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Hi Colorimetry readers!!! This tour stop requires a WARNING - there is steamy adult content contained in this post that is shocking. You can tell by the blog tour banner that this is an adult romance book... my (toned down) post contains an excerpt and a guest post by AM Hargrove that makes me blush and sets off my mamma-language-bleeper. I give you permission to role your eyes skip along your innocent way without "reading more" here today. As for me... I get a little extra chocolate for stepping out of my comfort zone.
This is, of course, a paranormal dystopian romance. Just the "adult" passion & language is not my usual. Ok... I'll hush now. If you dare, please welcome AM Hargrove...
A Praestani Novel
by AM Hargrove
Published November 9th 2012 by AM Hargrove
Attention: This is an ADULT Book!
Dark Waltz--A sizzling legend of loss, lust and love.
It’s the year 2030 and the human population has been annihilated by a virulent form of small pox. Liasare Davidson is desperately searching for her brother, who has been missing for three months. It’s been eighteen years since she was evacuated from Earth and she is horrified to see it’s become a cesspool of unimaginable things.
In her quest to find her brother, she meets Jurek, a powerful and enigmatic being that frightens her, yet she is unable to resist. When things begin to unfold between them, they both discover a paralyzing truth that puts Liasare at grave risk. She must make a choice to join Jurek and find her brother or fulfill a role she believes she is ill equipped to undertake.
“Going somewhere?” that husky voice asked.
She sucked in her breath and dropped her weapon, as his voice startled her. Before her brain could comprehend what was happening, she felt her body swirling through a vortex. She finally came to rest in another place.
Disoriented and dizzy, she tried to focus on her surroundings, but everything seemed to tilt sideways. She reached out her hand to stop herself from falling, but only succeeded in grabbing a fistful of air. Not knowing which way was up or down, she tried, unsuccessfully, to break her fall. Instead, she felt her breath leave her body in a whoosh as she slammed into the ground.
Fighting for oxygen, her diaphragm wouldn’t cooperate with her brain’s commands. Worse yet, she felt a pair of hands latch onto her waist, drag her to her feet and ram her back into a wall. Her head hung down as she fought to draw in precious oxygen, yet found she was still unable to do so. Then the a***** had the nerve to jam his arm straight into her diaphragm and start demanding things of her.
“Who do you work for?”
Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a poor fish that had been hauled out of the water, desperate to be thrown back in.
“I’ll ask again, who do you work for?” he bit out each word with precision.
Things began to turn grey and hazy as the lack of air finally took its toll on her brain. She knew she was going to pass out.
Double crapitty crap!
Her head lolled to the side and...blink, lights out.
Jurek looked at her and cursed, “What the f***?”
He hadn’t realized she was so close to losing it. He laid her out on the floor and looked at her for a moment. She wasn’t beautiful in that traditional, cookie-cutter sense, but there was something about her that enticed him. Her chestnut mane for one, and Jurek had always been a sucker for women with beautiful hair, but those hazel eyes of hers were something else. Her full lips were kissably soft, he thought, as he ran his thumb along her mouth. He finally placed his hand on her forehead and in seconds, she came to, moaning.
Her eyes fluttered open and when the recognition in them flickered, those hazel eyes shot sparks of gold. Hovering before her was the dark haired man from the bar. She wouldn’t have had to open her eyes to know it was him since every cell in her body was on fire with his power.
Soft black hair hung close to his shoulders and he wore it brushed back off his face. Liasare briefly wondered if it would feel as soft as it looked. He had a bit of scruff on his face; he obviously hadn’t bothered to shave in the last couple of days. His lips were full and sensuous and definitely made for kissing. In fact, Liasare could imagine running her tongue along that lower lip of his, tugging on it and gently sucking it. What made her nearly lose it were his eyes. They were extraordinary. Lavender, rimmed in indigo with flecks of silver swirling within their depths, Liasare had never seen anything so stunning in her life.
Regaining her senses, Liasare flew to her feet and threw a right uppercut that connected beneath Jurek’s jaw. Had he been a lesser man, it would have laid him out. Then she spun on her heel and began the motion for an intended groin kick, but his quick reflexes caught her leg before it connected and he flicked it off with his hand.
