Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Devil's Contract by Claire Contreras: Promo Tour w/ Excerpt & Giveaway


He gave them a choice.

She took it.

He made her promise two years.

She should have known there was a catch.

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Claire Contreras graduated with her BA in Psychology from Florida International University. She lives in Miami, Florida with her husband, two little boys, and three dogs.

Her favorite past times are: daydreaming, writing, and reading.

She has been described as a random, sarcastic, crazy girl with no filter.

Life is short, and it’s more bitter than sweet, so she tries to smile as often as her face allows. She enjoys stories with happy endings, because life is full of way too many unhappy ones or ones that will scare the daylights out of her and have her looking over her shoulder at every turn. Like I said, she's very random.

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“Amara… look at me. If you’ve ever fucking felt anything for me, you would look at me right now.”

She met his gaze as he cupped her cheek with his hand, brushing his fingers along her jaw.

“Tell me this isn’t real,” he said in the low voice that always twisted Amara’s insides. He inched closer to her so that his bent knee touched hers. “Tell me what we have is just sex,” he said, pressing his lips lightly on hers before backing away to look at her. He dragged his hand over her breasts and down to her stomach. “Tell me I don’t make you feel something here,” he said, tracing his fingertips along the hem of her shirt. She shivered as he touched her skin. He leaned into her and sucked on her neck, making a trail up to the skin behind her ear. “Tell me, baby,” he whispered huskily in her ear. “Tell me this is only physical. Tell me you only call me late at night because you want my dick and not my attention.”

The last thing she wanted was to be turned on by his words. She wanted to prove him wrong and walk out to lessen the pain they would both feel when she was gone, but she couldn’t fight him when he had his lips on her like that.

“You’re my friend,” Amara said lamely.

“Am I?” he asked as he continued to tease her, his lips traveling across her chest, her collarbone, tasting any skin he could reach.

“Yes,” she gasped when he stretched her shirt up and over her breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth. “My best friend.”

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