EXCERPT ONE
Approaching
him, Kaitlyn felt thankful for her heels and for the nanometer of
height advantage, they provided her. She’d judged him to be just over
six feet, and with her heels, she stood an inch above that. It wasn’t
much but she’d take it. Gesturing to his glass, she asked, “What do I
have to do to get one of those?”
“Use
those long legs of yours to walk across the room, pick up the bottle,
tip it to roughly a ninety degree angle and pour the contents into a
glass of your choosing,” he replied.
“How long did it take you to become this much of an asshole?” she asked.
“Grant, pour Kaitlyn a drink and stop being difficult,” Margaret commanded as she walked through the room.
Kaitlyn
watched his jaw firm. In his eyes, she saw a flash of several
emotions—irritation, resignation but above all, she saw the love and
indulgence he held for his mother. Maybe he wasn’t all bad.
He moved toward the bar and returned in a moment with a glass of bourbon for her, no ice.
She smiled, remembering what Thomas always said about watering down perfectly good bourbon. “Thank you.”
“So,
do you wear those heels because you feel insecure or because you want
to make men feel insecure?” The question was asked with a smile which
didn’t quite reach his eyes, but the dimples were there.
Damn
the man for being so good looking, she silently cursed. Kaitlyn’s smile
probably looked just dazzling when she fired back, “Worried about your
shortcomings?”
He
stepped closer to her, so close she could feel the heat from his body.
“Not at all. I’ve always liked tall women—long legs and a world of
possibilities.”
The
challenge in his green eyes, accompanied by the spicy scent of his
cologne and the delicious heat of his body forced Kaitlyn to acknowledge
that any advantage she’d felt, just up and disappeared. He’d
effectively turned the tables on her and she was smart enough to know
when to back down. Without a word, she turned and retreated to the
dining room and the relative safety of his mother as a chaperone.
Blurb
Book Two of the DuChamps' Dynasty Series.
Book One, Been Loving You Too Long is available at Amazon.
On the surface, Kaitlyn DuChamps is everything Grant Ashworth despises—a spoiled heiress with a bad attitude serving out her sentence on the farm as she tries to meet the terms of her uncle’s will. Brat or not, there’s no denying that she’s beautiful. Even as they snap at one another, he wants her, and it doesn’t take long for him to realize that there is far more to Kaitlyn than she wants the world to see.
Kaitlyn wears her bad attitude like the armor that it is. She forged it herself from the ugliness, from the pain and betrayal of her past. No one gets in, no one sees the real her, and no one gets past her carefully constructed defenses. Even as she gives in to the heat between them, to a passion with Grant unlike anything she has ever experienced, Kaitlyn tries to keep her emotional distance.
But Grant sees through her, digging at her secrets, chipping away at the walls...and when her past comes calling, she has to decide just how much she trusts him.
Book One, Been Loving You Too Long is available at Amazon.
On the surface, Kaitlyn DuChamps is everything Grant Ashworth despises—a spoiled heiress with a bad attitude serving out her sentence on the farm as she tries to meet the terms of her uncle’s will. Brat or not, there’s no denying that she’s beautiful. Even as they snap at one another, he wants her, and it doesn’t take long for him to realize that there is far more to Kaitlyn than she wants the world to see.
Kaitlyn wears her bad attitude like the armor that it is. She forged it herself from the ugliness, from the pain and betrayal of her past. No one gets in, no one sees the real her, and no one gets past her carefully constructed defenses. Even as she gives in to the heat between them, to a passion with Grant unlike anything she has ever experienced, Kaitlyn tries to keep her emotional distance.
But Grant sees through her, digging at her secrets, chipping away at the walls...and when her past comes calling, she has to decide just how much she trusts him.
Here's the excerpt: Grant
stood in the middle of the living room, sipping a glass of bourbon and
looking far more appealing than any man had the right to. His blonde
hair, just a tad too long, brushed the collar of his white dress shirt,
and the grey trousers he wore were perfectly tailored to him. He’d shed
his muddy cowboy boots in favor of black dress shoes. He’d also shaved
the burnished gold stubble that had only intensified the rugged
masculinity of his chiseled features.
Approaching
him, Kaitlyn was thankful for her heels and for the nanometer of height
advantage they’d provided her. She’d judged him to be just over six
feet, and with her heels, she was an inch above that. It wasn’t much but
she’d take it. Gesturing to his glass, she asked, “What do I have to do
to get one of those?”
“Use
those long legs of yours to walk across the room, pick up the bottle,
tip it to roughly a ninety degree angle and pour the contents into a
glass of your choosing,” he replied.
“How long did it take you to become this much of an asshole?” she asked.
“Grant, pour Kaitlyn a drink and stop being difficult,” Margaret commanded as she walked through the room.
Kaitlyn
watched his jaw firm. In his eyes she saw a flash of several
emotions—irritation, resignation but above all, she saw the love and
indulgence he had for his mother. Maybe he wasn’t all bad, she thought.
He moved toward the bar and returned in a moment with a glass of bourbon
for her, no ice. She smiled, remembering what Thomas had said about
watering down perfectly good bourbon. “Thank you.”
“So
do you wear those heels because you feel insecure or because you want
to make men feel insecure?” The question was asked with a smile that
didn’t quite reach his eyes, but the dimples were there. Damn the man
for being that good looking, she silently cursed.
Kaitlyn’s smile was dazzling when she fired back, “Worried about your shortcomings?”
He
stepped closer to her, so close that she could feel the heat from his
body. “Not at all. I’ve always liked tall women—long legs and a world of
possibilities.”
The
challenge in his green eyes, accompanied by the spicy scent of his
cologne and the delicious heat of his body forced Kailtyn to acknowledge
that any advantage she’d had was long gone. He’d effectively turned the
tables on her and she was smart enough to know when to back down.
Without a word, she turned and retreated to the dining room and the
relative safety of his mother as a chaperone.
About the Author
Seraphina
Donavan is a hopeless romantic with a wicked & oh-so-dirty mind!
Those things, combined with her love of writing, prompted her to take
the leap and transform those fantasies into written words on a page. As a
curvy girl herself, Seraphina has made it a point to celebrate those
women with delicious curves with her work through writing and the hot
men who love them.
She currently has 11 published books & is working on many more..
Living in Central Kentucky, Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, working for a non-profit agency and dreaming of becoming a best-selling author. She lives in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time with her fur babies. Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on your mind.. She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from anyone!
She currently has 11 published books & is working on many more..
Living in Central Kentucky, Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, working for a non-profit agency and dreaming of becoming a best-selling author. She lives in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time with her fur babies. Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on your mind.. She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from anyone!
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