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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Chasing Paige



★·.·´¯`·.· ★New Release ★·.·´¯`·.· ★
 Book: Chasing Paige
Author: Tiffany Janine (pen name for T.J West)
Cover Designed by: Cover to Cover Designs
 Genre: Contemporary Romance


★·.·´¯`·.· ★Synopsis★·.·´¯`·.· ★

 Paige Turner - A 28 year old widow who owns a bookstore called Chasing Pages meets someone unexpectedly after two years of her husband’s death. Little does she know he's the one who writes her favorite novels and has a secret he is keeping from her. James Diamond Parker AKA J.D. Parker - is a horror novelist who is having a signing at Paige's book store. The first glimpse of Paige and he instantly feels a connection with her. Love begins to brew between the two of them, yet there is something James is keeping from Paige, something that will change everything between them. Will the secret destroy their newly founded love, or tie them closer together?


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 ★·.·´¯`·.· ★Excerpt★·.·´¯`·.· ★

I’ve had such a wonderful time with her tonight, time simply didn’t exist. “Come, let’s get going.” After she grabs her purse, I again take hold of her hand and lead us back to the car. We become quiet, as we get closer. For the life of me, I’m not ready to take her home. I feel this night shouldn’t end. I don’t want it to. Before I open the passenger door for her, I swing her little body up against the car, and take control of the moment. I palm her beautiful face and connect our lips. In an instant, her arms wrap around my middle and she squeezes me. Good, God, I could take her right now. I hear a slight whimper as our tongues ravish each other and it only makes me deepen the kiss. She feels so good. The aftertaste of wine blending in with mine does crazy things down below. Our bodies melt into one as we continue kissing. I bite, and suckle that bottom lip of hers, I’m not so sure I’ll ever have enough of her. I could do this forever.
My eyes stay closed, our noses touch, and our lips slightly disconnect when I breathe out and tell her, “Come back to my place. I’m not ready to let you go just yet. Please.” Our breathing and the beating of our hearts are all that I’m hearing. I pray she comes home with me.
As I keep my hands cradling her face, she brings her hands up, and wraps them around my wrists. Her breath lands on my lips when she answers back, “I’m not sure…this is going way too fast.”
As much as I want to take her to my bed, I don’t want to scare her off. I want to do this right. If she’s not ready, then I’ll wait as long as need be. Kissing her lightly on the lips I say, “I promise, if you’re not ready, we won’t do anything but talk.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t think I’m going to want to just talk.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Very.” She nods. Looking up into my eyes, I see the hesitance, yet I feel the fire between us. “My body is reacting faster than my brain. It has a mind of its own, and if I go with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whisper. My hands move away from her face, and travel down to her hips, pulling her forward against my body, and kissing her once again. She moans inside my mouth and immediately snakes her hands behind my head, deepening the kiss. No doubt, she wants this as much as I do. Once our lips part, our foreheads remain touching. “I’m not ready for this night to be over.”
She sighs, “Don’t you have to be up early for the airport?”
“I’m an early riser anyways. And a night owl.” I smirk.
“James–– ”

I cut her off by placing my finger on her lips. “Don’t make me beg. Come back to my suite.” What happened with letting this ride out and not wanting to scare her off? Pressuring her is the last thing I want, but my gut is telling me to not let her get away. Once I’m on that plane, who knows when we’ll see each other next? With all my signings, and TV appearances it could be a month before she’s in my arms again.





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