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In Book 1, you got to know Princess Olivia, who is not only Prince Christian’s sister but also Marie’s new friend. Some of the plot revolved around her wedding – and Book 2 picks up a few months later with a few shocking revelations. I wonder what readers will think about it.
There’s quite some suspense added to the romance, and it was fun to write. I love Olivia’s strength, and Prince Sebastian was a treat to write, as well. He’s more of an alpha than some of my heroes, but with a kind heart. If you've read Book 1, you'll be happy to meet Marie and Christian again in Book 2 (and they have a surprise to share).
Here is an exclusive excerpt for #TeaserTuesday:
Something shifted in the air between them, almost imperceptibly but all at once so definitely that it felt as if she had stepped through a portal into a different sphere.
His fingers glided up her neck, applying less pressure, caressing rather than massaging. They dove into her bun, tugged softly—which sent a zing of need through her whole body—and freed her hair from the band. It fell down in loose, shortish waves, and his fingers brushed through it.
God, how far gone was she to consider such a simple gesture such a turn-on?
She barely suppressed another moan and held herself perfectly still, not wanting him to stop whatever he was about to do.
After a few moments of rhythmically sifting his fingers through her hair, he shifted his position. One hand banged the laptop shut, the other traveled over her neck to grasp her chin and turn her head to face him.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” he said softly after they had stared at each other for a long, heated moment.
His voice wrapped around her, dark chocolate and masculine huskiness, promises and threats intermingled.
She’d woken the sleeping lion, and now her lioness wanted in on the game.
“Why?” she asked, her voice breathless. “Don’t you like surprises?”
A half-grin tugged at his mouth, but the hot intensity in his gaze kept burning, eating her up alive.
“I like surprises entirely too much if they come with a challenge. I’ve never been able to resist challenges.”
She didn’t want to talk, but she couldn’t help it.
“So I’m a challenge?”
He set his jaw. “That you are.” His gaze turned the heat up a notch, smoldering, searching, searing.
“What else am I?” She leaned a fraction closer, felt his grip on her chin tighten.