sabato 4 maggio 2013

PROMO: Illicit Love by Jane Lark + Give@way!

Illicit Love
Author: Jane Lark
Published: May 2nd by Sapphire Star Publishing

Trapped under the reign of a cruel keeper, Ellen Harding longs to be free. Under his oppression, her soul and conscience have died while her body lives on, fulfilling his dissolute desires. She is empty––a vessel––deaf to the voice of morality and blind to shame.

When her eyes are drawn to a beautiful man for no other reason than his looks, she imagines what it would be like to escape her chains for a night by giving her body to him.

But Edward Marlow is kind and gentle when he touches her, and her subconscious whispers, this man could be her salvation. Yet how can he help her when she has secrets which prevent her freedom?

Edward is restless, lonely, and a little angry with his lot in life—it is his only excuse for being drawn to another man’s mistress. The woman’s dark hair and pale eyes are striking, and he cannot take his gaze off her while she watches him over the top of a fan with an illicit intent in her eyes.

Once he’s known her, he cannot forget her, and once he’s seen the evidence of her supposed benefactor’s brutality, he wants to help her. But how can he when she will not run any more than she will speak of her past?

When a desperate Ellen finally relents and shocks Edward from his sleep, he doesn’t hesitate, he helps her flee .He just doesn’t know he’s running headlong into the secrets of her past.

Can love redeem a life of sin?

An Excerpt

Perfectly positioned to view one of the ton’s fairest sons, Ellen’s eyes were drawn from Lord Gainsborough’s playing cards to the man seated across the table—Lord Edward Marlow, the second born son of the tenth Earl of Barrington. He was newly in town and therefore a novelty, an enigma. Every mistress and courtesan in the room had been watching him all evening and she was no exception.
Lord Edward’s long, manicured fingers moved, poising above his cards. Ellen openly stared, the low light in the room and its stale hazy air, thick with tobacco smoke, hiding her scrutiny from the watching crowd.
His hair was dark brown and gentle curls tumbled from his crown, licking his forehead and the high collar of his black, tailed evening coat, Brutus style. In the candlelight, thrown by the chandelier above, his hair glistened with a variety of rich, roasted coffee bean shades.
His head lifted and she indulged her eyes with his severe yet perfect, profile. He exuded authority. The man was sleek strength and sophistication. The muscle of his jaw tight, his lips rose as if to smile, but hesitated as though some thought stopped him, and she saw doubt or indecision pass across his expression. Then his eyelids lifted and his dark, intense gaze clashed with hers, a deep blue, more like slate-gray.
Embarrassed and a little flustered, Ellen’s appraisal fell to his hands.
His fingers teased out a card and threw it to the table while she felt his gaze burn into her.
Desire stirring, she pictured the pleasure those fingers could give a woman and the air in the room was suddenly hot and thick, despite the cool winter night outside.

Ellen lifted her open fan and fluttered it gently to cool her skin as her gaze drifted back to his face. He was watching her still. One dark eyebrow rose and his broad lips smiled. Her gaze hovering on his, she mirrored his smile, her heart pounding as though she was already coupling with him. She imagined his mouth on hers and a hot blush touched her skin. The sweeps of her fan increasing, her imagination drifted on towards indecency—impossibility—picturing tangled limbs and warm flesh.
Light caught the jet-black pools in his eyes, as though he saw the pictures she was forming in her thoughts and his captivating smile twisted with implied agreement. It turned his features from handsome to utterly devastating.
A hot flush spread like a caress down her throat to her breasts and lower, racing across her skin.
“I shall raise you a hundred, Marlow. Will you match me?” Lord Gainsborough’s brusque challenge sliced through the silent communication she shared with Lord Edward.
His gaze tore away, his blank expression cutting her, apparently dismissing their flirtation. Instead it focused on Lord Gainsborough.
Ellen stood behind Lord Gainsborough and slightly to his side, in her protector’s shadow, oppressed. Oppression was Lord Gainsborough’s pleasure and Lord Gainsborough’s pleasure was her life.

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4 commenti:

  1. I have to say (being all sweet and boring) that the man who gets me all fired up, makes me lose my head, would have to be my amazing boyfriend.

    (Dimitri Belikov from Vampire Academy, is my major fictional-lust though) ;)

    1. Oh what a sweet answer *w*
      He should be proud of you!

      Dimitri Belikov.. mm... I am still at book #1 in the series but I am sure I will love him just like you, sooner or later ^^

      Good luck!

  2. Well, I'll go with a fictional charactor and say Kellan Kyle from Thoughtless series or Will from the Slammed series....Both for very different reasons are extra swoon worthy to me.

    1. New books to add to my list! ^^

      Never heard of them but I will be happy to meet them soon!

      Good luck!


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