“You flaming a*****. Who do you think you are? You f***ing knock the wind out of me and then you do it again for shits and giggles? Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Watch your language and I’m asking the questions here.”
“Not anymore,” Liasare hissed as she turned to head out of the building.
Before she could take another step, an arm snaked out and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her tightly against his chest and whispered huskily into her ear, “I asked you a question. I want to know who you’re working for and I don’t intend to let you go until I get an answer.”
His voice washed over her with that electrifying intense heat. She felt her skin erupt in a million goose bumps as every hair on her body stood at attention.
Damn him, she thought. How can he have this kind of power over me? F***!
“You have no idea Brownie.”
“Mmm. Brownie. For that glorious mane of hair you have.” His hand spanned across her stomach and she felt a million butterflies suddenly erupt as he hugged her tightly against him.
“I’ll bet you taste better than one too.” If she could have turned around she would have seen the corners of his mouth turn up as he baited her.
Thoughts about Jurek from Liasare
I knew I should have been afraid of him. The way my body lit up...literally felt electrically charged around him...should’ve made me wary. I ignored all the signs. It was most likely my innocence and inexperience in dealing with men. I’d been sheltered from them all my life. Tommy had kept me safe and protected from men like him. I should’ve heeded the warning signs and ran like hell. But hindsight...twenty twenty and all. And me, Liasare, dumbassery and all. So hot sexy dude grabs me, then makes all these crazy demands, and then to top it off, never even gives me the chance to answer before he knocks the wind out of me and I pass out. I wake up and I’m totally out of it...disoriented...and the MF is still demanding crap and at this point I can’t even tell him my name. And wait...then he has the nerve...the audacity to call me Brownie. I mean, come on. Brownie.
That’s not even the worst of it all. I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life. Oh, this gets better. I wish the MF were ugly...as a mud fence. But NOOOOO...he’s freakin’ hot and in my FACE. So I’m in his little group and his buddy boy starts calling me Brownie now too. Oh and they think it’s all super funny. Like a bunch of little school girls or something. So I stick my arm out to punch Buddy Boy and WTF...I get freakin’ electrocuted. I don’t know what these people are made of, but it must be pure voltage. Next thing I know I’m drooling and seizing and in terrific pain. Then Mr. Hot Pants is next to me. Last thing I want is to get another lightening bolt up my ass but I can’t move. I’m paralyzed. He says he won’t hurt me...yeah right. Our definitions of hurt must be totally different. Cuz right now, every nociceptor in my body is screaming.
Of course, he picks me up, carries me to another room and places me on a cot. Then the strangest thing happens...not that all of this isn’t over the top strange to begin with. Really...am I effin Alice and did I fall into the rabbit hole cuz my mind isn’t dealing right now.
Get this...he puts his hand on my forehead and all of a sudden I’m in heaven. This amazing feeling of complete and utter nirvana washes over me and honest to God, I’ve never felt so good in all my life. But oh, boy that isn’t all. I start to get this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that begins to intensify and then it’s centering on that place...well, you know where, and I’m not going to spell it out for you. You’re smart you can figure it out. And guess what happens next? You got it! I am over the top and fallin’ off the edge. Now I’m thinking, what the hell just happened here? I ask him and he, of course, gives me some smart ass remark. But let me tell you, that, my friends is just the beginning of super magic hands Jurek. Now, if you want to find out more, you’re gonna have to read Dark Waltz! :-D
About the Author:
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodgeball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what lap top out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone and hit #4 on her speed dial.
"Boss, is that you?"
"Why yes, A. M., who else would be answering my phone?"
"Er... right. Well, I'm calling to let you know you can pick up my luxury Ford Focus at Starbucks near the interstate."
"Why ever would I want to do that?"
"Because I quit you idiot!"
A.M. hit the end button and speed dialed her husband.
"Hi hubs, can you pick me up at Starbucks?"
"Sure... Having some car trouble?"
"Not at all. I don't have a car to have trouble with because I just quit my job."
"It's time for a new career and I am going to be a very famous novelist."
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a young adult paranormal romance author of self-published ebooks. Her series, The Guardians of Vesturon, centers around a family of six siblings and is a mix of humor, mystery, suspense and of course, love. Survival is her first book in the series and her second, Resurrection will be released in January.
If you're wondering, it didn't happen EXACTLY that way, but....
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