Today is the release of Mad Love 2 by Colet Abedi.
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Colet Abedi has been an entertainment industry executive for over ten years. In addition to working on many television programs for NBC, ABC, FOX, and most cable networks, she is best known for her work as head writer for the telenovela serials American Heiress and Fashion House, the latter of which starred Bo Derek and Morgan Fairchild, on the FOX-owned MyNetworkTV. Abedi currently has one television series in syndication, Unsealed: Alien Files, and has completed Five Souls, her first feature film. She is also the co-author of young adult fiction novel, FAE. Book one was released July 2013 by Diversion Publishing Group and was an instant online bestseller. The Dark King, the second in the planned FAE trilogy, was released May 2014. FAE was recently optioned by Ridley Scott. Colet is a native of California, graduated with a B.A. in English literature from the University of California at Irvine, and currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and three dogs.
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I hear the ominous sound of the door clicking behind him. And now we’re all alone. He crosses his arms and lean back against the door, as if guarding it from me making an exit. As if I could outrun him? I feel like a trapped bird. His gaze sweeps over me. From our previous encounters I’m guessing he doesn’t like the length of my dress, which I’m not going to lie, is part of the reason why I wore it tonight. Yes, I was looking for a reaction from him, and yes, I did just get one. “Well?” I say, when it’s clear that he has no intention of breaking the awful silence. His eyes hold mine and I see the anger flash through them again. “I’m so furious with you I don’t even know where to begin,” Clayton says in a dangerous voice. I instinctively step back in fear. He gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. And then takes a step away from the door. I cross my arms, too, and do my best to look irritated. And confident. I hope I’m not failing miserably. I finally say, “You’re furious with me?” Clayton takes another step toward me then looks at his cuff and picks off an imaginary piece of lint. He takes his time, methodically turning me into a giant piece of mush. Intentionally unnerving me. My heart is pounding so hard I don’t even know what to do. He’s so gut-wrenchingly gorgeous that I want to lose myself in him, want to believe that I made one god-awful assumption. But then there’s the other side of it, the one that makes me remember Amelia and what she looked like, and their past, and then I’m deathly afraid that I’ll believe a liar. He finally looks up at me. “Furious doesn’t even begin to fucking cut it, Sophie.” Shit. “But right now I just need to take what’s mine. What I’ve been dying to have since the moment I watched you upstairs.” I don’t have time to think. Or breathe. Because in less than three seconds I’m pulled into his arms and his lips capture mine. I don’t have the energy or the desire to stop him. My arms curl around his neck as I allow him to cup my bottom and pull my body up against his. I can feel how hard he is for me and I instinctively grind my hips into his. It’s heaven. It’s hell. And everything in between. Because I want more. Crave more. Need more.
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