Aurelia B Rowl is
a contemporary romance author but you can also find her masquerading as Allie A
Burrow, her raunchier alter-ego.
She lives on the
edge of the Peak District in the UK with her very understanding husband
and their two fantastic children aged 5 and 3, along with their mad rescue mutt
who doesn’t mind being used as a sounding post and source of inspiration. They
are all used to her getting too caught up with her latest writing
project... or five!... and she is guiltily counting down the months until she
has both kids at school full-time.
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About Christmas is
Cancelled…
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Contemporary romance
Release date: 21 December 2012
Publisher: Breathless Press
ISBN: 978-1-77101-938-5
Heat level: 3
Word count: 40,000+
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Could Tilly's day
get any worse? Even Christmas had been cancelled! Will Dean succumb to temptation
as he endeavors to make Christmas better for both of them?
Matilda 'Tilly' Carter didn't think
her day could get any worse, but even Christmas had just been cancelled.
The one girl Dean Watson has sworn never to have—never even expected to see again—just flared back into his life and into his home—his sanctuary—like she belonged there. Christmas would certainly be more bearable with Tilly around though…
As the chinks in Dean's armor appear, Tilly seizes the chance to win her knight once and for all. She's not about to take no for answer—not this time—but Dean must resist, even as his heart rebels and temptation threatens to undermine his resolve.
Win or lose? Love or honor? Which will Dean choose? Assuming he gets a choice…
The one girl Dean Watson has sworn never to have—never even expected to see again—just flared back into his life and into his home—his sanctuary—like she belonged there. Christmas would certainly be more bearable with Tilly around though…
As the chinks in Dean's armor appear, Tilly seizes the chance to win her knight once and for all. She's not about to take no for answer—not this time—but Dean must resist, even as his heart rebels and temptation threatens to undermine his resolve.
Win or lose? Love or honor? Which will Dean choose? Assuming he gets a choice…
Excerpt
Tears
welled in her eyes, clouding her vision. She turned and wandered blindly toward
the exit as the first tear escaped, forging a track down her cheek for the rest
to follow. Tilly took in a lungful of air and then another. Having made a
spectacle of herself once already, she really didn't want to be the cause of
yet another scene.
The crowds
swarmed around her, with students and family members heading home for the
holidays only adding to the usual rush-hour melee of commuters. They jostled
past, threatening to swallow her whole, as they rushed en mass in the opposite
direction, using their briefcases and suitcases as a battering ram.
It was
suffocating. She had to get out of there. Breaking into a run, broken heel or
not, she raced through the doors and out into the biting December chill. Her
waterlogged eyes struggled to adjust to the dark, dreary sky after the bright
station lights, but she didn't dare slow down, desperate to escape the throng
of festivities and merriment.
Carol
singers assembled outside burst into a jovial rendition of "We Wish You a
Merry Christmas," full of joy and happiness. Didn't they know Christmas
had just been cancelled?
"Ooof!"
Tilly smacked her shin against the edge of a low bench, too dark to see as she
tried to dodge the growing audience. She ended up sprawled across the bench,
dropping the handle of her suitcase with a loud clatter.
At least
the pain shooting down her leg gave her an excuse to be crying. Unfortunately,
it meant she had to stop running too. Not good. Whenever things got too tough,
too intimate, or too confrontational, you could rely on her to make a run for
it. Running away was what she did best...
A tall
figure loomed in the edge of her vision, something vaguely familiar about the
man's loping gait. In an effort to see him more clearly, she wiped her eyes
with the back of her hands, then cringed inwardly at the black streaks now
etched all over them. Great. She could add impersonating a panda to her day
from hell as well then.
The
mascara stung her eyes, rendering her unable to focus properly. She blinked
furiously as the man strode past her, talking into a mobile phone in a deep
voice that resonated throughout her body and made the fine hairs on the back of
her neck stand on end. A surge of adrenaline rushed to her legs, numbing the
pain as her subconscious told her to run. Now!
The
cloaked figure stopped mid-stride as if he'd heard her gasp. "Mike, I've
gotta go," he barked into the phone, hanging up instantly. He backtracked
until he was standing right in front of her, his tone changing from a growl to
one of surprise. "Basmati?"
Great. She
hadn't heard the nickname for years—nine years, four months and...sixteen days,
to be exact—and even then, only one person had ever actually used it. She
screwed her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head from side to side. No. No way.
There was absolutely no way this could be happening to her. Not now. Not today
of all days... Talk about kicking a girl when she was down.
Links…
Buy links:
Breathless
Press (Pre-order now, download from 21 December 2012)
Not long now, Aurelia! You must be buzzing! x
ReplyDeleteI am, I am! Especially now it's on All Romance and Bookstrand too. it's so very, very close! SQUEEE!
DeleteVery excited for you, Aurelia!
ReplyDeleteThank you Faberge :-D
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