RELEASE DAY for THE DIAMOND SERIES BOX SET! #newrelease

THE DIAMOND SERIES BOX SET IS NOW AVAILABLE! YAY!

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Stop on by the Diamond Saloon, where devious Englishmen blithely charm sceptical saloon owners and where voluptuous singers archly tease the strong, silent type. Enjoy these two sexy tales from Freewill, Wyoming.

ROUGH DIAMOND
Owner of the Diamond Saloon and Theater, Alice Reynolds is astounded when a fancy Englishman offers to buy her saloon. She won’t be selling her saloon to anyone, let alone a man with a pretty, empty-headed grin…but then, she reckons that grin just might be a lie, and a man of intelligence and cunning resides beneath.

Rupert Llewellyn has another purpose for offering to buy the pretty widow’s saloon—the coal buried deep in land she owns. However, he never banked on her knowing eyes making him weak at the knees, or how his deception would burn upon his soul.

Each determined to outwit the other, they tantalize and tease until passion explodes. But can their desire bridge the lies told and trust broken?

FOOL’S GOLD
Christmas Eve, the Diamond Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a hankering to retire early. A pounding at the Diamond’s door rids her of such a fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett standing outside.

Ethan Garrett has a powerful need to gain succor. When the saloon’s voluptuous redheaded singer scowls at him from the threshold of the Diamond, he doesn’t stop to think on how his ire at her has disappeared. Or how he just wants to spend some time in her company.

When a blizzard storms in, trapping them, will they spend their time arguing or find their irritation for each other disguises something more?
 

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SLUMBER is available!

Today’s the day! SLUMBER is available all over internets!

Enjoy!
Cassandra
xx
 

Slumber by Cassandra Dean Part of Beyond Fairytales from Decadent Publishing

 
The Tailor has been tasked to find the princess…
Upon decree from his king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He didn’t expect to find her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never have her.

The princess must become the Queen…
Thalia has always known she must return to the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not expect her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was something about him, something that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.

However, not everyone desires the princess’s return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to each other. Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all time?

Fantasy Erotic Romance
ISBN 9781613337660

Decadent Publishing
Amazon: AU | US | UK
ARe | iTunes | B&N

 

 

~ Excerpt ~

The discordant note of a missed strike sounded rose from the coffin, followed by a terse mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?

A sudden, terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess? Surely she wouldn’t curse as if she were a dockworker Maybe it was his source had lied about the gear worker being the lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her at all, and he would spend another three months trying to find the erstwhile royal.

No. If it killed him, this would be her. He was not going to waste any more time on this.

So decided, he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong voice he used to quell conversation.
The woman in the coffin—the princess, damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang split the air, immediately followed by one of those deliciously vulgar curses. Pulling out of the coffin, she glared at him.

His breath strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through him, his cock hardening in his too-thin breeches.

Thrice-damned god, but she was arresting.

Wild ebony hair escaped from the band holding it back while furious black eyes pilloried him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s clothes revealed more of her form than they should, the homespun shirt opened to the middle of her breast bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such fine skin, the dull, off-white hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown leather harness of her trade nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while trousers outlined full hips and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high boots of soft brown leather capped with steel.

Quite insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by her shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

She had to be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a stare.

“Doing?” he said.

She folded her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to notice how her action plumped her flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do not come into a workroom and startle a gear worker, especially if she’s wielding tools that could harm her, the object she works on, and your fat head once she recovers herself.”

“My apologies, Princess.” He offered his most charming smile and ignored how the darkening of her scowl made him harder. “I am the Tailor, and I have been sent to fetch you home.”

 
 
 

Winter Heat Blog Hop!

winter blog heatFinally, the post is up! My apologies for the delay, peeps.

Thanks to Julie for hosting the blog hop! Winter Heat, my word, what a topic. Here in Australia, we’re slowly slipping into summer, though the chill of winter isn’t yet gone. So, to warm you up, I’m treating you to a spicy excerpt from my newest story, SLUMBER (releasing tomorrow!)

Be sure to scroll all the way to the bottom, there’s a giveaway and links to other fabulous opportunities to win.

Cassandra
xx
 
 
Slumber by Cassandra Dean Part of Beyond Fairytales from Decadent Publishing

The Tailor has been tasked to find the princess…
Upon decree from his king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He didn’t expect to find her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never have her.

The princess must become the Queen…
Thalia has always known she must return to the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not expect her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was something about him, something that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.

