowned a little. “Or maybe not…It’s usually so balanced but it does look a little…ruffled today.”

Callum smiled as the tables were turned and Felicity frowned and pressed a hand to her belly. Meryl’s gaze cut back to him and he pressed his lips together so she couldn’t see him gloating although there was something all seeing about Meryl that couldn’t be easily dismissed.

Her eyes narrowed speculatively. “You’re staying at Luci’s place, right?”

Callum nodded feeling on solid ground with standard questioning. “Yes. And she’s staying at my place in Sydney.”

“And how long are you staying in Vickers Hill for?”

“I’m here for eight weeks.”

“No.” Meryl shook her head slowly as her gaze darted all around his head before peering into his eyes. It was more thorough than any of the dozens of specialists with their fancy high-powered microscopes had ever managed.

Frankly, it put an itch up his spine.

“You’ll be here for much longer than that.”

Callum broke the eye contact with difficulty. No. He was going back to Sydney. To his harbour-side apartment and his job that started in the New Year. Vickers Hill was just a pit stop. A place for some clear air.

He glanced at Felicity who wasn’t looking so sure of herself now either. She appeared ready to deny it if he didn’t.

“I can assure you,” Callum said, dredging up his most positive smile for Meryl. It wasn’t one he’d used a lot these last two years and it didn’t feel right on his face. “I’m only here short term.”

Meryl just smiled and patted his hand. “You’ll see. It’s okay,” she assured. “It’ll work out. You were meant to come here. It’s your destiny. It’s in your aura.”

Callum didn’t know what to say to that. Clearly Meryl wasn’t about to change her mind and what did it matter what some crazy old lady on an incense high who read auras said?

He was in charge of his destiny.

“Right, well.” Felicity clapped her hands together. “Let’s get your blood pressure checked, Meryl.”

Callum vacated the seat grateful to her for rescuing him from any more talk of auras and destinies and staying in Vickers hill.

He could have kissed her.

He really could have kissed her.

 

 

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Seven Nights With Her Ex!

Hello and welcome! Can you believe it’s nearly the end of August? I’ve already started planning Christmas! It’s shocking.

Well, my next book is about to be out, depending on where you live and whether you want to purchase a Kindle version or the paperback – Seven Nights With Her Ex.

It’s set in Yellowstone Park and I had great fun writing this story (*read moments of sheer terror that I no longer had the ability to write a book/should never have set it outdoors/must have been having an out of body experience/occasional moments of joy)

516YRfywusL._SX314_BO1,204,203,200_But by the time I had my first draft done, I was beginning to feel calmer. Beau and Gray, the hero and heroine of my story were beginning to cooperate and by the time I’d redrafted once or twice (maybe even three or four times) with the help of my editor, Nic, I finally had a story that I was really happy with. When I read it now, I cannot find the chapters that haunted me, the chapters that I struggled with or the chapters that made me want to run screaming into the streets.

So I thought today, I’d share with you a little snippet from Chapter One. Hopefully to whet your appetite! Beau has just arrived at the ranger station in Yellowstone Park and has discovered that the man who left her at the altar twelve years ago, is also going to be sharing the next seven days with her! But here we start with Gray’s POV.

But here there was peace. And quiet. And–

The door swung open with a loud creak and suddenly she was there. Alone. Before him. Those ice-blue eyes of hers were staring him down. Cold. Unfeeling.

He got to his feet, his mouth suddenly dry.

‘I think it’s time I made some rules about the next week.’ she crossed her arms, waiting for his response.

‘Beau, I–‘

‘First of all,’ she interrupted, holding up her hand for silence, ‘I think we should agree not to speak to each other. I appreciate that circumstances may not always allow for that, so if you do speak to me, then I’d prefer it was only about the course. Nothing else. Nothing personal.’

‘But I need to–‘

‘Second of all, you are to tell no-one here what happened between us. I will not become the subject of idle gossip. And thirdly, when this is over, you will not contact me, you will not call. You will maintain the silence that you have been so expert at keeping for the last eleven years. Do you understand?’

He did understand. All too keenly. She wanted nothing to do with him. Which was fair enough. Except that he felt that now she was here, right in front of him, this week might be his chance to explain everything. Forget a pathetic phone call or a scrappy little email. That had never been his style anyway. He had seven days in which to lower her walls, get her to accept his white flag of truce and ask her to listen to him.

So! Hope you guys enjoyed that. Seven Nights With her Ex is available from the Mills and Boon website, Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk, plus Barnes and Noble and Kobo. (Click on any of the blue highlighted text to take you straight through to a buy link)

Enjoy what’s left of August! (School starts soon. Eek!)

Louisa xxx

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Love at the Library (and some news)

As romance readers, we’ve all done a bit of falling in love at the library!  And in the UK, Mills and Boon, The Reading Agency and over 80 libraries around the country, have joined forces to encourage readers to fall in love at their local library.

The scheme is running until 31st July, and all of the participating libraries have created their own Mills and Boon displays.  For a list of libraries taking part, please see the Mills and Boon blog.  And even if you’re not able to visit in person, you can still see some of the fantastic displays on Twitter, at #LoveAtTheLibrary.

And now for our other news.  At the beginning of 2016 we announced some changes and additions to the blog.  Our features, guest blogs and regular blogs have all been popular, but the two most visited were the Medical Romance editors’ blog in January, announcing the 2016 Medical Fast Track, and Jennifer Taylor’s blog last month for Myeloma Awareness Week.

We owe a big thank-you to all of our guest bloggers, and we’ll be bringing you more guest blogs during the next six months.  And in addition to the regular features that we introduced at the beginning of the year, starting in September some of our Medical Romance authors will be posting excerpts from their latest books.  So there’s lots to look forward to!

We’re always open to new ideas, so if there’s anything you’d like us to consider for the future, please do let us know.  And lastly – but most importantly – a huge thank you to all of our lovely readers!