Give Me Reason
The Reason Series (#1)
Zoey Derrick
Genre: Paranormal Romace/Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Sept 24 2013
Blurb/Synopsis:
Vivienne Callahan has known only
hardship. As if growing up with an alcoholic, drug addicted mother
wasn’t traumatic enough, she’s escaped from her physically and
verbally abusive boyfriend only to struggle every day to make ends
meet as a waitress in a Minneapolis diner.
Along comes Mikah Blake, a handsome
stranger who quickly takes an unexpected and persistent interest in
her. On the surface, “Mr. Suit” seems to be Vivienne’s
opposite: rich, well-fed, successful. As Vivienne will learn, Mikah
is more than he seems, and for reasons unknown, he’s determined to
be her knight in shining armor. But after having finally found her
own two feet after years of abuse, it’s difficult for her to
accept Mikah’s help.
Will her body’s unexpected response
to Mikah’s touch be reason enough to overcome her pride and
traumatic past and learn to love and trust? Or will her past,
refusing to be left behind, come back to claim her?
Excerpt
He’s looking down at me, making me
feel small at five feet two inches. He has to be at least six feet
tall. Broad shoulders. His suit today is gunmetal grey with blue or
black pin striping—I can’t tell which. His shirt is a beautiful
lavender color with a darker purple tie.
"How do you know I'm not an
addict?" I ask, softly.
He smiles at me, warm, genuine.
"Because, you've come to return the money I left you last night
as a tip." My jaw falls open.
"How"—I swallow hard—"did
you know?"
His smile fades a little. "Because,
why else would you come down here?"
I close my mouth and look down at the
floor. His ability to read me is really scary.
"Since you haven't eaten since
last night, I'm going to take you to lunch."
I feel my face flush bright red, both
in anger and complete irritation. "That is not why I'm here.
I've survived for my entire life fending for myself, I don't need
some rich hot shot business mogul buying me food." I reach into
the pocket of my bag
The bell chimes. We’ve finally
reached the skyway. As soon as the doors open, I drop the folded up
paper with his money in it and bolt from the elevator, turning left,
hoping and praying I can get away.
"Vivienne, stop." I hear him
say behind me. I keep going, walking quickly but not running. Yet.
I'm trying hard to not make a scene.
But he doesn’t seem to care about
that. He catches me quickly, spins me around. I grab hold of his arm
to catch my balance so I don't go sprawling onto the floor.
It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey
Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica
novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It
is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to
anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her
readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to
empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to
life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her
gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping
into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she
shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet
full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which
any reader is doomed to return to again and again.
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