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| The Eggcerpt Exchange |
Michelle and I are participating in the Eggcerpt Exchange. I've got JEM on my blog and she has a new excerpt from Lessons in Love on her blog. Once you've finished reading about Jem, hop on over and see what Pam and Rob are up to now. http:
JEM
Two injured, stubborn souls
meet unexpectedly. Will they save each other from their demons or have they
been too damaged for too long to see past the pain?
I can’t believe
I’m being this bold, but I need him. I need some comfort, I need to feel safe.
I want to forget that Connor has violated my space. And I can’t deny that I’ve
been attracted to him from the start. Now is as good a time as any to act on
it. We’re standing by my bed, facing each other. He looks awkward. I feel a
nervous laugh bubbling inside me. Awkward is a strange look on him, he’s always
so confident and self-assured. Maybe he’s having second thoughts. Before he has
chance to change his mind I reach for the hem of his t-shirt. His muscles
quiver as I slide his shirt up over his stomach. He grabs the hem, tugs it off
over his head and lets it fall to the floor. Oh good, he’s eager. He stares at
me, his pupils are dilated, his eyes look black. His lips are parted and he
breaths heavily. His arms hang loose at his sides as his eyes rake over my body
from head to toe. I shiver. He’s so strong, power radiates from him and I
wonder if I can handle what I’m about to unleash. My hands shake as I pop the
button on his jeans and slide down the zipper. His cock strains against his
boxers. He groans as my fingers brush against him. My gaze trails along his
chest and up to his face. His gaze is so intense and his muscles are strained.
I have a feeling he’s trying to hold back, when really he wants to pounce on me
and eat me alive. I shudder and let out a whimper. I want him to let loose, to
claim me, to make me forget everything except him. I lick my dry lips and hold
his gaze as I speak, “Don’t hold back. Take me, please.”
He hisses as he draws in a breath, his entire body
trembles. I gasp as he lifts me off my feet and lays me down on my bed. In
seconds he’s removed my clothes and tossed them to the floor. He stands at the
foot of my bed and his gaze travels across my naked body, causing goosebumps to
dance across my skin. His voice is low and deep. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He kneels on the bed. He prefers it from
behind. I roll onto my side, intending to get on all fours. His hands press
against my shoulders and he pushes me down onto my back. His body surrounds
mine. He’s heavy, solid, and warm. I feel cocooned, and safe. He lowers his
head until his face is inches from mine. I feel his warm breath brush against
my lips. “Mine,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”
Blurb:
Growing up, all Jem knew was
hatred and the pain from his father's fists. Taunted by the kids at school, he
was alone, until a girl with carrot coloured hair sat next to him.
She smiled.
She listened.
She cared.
She was his angel, and he knew he’d love her forever. But Jem’s father hurts him in a way he never expected by taking him away from her.
Now eighteen, scarred inside and out, Jem trusts no one and has worked hard to ensure he'll never be helpless again. But then he runs into his angel. The only problem is she doesn’t recognize him. Jem needs her to remember him, to show him that their time together meant to her what it did to him. For once in his life he wants to have mattered to someone, to her.
Devon is attracted to the muscular, tattooed, pierced hottie standing by the pub quiz machine. That is, until he punches a guy clean across the bar for daring to touch him. She’s had her fill of violent men and intends to avoid this one at all costs.
She smiled.
She listened.
She cared.
She was his angel, and he knew he’d love her forever. But Jem’s father hurts him in a way he never expected by taking him away from her.
Now eighteen, scarred inside and out, Jem trusts no one and has worked hard to ensure he'll never be helpless again. But then he runs into his angel. The only problem is she doesn’t recognize him. Jem needs her to remember him, to show him that their time together meant to her what it did to him. For once in his life he wants to have mattered to someone, to her.
Devon is attracted to the muscular, tattooed, pierced hottie standing by the pub quiz machine. That is, until he punches a guy clean across the bar for daring to touch him. She’s had her fill of violent men and intends to avoid this one at all costs.
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| Michelle Abbott |
About the Author:
Author Michelle Abbott
writes new adult romance. She currently has four books published.
She lives in the UK and hates
describing herself in 3rd person.
She loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl.
She's an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral :-)
She loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl.
She's an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral :-)
Website http://www.michelleabbott.com/
A Character Interview with Jem
1. Job?
I work at an amusement arcade, fixing the machines when they
go wrong, handing out change and that kind of thing. It pays my bills, it’s
local and the hours suit me.
2. Currently residing
in...?
Hemsby in Norfolk. I’ve got a trailer right by the sea.
There’s nothing like walking along the beach every morning. It keeps me calm.
3. Level of schooling,
or self-taught?
I had to quit school when I was small because my asshole of
a father moved us all at the last minute after someone reported him to social
services for child cruelty. He never enrolled me in another school. I taught
myself all I need to know.
4. Favorite food?
Don’t have one. I eat to live, I don’t live to eat.
5. Most important goal?
To get Devon to remember me and love me again. To take care
of her and show her that I never forgot her and never stopped loving her.
Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today, Kathryn. I wish you much success with your books.
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