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His Secret Love
by Anya Summers
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GENRE: Erotic Romance
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BLURB:
Meghan
Mallory has a plan for her life and it does not involve falling in love. She
doesn’t have the time nor the inclination. She’s too busy trying to save the
world. But when a freak snowstorm puts her in the path of a man she has
secretly been fascinated with for years, she is forced to reconsider her stance
on dating. Spencer is rude and obnoxious with his bad boy swagger but then he
rescues her when she gets stranded on the side of the road, like a knight in
tarnished armor, and sweeps her away to his house to ride out the blizzard.
Spencer
Collins likes his life just fine, thank you very much. As the owner of the
lifestyle club Cuffs & Spurs in Jackson Hole, he has a bevy of available
subs who are his to command – not that any of them have held his interest in
longer than he can remember. When his best friend’s sister-in-law gets herself
into trouble, Spencer heads out to rescue the little brat who is in need of a
firm hand. But he never expects to be forced to confront the incendiary heat
that has always existed between them.
As
the storm rages around them, they surrender to a passion hotter than the sun.
Now that he has felt her surrender, Spencer attempts to lure Meghan into his
world. But will they let go of their pasts or will they allow secrets to
destroy them?
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EXCERPT TWO:
“You’re
wasting time. If we don’t get a move on, we’ll both be stuck out in this mess.
Just leave it. No one’s going to mess with it.”
She
hefted the bag and slammed the car door before she whirled on him. Snow and
wind battered her face as she glared at him. “First of all, I didn’t ask for
your assistance although I am grateful for it. Second, some of this equipment
is worth more than my car so there’s no way I’m
leaving
it behind to freeze, and wind up losing my job. Third, what crawled up your ass
today? Or any day, for that matter? Would it kill you to, I don’t know, not be
a complete asshole?”
Spencer’s
full mouth, framed by his black beard, firmed into a hard line and he glowered.
The man made curling up with a mountain lion seem downright appealing.
“Depends
on the day. Give me those and get your ass in the truck.” He didn’t ask, just
reached out and removed the bags from her hands before he stomped up the
embankment to his big black monster truck. Even trussed up as he was in his
black parka, she could detect the power in him. It emanated from him, was an
integral part of his essence. His confident strides were long and chock-full of
determined purpose. His jeans carried a fine dusting of snow.
Meghan
locked the car with her key fob, then slogged up the embankment behind him. In
the last two hours at least another three inches of snow had fallen, blanketing
the ground in a sea of white. If she remembered the weatherman’s forecast
correctly, they were predicting over two feet. At least her hiking boots were suitable
for snow and her thick parka insulated her well enough.
Spencer
had already tossed her bags in the back seat and had the passenger door open
for her when she stepped up beside him. Before she could comment on his rescue,
needle him as was her fashion, his big hands gripped her waist. The simple
touch acted like a lightning rod slashing her composure, making her slow to
react. He lifted her up, shoved her inside, and dumped her rather curtly so
that her butt plopped onto the leather bucket seat. The snarky—and most likely bitchy—remark
stuck in her throat. Their gazes clashed and a jolt of unbidden desire razored through
her system. It left her breathless and shaken. And, if anything, Spencer’s face
hardened even further into a stern mask of disapproval, like he was in a
competition with Mount Rushmore for whose face looked more like stone. With a
scowl furrowing his black brows, Spencer retreated as if she’d burned him.
“Buckle
up,” he commanded and slammed the door shut.
She
curled her hands into fists, even as warmth from his heater spread through her.
The man had the proclivity and seemed hellishly bent on driving her to physical
violence. And why, oh why in the holy hell did her body respond to him the way
it did? Every. Time. It was like sticking her finger in an electrical socket.
She
didn’t even like the overbearing jerk. But tell that to her body and girly
bits. They sure as hell didn’t see it that way. Her damn fool hormones would
prefer she cozy up to him and give him carte blanche permission to do whatever
naughty things he could cook up. Word around the sub club campfire was that the
man knew how to cook… and then some.
He
vaulted into the driver’s side seat without a word, shifted the vehicle into
drive and steered the behemoth truck back onto the road. He was traveling in
the opposite direction from Carter’s house. It was on the tip of her tongue to
correct him but Spencer saved her the headache as he piloted the truck around
snow drifts and over slick stretches of road where the pavement disappeared
entirely beneath a blanket of snow. His wipers swished furiously on high,
headlights and floodlights on to illuminate the path forward. Not that it did
much good in the white out conditions. Visibility was at zero. They could see
about ten feet in front of his truck and that was all.
He
placed his phone to his ear. “Carter. I found her. Roads are too bad to make it
out to your place tonight. I’ll take her to mine and she can weather the storm
there. Yep, will do.”
His
place? He was taking her to his place? They were going to be in the same location,
alone, the two of them, without supervision? Would they survive the night
without strangling each other?
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AUTHOR BIO:
Born
in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew
up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands
on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of
books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore,
she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she
graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in
History.
Anya
is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres.
She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae
Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores
attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently
lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.
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ANYA’S UPCOMING BOOKS:
His Cherished Love ~ April 25, 2019
Loved by
the Beast ~
May 24, 2019
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