New release date: FRIDAY, MAY 17, 2013
I really look forward to your support in purchasing a copy on the date of release, even if you will not be reading it right away. Help Gravity get noticed on the bestseller lists! And please don't shy away from posting reviews.
I still have a few loose ends to wrap up before that time, but decided to yank it out of that Wednesday release day and put it on Friday. I think most of my readers will like a Friday release because you'll have the weekend to relax and enjoy it since many of you lead busy weekday lives with children, work, and errands!
So a big woot woot!
Send your family away, lock the door, go buy some wine and sugar donuts and maybe a little lemon cake.
May 22 has always been tentative, so hopefully anyone who took off work will be able to get that time back, or just enjoy it. You deserve it.
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He twirled a lock of my dark hair between his fingers, bringing the soft tendril to his nose as he drew in a deep breath.
“Do I still smell like lemon cake?” I asked. My fingers wandered along the tight muscles on his arms, sliding underneath the sleeves of his light grey T-shirt.
He suddenly crouched low and ran his nose along the length of my body—close and inviting. God, I loved it when he did that.
What a strange thing to love about a man. The gesture felt erotic and the tiny hairs on my arms would stand up. With each inhale, his soft purr rumbled and I pulled his face close to mine, planting a soft kiss on his warm cheek. He caged me with arms that had once climbed a thirty-foot tree with blinding speed to rescue me—his agile body leaping from branch to branch as he held me tightly to him.
“Put your mouth on mine, Little Raven. I’m ready for a taste of lemon cake,” he said in a deep and tumbling voice.
“Maybe I’m not so sweet,” I whispered, wetting my lower lip with a sweep of my tongue.
Logan’s eyes followed every movement, and he licked his lips in response. “I want your mouth… on my mouth. Do it, or I’ll have to find something else to kiss.”