Flash Sale!

Hey kids!  Preempting today's weekly wrap-up  (and not because I was mostly a slug this week. No, it's not why.  Truly. Hey, stop with the skeptical frowns…)

No really, it's because I have…

A very temporary flash sale for you!

CAPTURED BY A CELTIC WARRIOR, the bestselling anthology I did with 3 writer friends, is on sale right now for 99c.  If you haven't got the antho yet, today's the day!

Let me break down the perhaps hidden tropes in the anthology, to help convince you need it NOW.

There are warriors.

There are Celts. Three Scotsman and an Irishman. But wait, there's more!

There are abductions.

There is an abundance of sexytimes. Let me repeat: abundance.

Things are said like:

“Lass, you do not want what I have.” As if to prove it, he overturned his hand and dragged a calloused thumb roughly across her bottom lip.

All the breath came out of her in a hot rush. “Oh.”

It was a gasp of arousal, of desire and pent-up wanting, as far as she could retrieve the recollection from the dusty cabinet of her mind. It made her want to weep for the lost memory of it.

He watched her with dark, unreadable eyes, then slid his thumb back again, a little harder, rolling her lip down the slightest bit.

She tipped her head back and let her mouth part under the rough caress.

“That is a mistake,” he ground out. “You do not realize….”  He shook his head once. “How much I want you.”

She stepped to him, pressed her breasts up against him. His thighs were hard against the front of hers, the hilts of his weapons bumped against her hips and belly, and dark, dangerous desire burned in his eyes. She wanted all of it. All of him.

“Show me.”  She slid her arms around his neck. “For I have been dying to be wanted the way you do.”

♥

And woo-boy, does he show her. Wanna see??  Go get it! 

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Have fun out there!