FATED DESIRES release day
When I first started writing Fated Souls I never imagined it would turn
into the series of books about fresh beginnings, new love, the fickle hands of
fate, family and friendship that it has. Each book sees me growing, not just as
a writer but as a woman.
In Souls
I explored my creativity, in Hearts
my courage and in Fated Desires I
tackled the lingering insecurities I hadn’t admitted a failed marriage had left
in its wake. My emotions gave the book a chick-lit leaning my publisher wasn’t interested
in pursuing, and while I edited it as much as I could without losing what had
made it such a triumph to write [and it was very much a triumph to type The End
as this story did not come easily or without some pain], Desires still has a decidedly empowering feel to it.
I hope that you enjoy it.
Jenna Gavin is searching for a fresh
start and, more importantly, for balance. Her heart, and perhaps the hands of
fate, have led her and her son to Trappers' Cove, Minnesota. Settling in the
small, quirky town, she's not in the market for a casual relationship but finds
herself in one with the young widower next door.
Former shortstop, Gabriel Foxx, is
drawn to his difficult new neighbor. The more the prickly divorcee tries to
keep him at arm's length, the more determined he is to break down her walls. He
can't avoid the passion Jenna inspires and his friendship with Finn has him
yearning for family, but Gabe won't allow himself to feel more.
When friendship grows complicated by
stronger emotions and mutual desire just isn't enough, will love be worth the
risk?
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Enjoy the following excerpt from Fated Desires:
She had drifted closer to him. Or him
to her. Jenna couldn’t be sure. But it would take only a shift of balance to
touch her body to his. Life was about balance. And the shifting of worlds. In
the space of a day her world had changed for better and for worse. She’d spent
the previous nine years trying to find her balance again.
Jenna felt the familiar kick of desire.
She’d never understood the girls who spoke of butterflies and stirrings. For
her it was more akin to a donkey kick—pleasurable, sure, like the first jolt of
caffeine in the morning and as sure and swift and strong. Her pulse sped up and
she knew the vein in her neck would visibly pulse; it did when she was angry
and when she was aroused. Gabe was sure to notice it. As she noticed his heart
pounding against her palm in a rhythm she found seductive.
She raised her gaze from the back of
her hand. His mouth was aligned with her own. She hadn’t realized how close in
height they were. All she had to do was…shift.
“This is the longest conversation we’ve
had.” Her voice was husky; she heard it, knew he would. He shifted,
imperceptibly but she sensed it.
“Maybe this,” his voice was husky too,
“is why.”
She thought she knew what he meant. The
tension between them was awareness.
“The day we met I wanted to get close
enough to see what color your eyes were. They’re gray. Like storm clouds.
Perfect.”
Jenna could feel his breath on the
flesh of her lips and her nipples tightened.
“Mom!”
Finn’s shout was punctuated by his feet
drumming down the stairs. Gabe brushed his lips over the curve of her cheek,
his eyes conveying amused regret, and slipped out the back door, barely making
a sound. Jenna grabbed the counter and breathed. She needed to settle herself
before her son found his way to the kitchen.
What
the hell?
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