... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Debbie
Can you please contact Amy Andrews at amy (at) amyandrews (dot) com (dot) au to receive your copy of The Colonel's Daughter
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from The Billionaire's Passionate Revenge by Jennifer St George.
Blurb
Heiress Lady Zara Ravensdale and Xavier Hunt, the gardener's son, were
once inseparable. But before their romance had a chance to bloom, it was
crushed by scandal and betrayal.
Xavier is now an international celebrity and sexier than sin while Zara
is deep in debt, running Ravensdale Manor as an upmarket hotel to make ends
meet. Unable to forget the past, Xavier returns to the manor, determined to
exact his revenge on the Ravensdale family – once and for all.
Together again, passions reignite and the old chemistry becomes
impossible to ignore. But Xavier and Zara are both keeping secrets and neither
can forget their troubled history. Will they be able to uncover the truth of
that night or will Xavier's need for revenge tear them apart forever?
The Billionaire's Passionate Revenge is the third book in the
Billionaire series.
Scene set-up
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His arms circled her waist, bringing her body flush with his. So close. So close she could feel the beat of his heart. Her breath stalled.
The Billionaire's Passionate Revenge is out on September 15th but is available for pre-order now at Amazon, iTunes, Kobo and other e-tailers so I do hope you'll drop by your local e-book store and pick one up.
Zara fell
ill just days before she was to host a charity Fair at her ancestral family home,
Ravensdale Manor. Xavier stepped in to complete the final preparations so the event didn't fail. After all, the charity was for a very worthy cause. But was his hard work only for the charity or was
there something else at play?
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‘I think you’ll find that the stables are now
satisfactory for the charity auction,’ Xavier said.
He hauled open the heavy wooden doors, his muscles
tensing and bunching under his T-shirt. She held herself tight, to stop herself
reaching out and running her hands over those gorgeous shoulders.
‘Your new exhibition space,’ he announced with a
flourish.
She stepped inside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust
to the dim light. She’d explained to the fair organisers that the space would
still be rather rustic but clean.
Slowly, the transformation of the space became clear.
She gasped, staring, eyes wide. Xavier turned on the lights and the reality of
what he’d achieved in three days was revealed. An electric tingle ran down her
arms and her hands flew to her chest.
Whitewashed walls, a freshly laid wooden floor,
pearly-white down lights that directed the light into all the right spaces. The
beautiful old beams had been sanded back, taking off hundreds of years of muck,
and had been finished with a beautiful golden stain. The natural beauty of the
ancient wood shone, highlighted against the simple white walls. The old grimy
stables were now better appointed than the local art gallery.
‘How . . . What . . . How . . .’
She didn’t even know what questions to ask.
He took her hand and walked her to the middle of the
room.
‘Well, I was going to do what you’d planned. Clean it
out and whitewash the walls, but it had so much potential. I couldn’t stop at a
little paint. So I drew up some plans and called in some help.
She turned slowly around and around, drinking in the
changes. Xavier had perfectly blended the old-world charm of the building with modern
features. It must have cost a fortune.
The heavy pressure of panic settled on her chest. ‘Xavier,
I can’t afford this.’
He held both her hands. ‘Don’t worry. I’ve got it
covered.’
‘But . . . why would you do this?’
she asked weakly, not believing it was all real.
‘Well, we couldn’t let the kids down and you were
sick, so. . . .’
Pure love flooded her heart. She threw her arms about
his neck and hugged him tight. How could she ever have doubted this man?
‘Thank you. Thank you.’
This was her Xavier. The man she’d loved. Surely this
must clear the slate of his teenage misdemeanours. He was honourable. He was
ethical. He was trustworthy.
His arms circled her waist, bringing her body flush with his. So close. So close she could feel the beat of his heart. Her breath stalled.
He drew her closer. This was no friendly hug. The
light caress of his breath stroked her neck. He brushed his cheek against the
sensitive skin beneath her ear, then his lips followed. Fire blazed through her
bloodstream. She drew in a stuttering breath.
‘Xavier,’ she whispered, her voice already altered
with desire.
‘Say it again. Say my name again.’
His demand drove beads of desire deep, down low. Hell,
she wanted to scream his name.
‘Xavier,’ she breathed, her lips close to his ear.
His body shuddered and he trailed kisses down her
collarbone. She ran her fingers through his hair.
He straightened. The rings around his irises looked
like molten gold, his eyes smouldering with want.
‘Now say you want me,’ he commanded.
His words sent a shiver of raw desire straight to her
core. Zara placed her palms on his cheeks and drew his face in close to hers.
The scent of cloves and raw masculinity assailed her nostrils. She dragged in a
breath, dizzy with need. Her body demanded to be touched.
‘I’ve never stopped wanting you.'
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In the meantime you have a chance to win a free e-copy if you leave a comment on this question - have you ever been part of organising a charity event - big or small? Did it all run smoothly?
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from the fabulous Sue McKay will be posted!
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