Saturday, February 7, 2015

When Fates Collide (Fates #1) by Isabelle Richards: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

Life can change in the blink of an eye. One moment, Lily Preston is trapped in a loveless marriage. In a split second she is free, but at what cost? Her mundane life is set into a free fall of tragedy and terror. Her husband maybe out of her life, but he left a storm of collateral damage behind and the burden is on Lily to sort it out.

Fate connects Lily with Gavin Edwards, a charmingly handsome British gentleman that has been drawn into her tangled circumstance. Gavin is everything Lily’s husband wasn’t and gives her hope that love really does exist. Gavin wants nothing more than to sweep Lily up and carry her off into the sunset, far away from the devastation left behind by her husband. Gavin has been the first breath of fresh air in her life, but she isn’t looking to be saved. She needs to clean up her husband’s mess and find a way to save herself in the process.

Does she throw caution to the wind and open her heart? Or listen to her head that tells her and go it alone until she’s found herself again?


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About the Author:

Isabelle Richards spent years as a speech writer before tacking fiction of her own. An avid reader of all genres, Isabelle is drawn to romance novels as they provide an escape from daily life. Through her complex cast of characters, Isabelle creates a sanctuary for readers to dive into for a break from reality.

When she is not writing, Isabelle works as an advocate for persons with disabilities in Washington, DC. Her two yellow labs are her writing partners, although they frequently sleep on the job.

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Excerpt:

Excited beyond measure, I practically run to the hotel. My heels echo on the black-and-gold marble floor as I walk with determination, searching for the elevator. I’ve pushed the button a dozen times, as if that will make the car arrive quicker, when my feet suddenly leave the floor. My left shoe falls off my foot as I’m spun around. “I couldn’t wait another second,” Gavin says in between kisses.

After we’ve been kissing for what seems like forever, he puts me down. I open my eyes and see the whole lobby staring at us. Guess we’ve made a scene again. His chest puffs up, telling me he’s as proud as can be, but I’m mortified. I snatch my shoe off the ground and scurry onto the elevator. Thankfully, he collects my forgotten bags, which I had dropped during our public kiss-fest.

The elevator fills quickly, pushing us to the back of the car. Gavin’s hand presses possessively across my stomach, and I lean my head against his chest, his heart pounding in my ear. Closing my eyes, I float in the heavenly smell of his cologne. He pulls me tight against him. My contours hug his shape, as if I were drawn to fit around him. Being encased in the sensory experience that is Gavin is blissfully orgasmic, even fully dressed. In the weeks since he left DC, I’ve felt out of sorts, but being next to him for this three-minute elevator ride, I feel myself coming back together.

He threads his fingers between mine just before the elevator car opens then kisses the back of my hand before leading me to our hotel room. Few words have been spoken between us, but the anticipation is palpable. He winks as he slides the key card in, unlocking the door. The green light clicks on, and in one smooth movement, he pulls me in room, kicks the door closed, and has me pinned against the wall.

Gavin brushes a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Unable to hold back another moment, I kiss him. We become a tangle of tongues and limbs, crashing together, eager for more contact. My fingertips trace the toned muscles of his back as his arms envelope me, pulling me so close that I can no longer ignore the already impressive bulge in his pants. A deep groan escapes his lips when I wrap my legs around him, desperate for friction. He pushes me harder against the wall. I’m sure there’ll be a bruise tomorrow, but the slight pain will be such a delicious reminder of this moment.


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