Next month, I’ll be releasing another fantasy/paranormal erotic romance entitled Hardened Desire. I thought I debut the full excerpt for today’s post.
What could Luc Mercier, a gargoyle who’s more than a century old, possibly have in common with modern introvert, Gillian Harris? Loneliness and isolation.
When meddlesome friends bring the two together, neither is prepared for the flurry of emotions nor revelations that overwhelm them. That is, until Gillian stumbles across the truth and struggles with how she let her guard down.
Learning to love again has never been harder.
Was he for real or what? Gillian mused while driving back to her High Park apartment. The stranger’s eyes captivated her, but also warned her not to get too close. There was something peculiar about his mannerisms. Who the hell actually kisses a woman’s hand when first meeting her these days? The age of polite men and chivalry only existed in history books and romance novels, and her life was anything but a romance novel.
Lizzie had crossed the line. What the fuck! Lizzie would be one dead chickie the next time Gillian saw her. If she wanted a date, she knew how to get one herself. Hell…the last thing I ever wanted was to be hand-fed a man.
Let alone the fact that she really didn’t have the time for one. It was bad enough this meeting put her into over-time, she still had work at eight in the morning. Yet, despite the inconvenience of this impromptu mini date—if you could call it as such—the man was charming in a distinguished sort of way.
Luc exuded a confidence that frightened her. Perhaps her inexperience with men dictated her apprehension, yet her inquisitive nature led her—or more accurately—dragged her on. She wanted to know more and understand what really attracted her to him in the first place.
Gillian backed into her designated parking space, narrowly missing the lamppost, utterly distracted by tonight’s events. She rushed into the building and ascended the staircase with expedience. She needed to talk to Lizzie and make sense of this, not to mention address the issue of her meddling.
Stepping into her apartment, she tossed her purse and briefcase aside and sought out her phone. Dialing Lizzie’s number, she kicked off her pumps and strode to the kitchen in hopes of finding wine, a cooler, anything. Anything to get her to relax, instead of freaking out. If there was ever a need for a stiff drink, now was one of those moments.
“There had better be a good reason for you to call and interrupt me,” the out of breath and exasperated voice answered.
Gillian squeezed her eyes shut, dumbfounded, pulling the phone away from her ear and smacking the hardware against the counter before returning it to her ear.
“Ugh! What did I ever do to you, Gillian?” Lizzie mumbled.
“Are you kidding me? What did you ever do to me? First of all, if you were in the middle of anything that involved being naked with a man, it’s your own damned fault for answering the phone. Secondly, I seem to recall a certain gentleman being directed to find me at Paradisio under your advisement. And don’t you dare tell me that you did nothing wrong!”
She hated being furious with Lizzie over this. She knew that good intention was meant, but if she didn’t draw the line at some point, she really had to wonder what was next.
Her friend scoffed then cleared her throat. “Listen, Gillian, first of all, I thought I was doing you a favor. And yes, I am in the company of two men…and yes, I said two. By the way, you should try it sometime. The man I sent to you seemed genuinely disappointed that he didn’t see you at the café tonight. Honestly, when are you going to learn to let go and live a little?”
So… What do you think? Have I intrigued you?