However, not everyone desires the princess’s return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to each other. Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all time?

Fantasy Erotic Romance
ISBN 9781613337660

Decadent Publishing
Amazon: AU | US | UK
iTunes | B&N

 

~Exclusive Excerpt~

Sunlight played across Thalia’s closed lids, and, reluctantly, she admitted defeat. Sleep had fled, and she’d no recourse but to begin her day. Opening her eyes, she turned from her side to her back, the sheet tangling about her as her arm fell on the empty space next to her.

Surprise had her struggling to sit. Sebastian sat in the chair opposite the bed, the sketchbook balanced on his drawn-up knee. He wore only his trousers, his pale chest golden in the early morning light. Brow creased in concentration, his strong hand feathered the pencil over the page.

She watched him for a time, delighting in the play of smooth muscle. “What are you drawing?”

A ghost of a smile danced over his lips, showing he’d known her gaze had been upon him. “Nothing.”

“No, what are you drawing? Let me see.” Tugging at the sheet to ensure it came with her, she awkwardly walked on her knees to the edge of the bed and then stumbled to his side.

Smile firming, he watched her progress. “Have a care how you step, Princess.”

She ignored him. Ensuring the sheet was gathered over her chest, she looked at what he’d drawn. “Oh.” Her throat worked, strange emotion choking her. “You’ve drawn me.”

He’d drawn her asleep, her cheek against the pillow and the sheets draped around her. He’d drawn her with a gentle glow about her. He’d drawn her so she looked…beautiful.

Glancing at him, she found him regarding her, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched her reaction. “I’ve also started your gown,” he said.

“My gown?”

“For your Confirmation.”

Still swamped with emotion, she swallowed. “Oh?”

“Here.” Moving the book, he tugged her into his lap. Arms encircling her, he held the book before them and flipped to the page holding the design.

Breath shallow, she tried to focus on the sketch, but the feel of his strong arms about her distracted her to no end. Beneath her, she could feel the beginnings of his arousal, his shaft growing solid and thick. He did nothing about it, though, and she fought to do nothing, too.

He pointed, the move brushing his arm against her side. “See this brace? It’s to be of leather, and mimic the harness of your gearsmock.” Lips whispered against her cheek as he spoke, and her breath seized in her throat. Her heart roared in her ears.

He traced a line just under her collarbone. “The neckline will rest here, following the natural slope, while the bodice’s fit will be snug enough to show your shape, but loose enough to be comfortable.”

His hand curled around her ribcage, his fingers dipping into her waist. Fire followed in the wake of his touch, and she bit back a moan.

His hand made a path over her belly. “I’m not certain of the waistline. Should it be natural? Raised? Drawn to a vee?” He traced out each one, his fingers dancing over her flesh.

She could stand no more. Turning in his arms, she took his mouth with hers.

He dropped the sketchbook and, pushing the sheet aside, he covered her breast with his hand, his thumb worrying her nipple. She gasped, pushing herself into his touch, wanting more, needing more.

His hand trailed up her thigh. “I’m glad you decided to show me the difference.”

“What?” she managed, focused wholly on the progress of his hand.

“The difference.” His fingers feathered over her core.

“What?” Gods, what was he talking about? Shifting, she let her legs fall open and pushed herself against him.

“Between not intending to seduce me”—he pushed through her wet folds, finding the center of her pleasure—“and intending to.”

 

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Celebrate the release of SLUMBER with a $0.99 Sale!

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Hi peeps,

SLUMBER is not far away at all (25 November, put it in your diaries!) and to celebrate, three of my titles are on sale for $0.99 each. TEACH ME, SILK & SCORN and ROUGH DIAMOND are all available at this special price. But, it’s for a limited time so make sure you jump to it.

Cassandra
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Book Blitz! HEAT WAVE by Taryn Kincaid

Welcome Taryn Kincaid to the blog with her brand new 1NS and book 4 in the Sleepy Hollow series, HEAT WAVE. We’re lucky enough to get a peak of this wonderful new book, so check it out below!
 
 
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Sent into the human realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked and unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn’t allow for quickie dalliances. His biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all fire-demon males must endure. But the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more he’s drawn to her.

Reluctant to give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.

Zena needs a mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time running out for both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. With time running out, can Madame Eve come to the rescue?
 

Available NOW
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~Excerpt~

Holy freeze gun, Batman. The words died before she managed to expose them to air. Her mouth snapped shut.

