Meet Dax
& Kate in the newest standalone in the Sphere of Irony Series.
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RELEASE DATE: June 7, 2015
Blurb
Dax Davies has one job to fulfill in the Davies household.
Earn money at the family business. The problem is that the family business was
illegal underground fighting.
From a young age, Dax and his brothers are groomed to become
money earners in their father's club. Broken bones and bruises are commonplace.
Their father pits the brothers against each other to 'toughen them up' for the
ring, using his rules to bend his sons to his will. His future is in the cage,
not on stage where he dreams of making music.
Kate Campbell loves one thing in life. Well, two. Soccer and
Dax Davies. Growing up in the poorest part of London, soccer is her personal
escape from reality and from the fact that Dax doesn't seem to know she exists.
She figures if she can be good enough at soccer, maybe she can get away from
Hackney, and leave the poverty behind.
Kate doesn't plan on ever getting to know Dax as more than a
passing acquaintance. In fact, she isn't meant to go with her friend to Dax's
father's business, but that one night changes everything.
***This is book 2 in the Sphere of Irony Series. It can be read
as a standalone. This is a spin-off of the Famous Series***
Excerpt
“Ready?”
Dax has gathered
his guitar and is holding open the door for me. “Yes, I suppose,” I say,
flashing him what I hope is a sexy smile and not an awkward grimace. A second
later, I feel utterly ridiculous in my pathetic attempt to seem flirty. I’m not
flirty, not even close.
My attempt must
not be as pathetic as I thought, because Dax’s usually glacial expression
lights up and he grins back. “After you.”
Wow. Being able to
pull that single smile from him gives me a heady sense of power. Dax doesn’t
smile for just anyone. In fact, I’ve only ever seen him smile for Adam and… me.
Forgetting about
my inadequacies for a change, we chat comfortably all the way to the tube
station, have a laugh at the confused tourists on the train, and jostle each
other playfully as we make our way to my flat. In fact, we’re having so much
fun we don’t realize how handsy we’re being with each other our joking has me
pulled against Dax’s wide chest, my head tilted back to stare into his molten
brown eyes.
Our laughter cuts
off abruptly. Something flickers behind those dark irises of his. Something
that sends tiny sparks zinging down my spine, flooding my body with warmth. He
looks as if… as if he’s going to kiss me. But he wouldn’t do that, right? I’m
the sporty girl. The boring one. Not the gorgeous type a bloke like Dax would
go for. Yet there’s no mistaking the heat in normally ice-cold his eyes.
Dax lowers his
head, his nose brushing against my cheek. An uncontrollable shudder wracks my
body and goose bumps cover my skin. His breath is hot on my ear. The contrast
between hot and cold overwhelming my body is as thrilling to feel as it is
confusing to see in Dax’s ever-changing moods. “Kate…” He inhales a ragged
breath, as if merely speaking is painful.
Before I can
blink, Dax’s huge, calloused hands are framing my face and his mouth brushes
across mine. At first it’s just a whisper, a tease, the contact barely there.
Then, I hear him inhale sharply and his lips press down forcefully, melding
with mine, urging me to open up with quick flicks of his tongue. I melt against
his solid body as he dominates the kiss, completely under his spell to do with
as he wishes. It seems to go on and on—a small slice of paradise in this
blighted spot of East London.
When he finally
pulls back, greedily stealing a few more nips at my mouth, he closes his eyes
and moans. “I knew you’d taste like heaven. You’re an angel, I just knew it.”
His voice is so quiet I wonder if he meant to say it out loud.
Naturally, I stand there like an idiot, saying nothing…
doing nothing. I’ve been kissed into complete stupidity.
Dax swipes the pad
of his thumb over my damp lips. “See you at school tomorrow.” Without giving me
a single hint of what he’s thinking, he turns and leaves. I touch my mouth,
running a finger over the same spot Dax touched. My heart leaps into my throat,
fluttering so fast I fear it may explode.
Great. I’m ruined.
My first kiss and it was nothing less than brilliant. Dax Davies just ruined me
for every other man from now until the day I die.
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About
the Author:
Heather
C Leigh
After growing up in New England, I
currently live just outside Atlanta, GA.
I love the Red Sox and hate the
Yankees.
I love hot, sexy romance novels, but
hate long, drawn out misunderstandings as a plot line.
I love book series, but hate
cliffhangers.
I love alpha males, but hate when
they borderline on abusive.
Mostly? I love love love chocolate.
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