Imogene, thank you so much for having me! I can't wait till we finally meet up in Brisbane for the Australian Romance Readers Convention and have that glass of champers I promised you.
Anyway,
enough chit chat. My book. Ahhh yes. Revenge. I see that word anywhere in a
romance title, and I'm there. You have such yummy conflict between the man and
the woman he hates yet desires. And that's what Heavenly Revenge is all about, really.
Our gorgeous hero hates our lovely heroine, but thinks she's as sexy as hell.
Now what form of revenge can our hero
inflict on our heroine? Keeping in mind that he would never hurt a woman...
This
is a very naughty, even erotic story. Your readers are over 18, aren't they,
Imogene?
Blurb:
Revenge can be cold and
cruel.
When Rose dies before her
time, two sweet, old angels send her on a mission to save another world. The
angels worry she will be no match for the land's strong and handsome king.
However Rose has learned a bitter lesson courtesy of her unfaithful and very ex
boyfriend. She is strong too.
But when the lovely Rose
meets King Andrejs, she has a sweet battle on her hands. He believes she is an
enemy spy who has learned a secret that may affect the outcome of the war raging
between his kingdom and the land to the north. It is against Andrejs' code to
hurt a woman.
But, as both he and Rose discover, revenge
doesn't have to be cold or cruel. Revenge can be hot and very pleasurable
indeed.
And an excerpt? Hmmm. Maybe I'll tease you a
little.
"You’re a woman!"
Andrejs touched her chest with the palms of his hands to be
sure. Yes, he thought, closing his fingers around the two firm,
voluptuous mounds. As he gazed down into the moonlit features of the woman
beneath him, a dainty fist flew toward his chin. He jerked back and grabbed her
wrist.
"Ow!"
At the woman's high pitched, feminine yelp of pain, he instantly
gentled his grip. The fragile bones beneath his fingers had seemed to crack.
Frowning, he drew her arm toward him and softly rubbed her wrist with his thumb.
"My apol—" He ground his teeth. There were no women in his palace. Grayor would
have told him as soon as he'd arrived of a woman visiting, and she certainly
wouldn't have been permitted to wander the grounds unescorted. Most of his men
could be trusted, of course, but there were so few women now.
This woman had to be Anglandian, part of the enemy raid this
afternoon. But despite his fury, he recollected how rough he'd been when he'd
captured her. He frowned. "Are you hurt?"
She wrenched her hand away. "I'm fine. And of course I’m a woman,
you idiot! Would you kindly remove your hand from my chest?"
Amusement replaced his anger, and he did as she asked. An
unusual enemy. He'd never been called an idiot by an Anglandian warrior
before. Especially not one who was seconds from probable death. But as his gaze
roved over the petite body he could feel between his thighs, he frowned again.
He'd never fought a woman before. Certainly never killed one.
What in the name of our Lord is she wearing? Such strange
clothes. Such strange, ugly clothes. He reached up and removed the small,
peaked cap wedged on top of her head. Long, dark curls fell to her shoulders.
Curls. As he drank in the moonlit beauty beneath him, for a moment he
didn't care where she came from. Not surprisingly, the first stirrings of
arousal hit him. She was lovely, and he hadn't seen—let alone touched—a woman
for far too long.
Victoria Black
is the author of two erotic romances, both e-published. One is an
historical novella set in World War Two London, and the other is a
fantasy set in an alternate reality. Victoria lives in Brisbane with her
husband and soon-to-be-married son.
You can learn more about Heavenly Revenge at my website, or can check it out at
Secret
Cravings Publishing or Amazon.
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