One of the Queen’s guards stood before her, huge and tall, nearly twice the size of most of the other males in the joint, a hella hunka supernatural male. Clearly not human, although Hugo Boss’d to his Adam’s apple in an apparent bid to fit in among the humans trolling for hot sex, illicit drugs, watered-down booze and loud music. Beneath the fabric of the unstructured designer suit, the toned muscles of a demonic warrior rolled like tidal waves. Even without the small lapel pin the uninformed might mistake for the The Rolling Stones’ logo, she’d recognize him for a captain of the guard. Maybe the Queen’s own Captain.

Hellfire and cotton candy. Trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

But, by the goddess, whattahottie! Despite her certainty that his presence in the club corridor boded ill for her, the force of her sudden hunger shook her.

Like lightning.

Thunder.

A desperate bolt out of the blue.

Instant connection to him on the paranormal plane, as if he’d wrapped her aura in gold chains and tugged her to him. But did that fast lane to heaven run one way or two?

A grim expression straightened the lines of what otherwise might have been a generous, sensuous mouth. A military buzz cut had weed-whacked hair the color of iron. And it didn’t stop there. Without doubt, metal fortified every single cell in the massive male’s body, pure titanium flowing in his veins. The stern planes and angles of a hard-edged, swoon-worthy face set grimly as cement. Though he lounged in the hallway like any Archie or Jughead waiting in line to discharge his rented beer in a urinal, he exuded authority, his carriage and bearing such that he made the others look like a pack of Twizzlers. Oh. Yeah. More than a mere guardsman, she guessed. An enforcer.

Ruh-roh.

 
 

About Taryn

Taryn is an Olympic caliber athlete egg roller and spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce a fantail shrimp competition. When she’s not bungee jumping off the Palisades or parasailing up and down the Hudson River, she devotes her time to caring for her aging pet walrus, arranging her voodoo doll-pin collection and practicing rhythmic chants. At this moment, she is busy sweeping up the loose masala chai tea leaves she spilled all over the kitchen floor. (Probably because she needs COFFEE.) Wait. Is that something…sparkly?

Taryn hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments!
 

 
 
 

Release Blitz! The Other Side by Zee Monodee

Today we’re lucky enough to have the lovely Zee Monodee’s newest release on the blog. THE OTHER SIDE is the first book in the Island Girls Trilogy and we have a peak inside below!
 
 
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Divorce paints a scarlet letter on her back when she returns to the culture-driven society of Mauritius. This same spotlight shines as a beacon of hope for the man who never stopped loving her. Can the second time around be the right one for these former teenage sweethearts?

Indian-origin Lara Reddy left London after her husband dumps her for a more accommodating uterus—at least, that’s what his desertion feels like. Bumping into him and his pregnant new missus doesn’t help matters any, and she thus jumps on a prestigious job offer. The kicker? The job is in Mauritius, the homeland of her parents, and a society she ran away from over a decade earlier.

But once there, Lara has no escape. Not from the gossip, the contempt, the harassing matchmaking…and certainly not from the man she hoped never to meet again. The boy she’d loved and lost—white Mauritian native, Eric Marivaux.

Back when they were teens, Eric left her, and Lara vowed she’d never let herself be hurt again. Today, they are both adults, and facing the same crossroads they’d stood at so many years earlier.

Lara now stands on the other side of Mauritian society. Will this be the impetus she needs to take a chance on Eric and love again?
 

Available NOW
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~Excerpt~

She shouldn’t have come. The sound of her mother’s high-pitched voice crept over the din, asking if someone had heard a car stop in the driveway. They’d come out in the next minute.

Picking up her courage, and wishing it were Dutch courage despite her not being a drinker, she tore her fingers and head from the wheel and threw the door open. Lara peeled herself out of the vehicle at the same time a chorus of gasps resounded in the garden.

All three older women were over her like a bad rash. Hugging and kissing her cheeks, holding her face in their hands while they exclaimed how beautiful she had become. All of which were simply tactics to lull her into complacency for when they’d really pounce on the meaty topic—her divorce.

With their deceptively frail-looking hands on her shoulders, they pushed her toward the back door to the kitchen. A memory of being pushed around in the same way toward the altar on her wedding day, the glittery gold and red veil over her eyes, assaulted her. She stopped in her tracks, the pain coming in from nowhere to slice through her heart. The biddies must not have noticed her stilling; they simply continued to steer her inside until she was seated at the table. A plate of towering hot bhadias appeared in front her, along with a bowl of satini cotomili, the coriander, tomato, and chili paste-like dip Mauritians ate with all their fried foods.

