Welcome to Amber Morgan, who brings her fabulous new book. Here it!
I wrote the first draft of THROUGH
HER EYES in 2011. It was very different to the final product – much shorter,
with no real romance. That might be why it's taken five years for it to finally
see the light of day! I thought I had a pretty cool concept, but the story
itself wasn't quite right. When I returned to that first draft last year, I had
a much clearer idea of what kind of story I wanted: a romantic suspense with a
light paranormal element. Even then, it still took me until early 2015 to
finally get the story in the shape I wanted it. I think it's been worth the
wait, and the work. I hope you agree!
Blurb
Six years ago, Keira nearly died at the hands of a serial killer. The
experience left her with more than just physical scars. She was psychically
linked to the killer, a helpless witness to all his crimes. Now the man known
as the Shoreditch Slasher has killed again, and Keira is dragged right back
into his path. Detective Dom Abbott believes Keira's link to the killer will
help the police finally catch him, even if it means putting the woman he loves
in danger. With Dom to protect her, Keira is willing to risk almost
anything...But where will her strange gift lead her?
Author Bio and Links
Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban
fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance,
anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once).
She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and a
demanding cat.
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AmberMorganWrites
Twitter - https://twitter.com/AmberMothling
Blog - http://ambermorganwrites.weebly.com/
EXCERPT.
His intentions were
fiercely clear when he kissed her.
She gasped into his
mouth, thrilled by the heat of his kiss. He knotted one hand in her hair,
forcing her head back. At the same time, he backed her against the wall,
pinning her in place while he devoured her mouth with his, forceful and almost
painfully demanding. She moaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain. His touch, his
kiss, his hands... It was all exquisite, but this position – forced against the
wall, held firm by a powerful man... It stirred dark memories.
Dom must have sensed her
inner turmoil, because he broke the kiss, stepping back with a groan.
"Dammit, Keira—"
"I don't want you
to stop," she said quickly, afraid he'd end things before they'd even
begun.
"I'm not bloody
stopping." He gripped her shoulders, pulling her in close. "Believe
me, I'm not. But all the times I imagined fucking you, Keira Swanson, I never
once imagined doing it in my front room with a half-eaten pizza at our
feet."
She laughed, heart
hammering and making her feel bold and reckless. "How did you imagine
it?"
"All kinds of
ways." He traced her lips with his finger. "Rough, slow, in silk
sheets, in the shower, with blindfolds, strawberries, ice cubes,
handcuffs..." He ground against her and nipped her earlobe. Keira shivered
in delight, pressing back against him. "Drove myself mad imagining all the
things we could do. But pizza boxes were definitely never involved."
She shivered
pleasurably, electricity seeming to zip between her clit and her nipples at his
words and his touch. She'd imagined it too – all those scenarios and countless
more, and the thought of actually doing it was as surreal as any outer-body
experience. It made her fears about initiating intimacy fall away. Dom wanted
her. It was plain in every line of his body, in the way he pushed his hips
against her, the way he stared at her so hungrily. She didn't need to wonder
how to do this. It would be as natural as breathing.
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