Rosie Peaks left DuFour, Indiana two years ago and found a safe haven away from all things paranormal. Working at Mulcahy's Pub has been fairly uneventful. Until Markus Foxxe rolled into town in his silk suits with a primal sex appeal that makes her want to spend every night with him banging like a screen door in a hurricane. The only problem is, Rosie isn't looking for a commitment and Markus seems as though he's a one-mate kind of guy.
Will Markus change her mind? Or will Rosie find herself on the run again?
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Rosie is as sassy as ever, but I believe she's met her match this time.
Here's are a few snippets so you can see what Rosie's up to now. Happy Reading and I'll see you again right before Halloween.
XOXOX,
Madison
Excerpt 1:
“What’ll
it be?” She asked.
With
one look from him, her heart nearly stopped beating and for some illogical
reason, she felt as if her ovaries were deciding on the one egg that would be
the perfect match for Mr. Amber Eyes with
Thick Dark Lashes.
“What
do you recommend.”
I recommend you take me home and fuck
me senseless, she thought. Holy
hell! That voice. Deep, almost a purr and smoother than a highball glass of
aged Kentucky bourbon. Did men purr? No, but his voice was close enough. How
could she feel as if she were being nestled in the softest fur when he’d barely
spoken a handful of words to her. The way his lips begged to be kissed—smooth,
full without being puffy. Such a perfect accent upon his Greek God chiseled
face.
What
she wouldn’t give to get one long look at his naked body. The silk business
suit he wore was fine and sexy for some women she supposed, but, a walking,
talking Adonis should be naked and posed for her optimum viewing pleasure.
She’d ask him to stand in the corner of her bedroom and admire every single
inch of him.
“Anything
you want, I can give you.” Shit. Get it together, nympho. “I mean, our
bartender, Lando, can make a million drinks. So, your wish is my command.” Damn
it. “I mean—”
Mr.
Adonis chuckled and it made her feel like a blubbering idiot. “I know exactly
what you mean.” With a smirk, he continued, “How about something…dirty? A
martini, please.”
“Okay.
But, I should warn you this is last call. Do you wanna make it a double?”
“Sure.
Why not. Guess I arrived too late to appreciate your…hospitality this evening.”
His gaze traveled the length of her body and Rosie felt a trail of heat in its
wake.
“Yeah.
Sorry about that. I’ll make your last few moments here as enjoyable as I can.”
“I
certainly hope so.” With the jukebox shut down for the evening and no other
customers in the place, she heard him whisper as she went to turn in his drink
order.
Any
man who ordered a double during last call meant one of two things: He wanted
sex or he was trouble. She’d gladly grant him the former if he propositioned
her and she wouldn’t give a flying unicorn about the latter. He was—That. Damn.
Hot.
What
the hell had gotten into her? And how many cold showers would she take after
work to get the man she just met out of her fantasies?
Excerpt 2:
“Why?
Those spells suck and I’ve spent most of my life trying to stop them from
happening. Do you have any idea what it’s like to live with something you need
to learn to control? Because controlling them is the only way I’ve managed to
live a semi-normal life without feeling like I was either going mad or being
ripped apart.”
“I
hate to be the messenger here, but, you have to allow them to happen. Haven’t
you ever wondered why you were attracted to the monsters, the outcasts of
society?”
“Um—it’s
pretty simple. They’re nicer than most humans and more honest. Or so I thought
until I was possessed by a ghost and betrayed by this asshole.” She hitched her
thumb at Markus. “Let me guess. There’s some mystical explanation.” She waggled
her fingers in the air. “Oh, better yet. Next, you’re gonna tell me I’m a
motherfucking unicorn.” Rosie laughed it off.
“Well,
you are one of a kind. So, if you want to make jokes, technically, you’re our unicorn. You’re the voice of the
living and dead. You can hear everything—if you open yourself up to it. And
you’re the only person in the world with that ability, Rosie. You are The One.
So, yeah, you’re a motherfucking unicorn in your own way. Does that satisfy
your sarcasm quota for the evening? Can we move on now?”
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