Auntie Ruby, resident gossipmonger, lived up to her reputation. She had been the first to mention Lara’s failed marriage before they made it back into the house.

The sound of the grating voice droned on, Lara choosing to ignore it, before her mother gave her a small slap on her shoulder.

“You wicked girl. You said you were coming on Monday, and here you are surprising us now.”

She sighed. This was code for “how could you have kept this a secret and made me lose face in front of everyone, when I’ve been telling them you are coming on Monday?” Her mother lived for hearsay and the general idea of “what will people say.” In fact, most people in Mauritius lived by the standard. Whoever said the ton and all its silly rules had died in the Regency era had not taken a trip to Mauritius, in eighteen-ten or the year two thousand.

“But my poor little girl,” Auntie Ruby said in a cajoling tone bringing nothing but danger to mind. “Of course you wanted to come home earlier. Who wouldn’t? Look what that awful, awful man has done to you.”

Translation: “And here’s your cue to air out the laundry, from the sheets to the knickers, you silly goose.”

“Our hearts went out to you, dearest girl, you who are like a daughter to us,” Auntie Zubeida chimed in. “We never saw this coming. How could you not have told a soul you and that scoundrel were having problems? We would’ve spoken to him, set him right, showed him this is not how he is supposed to treat our daughter.”

“Tsk-tsk. And what a beautiful couple you two made. How could anyone have thought you would break up?” Auntie Ruby added.

Lara forced a small smile. Damn, how she wanted to be out of here. She had a duty to do, though—the sooner she was done, the better, so she could run back to Grand Baie and leave those old cows behind. And yes, in that lot, she included her mother, who had yet to speak out. Bad vibe.

“I’m doing fine, Auntie,” she said. “That’s what matters.”

All three women watched her with narrowed eyes. No way was she doing away with the Inquisition.

“How can you be fine?” Auntie Ruby asked. “We have been so preoccupied with your plight. How on earth are you going to get along? How will your parents bear all this? To think they still have an unmarried daughter on their hands, now they are ending up with two daughters. Oh what fate God has dealt them.”

Lara bit her lip to keep from answering back. Right, the ton must’ve been more solicitous than this. The aunts were simply nosing for gossip. But then, that’s what Jane Austen wrote in her subtext, too. The concern was merely the polite way of enquiring about gossip in their society.
 
 

About Zee

Stories about love, life, relationships… in a melting-pot of culture

13_08_02_Zee Monodee_AuthorAvatarZee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she’d stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.

From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.

This particular position became her favorite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit ‘on a fence’, whether cultural or societal, in today’s world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.

Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is a head-over-heels wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween son, best-buddy-stepmum to a teenage lad, an incompetent domestic goddess, eternal dreamer, and an absolute, shameless bookholic. When she isn’t penning more stories and/or managing the Ubuntu line at Decadent Publishing, you can bet you’ll find her with her nose in her tablet, ‘drinking in’ a good book.
 


 
 
 

Hump Day Hook #HDH #historical #romance

Hump Day Hook - Authors showcasing their work on Hump Day!

Welcome to Hump Day Hook, a weekly list of authors showcasing their work around the Internets. A big thanks to the wonderful peeps at Hump Day Hook for making this possible.

This week, a brand new story! SILK & SCORN, The Silk Series Book 2. It’s coming soon, peeps, so this is an extra special sneak peak!
 
Silk & Scorn, The Silk Series Book 2

Irritation tugged, but Arthur suppressed it. Emotion would get him nowhere. “Mrs. Wetherall?”

With a sweep of her skirts, she turned from her contemplation, ridiculous hat still disguising her face. He frowned. That enormous hat was absurd. Why did women think such things were attractive? In addition to being ludicrous, it no doubt put undue pressure and strain upon her neck.

The lady and her hat settled into the chair before his desk. Ill at ease, Arthur sank to his own chair.

Lacing her hands in her lap, the lady finally spoke. “I find I require the services of a solicitor in regards to my late husband’s will.”

The hair at the back of his neck stood up. No. Oh, Christ, no.

She looked up, and every muscle in Arthur’s body seized.

Mrs. Wetherall, formerly Miss Sarah Stanhope and the bane of his childhood, glared at him from beneath her ridiculous hat.

 

 

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Hump Day Hook #HDH

Hump Day Hook - Authors showcasing their work on Hump Day!

