HOLD ME UNTIL MIDNIGHT, Grayson Brothers #1, from Entangled Publishing "Every good girl loves a very bad boy..." HOLD ME UNTIL MORNING, #2 "She's the one girl he should never touch..." HOLD ME UNTIL FOREVER, #3 "She’s the only one he wants…and the one he can never have"
When my first novella was published a few years ago, I met up with a wonderful group of authors who all debuted round about the same time as I did. I'm absolutely delighted to showcase one of those lovely ladies on my blog today, as she celebrates the release of her debut novella from Ellora's Cave.
And what's more, today is also her birthday! Happy Birthday, April!!! And congratulations on the release of UNBOUND!! I've just read this book and it's a real scorcher :-)
Here is April's bio in her own words...
April Vine writes erotic romance
by night and is a professional dreamer by day. She has two precious sons who
keep her sharp and one very tolerant husband who chivalrously and bravely
defends her honour daily.
UNBOUND BY APRIL VINE
Staid and straitlaced Michelle
Stein has two thoughts fueling her mind…
1. Floor the first man to walk
into her antique shop.
2. Throttle her three
They promised her a tiny spell
to fix her ridiculous inhibitions, but instead mischievously delivered a
full-blown, sanity-squashing lust spell. The temporary curse apparently has no
boundaries either…since the first man who walks through her door is the same
man who broke her heart ten years ago. Despite Michelle’s vociferous
resistance, Sebastian becomes the only man who can appease her unending
Thirty, heirless and restless,
Sebastian Gray is drawn back home to Cape Town to claim the only girl he
ever loved. What he finds in her place is a hotly bewitched erotic seductress.
Now with the reparation spell her aunts cast gone awry, Sebastian might be on
the losing end of a futile battle against a strength-ascending hex, no matter
how hard he tries to keep Michelle satiated, alive…or even just human.
leaped from the floral-embossed Victorian chair, gripped the edge of the walnut
desk and dropped her chin to her chest. Labored breaths somersaulted from her
mouth. Her heart beat with swift speed. Her skin screamed under a raging fire.
was having an attack.
how she vowed to strangle her aunts, wring their collective witches’ necks and
put them on a diet of cabbage for as long as they lived. She thought they’d
agreed with her terms and stipulations.
not, since they’d turned her into a raging sex fiend who without any hesitation
would attack the first man who walked through the door of her antiquities shop.
Not by her own doing, because how could she, twenty-six-year-old, staid,
even-headed and collected Michelle Stein, sign up for such reckless sexual
abandonment? Not ever.
resisted the urge to squeeze her scorching nipples and the temptation to bunch
up her cotton panties and pull them taut against her clit. She couldn’t give
in. Not while her door remained opened for business.
wobbled out of her office to the entrance of the store. Pressing her legs
together, she chewed her lip in agony as the slightest movement ricocheted
spasms of pleasure through her body. Her eyes fixed on the gold-plated sign
hanging on the inside of the glass door meters away from her. Her mission to
flip it around and keep out any possible victims until the crazy her aunts bestowed upon her evaporated.
door swung open. Eighteenth-century chimes hanging from the paneled ceiling
danced in the afternoon breeze. Their former melodious jingle a sex-alert siren
in her ear now.
zeroed in on a musky scent mingled with the clean, self-assured aroma of pure
red-blooded male. Her senses hummed. She licked her lips then swerved to a dead
with the worst kind of heat known to any man, woman or animal for that matter,
and who chose to walk into her ordinarily sedate but presently doggoned world?
who broke her heart in two.
His gravel-and-silk voice spiked and inebriated her nerves. She tore her gaze
away from his killer smile and stared into his wicked green-tinged blue eyes,
which teased her the same way they did ten years ago.