Hi all,
First I’d like to say a huge thank
you to my lovely host for having me!
This week
marks an extremely important date for Australians, and I am very
excited to share it with you and my memories of this day growing up.
Australia Day has many great
memories for me. BBQ’s trips to the beach, the whole family coming
together. Us kids getting to drink a ridiculous amount of soft drink
that we never got throughout the year while the grownups embraced the
true Aussie stereotype with a cold beer.
Now that we’re older, our times
are spent more with our own families, but it is still the same. My
husband and I take the kids to the beach, we have a BBQ…only now I
get to drink the beer. LOL ;)
To help celebrate this day with us,
Beachwalk Press will be offering the books written by us Aussie
authors for a discount on the Beachwalk Press website. So make sure
you drop by!
Blurb:
Will the enemy be powerful enough
to break an archangel's promise?
For the last ten years, Gabriella
Richards has struggled with the pain of losing the only man she's
ever loved. From out of nowhere he returns to throw her life into
chaos, and it isn't without consequences.
Hunter Bailey had always known he
was different, but nothing could have prepared him for the truth. As
the son of an archangel, he has been on the run for years from those
who seek to wipe out his kind—the Nephilim. With a destiny unknown
even to himself, nothing will stop him from returning to claim the
woman he loves and the happily-ever-after he was promised.
Gabriella finally has the love of
her life back, but at what cost? And will the enemy be able to break
an archangel's promise?
Excerpt:
Gabriella started
moving forward. Nolan tried pulling her back, but nothing could keep
her still. The need she felt coursing through her, urging her to the
man on the other side of the room, was just too strong, powerful, and
consuming. She barely acknowledged the throng of people surrounding
her as she made her way across the floor, her eyes transfixed on her
destination.
Her destination being
the tall, strong, and commanding form of her childhood best friend.
His dark, almost black, hair still fell into his sapphire eyes, and
his lips looked just as soft and supple as they had been the last
time she had seen him. When she stopped mere inches from him,
Gabriella held her breath, unable to believe Hunter really stood in
front of her.
The small quirk of his
lips at her indecision answered her question. Oh, this was her
Hunter all right.
Hunter’s hand came
up to cup the back of her neck, drawing her those few inches closer.
Shocked at their sudden closeness, Gabriella only had enough time to
suck in a breath before his other arm came around her, pulling her
against his hard chest, his mouth taking hers in a kiss filled with
possession and a hunger that had her opening up for more.
The kiss was fearless,
robbing her of thought. Gabriella’s body melted under his mastery,
becoming pliant, molding into his as if they’d done this a million
times before. She felt a thrill run through her as the familiarity of
the man’s embrace drew her in deeper. This was her Hunter. Oh God.
Hunter’s hand roaming up and down her back created such delicious
sparks of electricity along her spine. She’d never felt so hungry,
so needy.
Pulling back, needing
to breathe and to see his face, Gabriella felt tears pool in her
eyes. “You’re real.”
Hunter smiled down at
her, his eyes softening as his large hands cupped her face. “Yeah,
Gabby. It’s me.”
How was it possible?
Hunter was standing right in front of her, kissing her. It was all so
surreal. She caressed her fingers over his tanned face, taking it all
in. His features, once boyish, were different. They were replaced
with a strong jaw line and an essence of confidence and maturity.
Gabriella noticed that his eyes, though still the same startling
sapphire, now held flecks of azure and shards of cobalt that made
them seem fiercer somehow.
Still the same, but so
different as well.
“I missed you.”
The deep rumble of his voice made her weak in the knees and dampen
between her legs. It was such a strong reaction, it startled her out
of her haze.
He had been gone so
long.
Too long.
What the hell was she
doing?
Wrenching herself out
of his arms, Gabriella gazed up at him, at the boy who had left her
broken and alone. The longer she stared into his eyes, the more
furious she became with both him and herself. Why on earth was she
kissing him? And how dare he show up like this, acting like he had
all the right in the world to be there.
Raising her hand, she
delivered a blow straight across his handsome face. Hunter had
clearly not been expecting that reaction because he staggered back,
his shock evident as his eyes
widened and his hand
covered the abused cheek.
“What was that for?”
“Really? You have no
idea why I would want to slap you?” she seethed. “You
disappeared, Hunter. You left when you swore you never would. I
thought you were dead.”
His face softened,
which just served to irritate her more. “I know my leaving like
that must have hurt, but surely you can give me a chance to explain.”
Unbelievable. The
bastard thought she actually had to give him a chance. She didn’t
owe him a fucking thing.
“No, Hunter. I don’t
have to give you a damn thing.” Spinning on her heels, she headed
for the doors leading to the stairway. Screw waiting for the lift.
The sooner she got out of there the better.
“So that’s it. You
won’t give me anything?” Hunter called out behind her.
Pausing at the
doorway, she turned to see him still standing in the spot she had
left him, and smiled sadly. “You know, if you had shown up a few
years ago, I probably would have given you anything you asked for.”
Her face hardened, and she narrowed a glare on him. “But I was
weaker then. I had to become tougher because the pain of losing you
was too much to bare. So congratulations, Hunter, you made me a
stronger person. You should be proud.”
Author bio:
Jess
Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She
married her high school sweetheart and they live on the Central Coast
with their two children. Jess is a hopeless romantic who loves
stories about true love with a happy ending—which is probably a
good thing given what she writes. She is a huge fan of M/M and M/F
romance—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be
shifters, vampires, cowboys, or the boy next door. Jess is a firm
believer in soul mates, happily-ever-afters, and love at first sight,
but that sometimes people need a second or a third meeting for the
brain to catch up.
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