Welcome to Hump Day Hook, a weekly list of authors showcasing their work around the Internets. A big thanks to the wonderful peeps at Hump Day Hook for making this possible.

This week, another little bit from SILK & SCANDAL, my newest release. It’s available now, peeps!
 
Silk & Scandal The Silk Series Cassandra Dean Decadent TEASE

Swallowing, she asked the question that had caused her agony these two years gone. “Why did you stop writing?”

Again a flicker of something in his eyes. “I thought it best.”

“Did you?” Pain she’d thought buried crashed through her. It had hurt, so badly, when he’d stopped writing. Though she’d never wanted to admit it, she’d known it was because of those missteps she took, the idiotic troubles she’d gotten herself in, and now it would cost her his friendship. Even a return to London, a hope to begin anew, wouldn’t change it if he were ashamed of her.

She focused on the least painful. “Did you know how fiendish boring it was without you? Without your word of home and your briefs and what you were experiencing at the Old Bailey?”

He crossed his arms. “Apparently, you decided scandal was a judicious use of your time.”

She flinched. She hated that she was known for scandal, that boredom and circumstance pushed her to folly. Well, she would not let him see how his words affected her.

Squaring her shoulders, she lifted her chin. “I cannot undo what has been done, Thomas. I should never have agreed to those engagements, or any of the other hundred missteps I’ve made. But I…I had hoped—That is, I thought you might understand.” Breath shuddered through her. “Were you ashamed? That you knew me?”

“Nic, no.” Striding forward, he made as if he wanted to take her hands in his. “I was never ashamed of you.”

 

 

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Hump Day Hook #HDH

Hump Day Hook - Authors showcasing their work on Hump Day!

Welcome to Hump Day Hook, a weekly list of authors showcasing their work around the Internets. A big thanks to the wonderful peeps at Hump Day Hook for making this possible.

This week, another little bit from SILK & SCANDAL, my newest release. It’s available now, peeps!
 
Silk & Scandal The Silk Series Cassandra Dean Decadent TEASE

His smile faded as something began a slow smolder in his eyes. “Nic. Thank you for helping.”

She shivered. “Of course.”

“Nic?” he said.

Barely able to breathe, her gaze drifted to his lips. “Yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Yes.” Her eyes drifted shut.

Slowly, his lips met hers, brushed once, twice.

“Thomas.” She sighed and, as his mouth took hers again, she felt the shape of his smile.

Pleasure rushed through her, sharp and bright. Never had it been like this. All the boys she’d kissed, the men she’d teased, none had made her feel as she did now. Emotion swelled, until it felt her heart was too large for her chest and would encompass all of her, occupy her totally with this feeling for him. For Thomas.

Threading her fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, she smiled as he placed his lips against her eyelids, her brows. Cupping her face, he placed a string of kisses along her cheek and over her temple before returning his mouth to hers.

Pulling back, he smoothed his thumbs against her cheekbones. “I can’t resist you, Nic.”

“Good.” She placed her hands over his. “I can’t resist you, either.”

 

 

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Hump Day Hook #HDH

Hump Day Hook - Authors showcasing their work on Hump Day!

Welcome to Hump Day Hook, a weekly list of authors showcasing their work around the Internets. A big thanks to the wonderful peeps at Hump Day Hook for making this possible.

This week, it’s a special hook! SILK & SCANDAL, book 1 in The Silk Series, is released today! Yay!

So, to celebrate, a hook from my new release, SILK & SCANDAL:
 
Silk & Scandal The Silk Series Cassandra Dean Decadent TEASE

“Why can we not be friends?”

He looked as if he still wished to protest, but then his shoulders slumped. “Do you really not know?”

“Thomas, all I wanted was to be your friend.” Stepping closer to him, she took his hand. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

A hush fell. Brows drawn, eyes unfathomable, he stared down at her. Of a sudden, she was intensely aware of her breath, of the way her chest rose and fell and how very close he was.

“You think we are friends.”

Rough, dark, his voice slid along her skin. Mouth abruptly dry, she couldn’t look from him, his eyes dark and burning into her own. She wet her lips.

Something flared in his gaze. He moved closer. So very close. Slowly, gently, his hand cupped her chin and he lowered his mouth to hers.

Stunned, she stood very, very still as his lips brushed hers. She’d been kissed before. Often. But she had never, ever, been kissed by Thomas Cartwright.

Dear God. Thomas was kissing her.
 

 

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