Book Blurb
Luxury's sole desire is to love Victor, a man that cannot love her. She once feared him. Mysterious and dark, Victor's cerulean eyes hypnotized Luxury's mind and commanded the drumming of her heart. The Duke has claimed her. Victor will keep Luxury against The Queen's order.
As the palace echoes with footsteps, the English dare to whisper the horrible truths. Suspense crescendos along with intoxicating sex.
The beast has made it clear who Luxury belongs to and how much of him he will allow: Money. Sex. Nothing more.
The stakes are high. Now fear... love.
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Book Blurbs
FEAR I
22 year old Luxury Whitson is a romantic at heart. Yet this
florist only grasp at love is listening to a customer's sentimental story while
he purchases a beautiful bouquet of roses for a significant other. When Lux
crosses paths with Victor, his presence commands her attention. From a
tailor-made suit that drapes over 6 feet of muscles to aqua blue eyes that hold
her siege, Lux falls fast. Victor exudes sex, and a plethora of other emotions.
The most intense one being... fear.
Victor has a strict policy: work now, play later. With a sharp
and twisted mind for murder, this billionaire doubles as a hitman. Victor
always takes assassinations seriously until meeting Luxury, the daughter of his
next mark. Now he has a new challenge. Tame Luxury and keep the Whitsons' alive....
FEAR II
Luxury's sole desire is to love Victor, a man
that cannot love her. She once feared him. Mysterious and dark, Victor's
cerulean eyes hypnotized Luxury's mind and commanded the drumming of her heart.
The Duke has claimed her. Victor will keep Luxury against The Queen's order.
As the palace echoes with footsteps, the
English dare to whisper the horrible truths. Suspense crescendos along with
intoxicating sex.
The beast has made it clear who Luxury belongs
to and how much of him he will allow: Money. Sex. Nothing more.
The stakes are high. Now fear... love.
Victor & Luxury
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CHAPTER ONE
Luxury
SEVEN MONTHS AGO…
Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Relentless,
borderline maddening? Each night my dreams are plagued with Victor D’Ross. It’s
as if my subconscious still craves my status.
My vow.
My ownership.
My persistent nightmare consists of every aspect of
the past. Day 20 in our relationship…
He’s
intimidating, even at six feet. His height once scared the heck out of me,
since I’m an inch shy of five feet. Thick, dark wavy hair and baby blues were a
hypnotic decree that made the muscular and golden tanned man even more
frightening. Yes, I once feared the handsome Victor.
At first, I denied Victor’s request to own me. That
sexy British accent tempted me to concede. I took pride in being "my
own" woman. But a man like Victor isn’t familiar with the word ‘no’.
To dominate
my body,
Victor did the opposite.
He knelt before me.
That show of submission made my legs part. Though I
was livid from having to explain my rights to a man that only saw things one
way–his way– my body began to cream for him. As if mere seconds away from his
goal, Victor pushed up my dress even more. His hands grabbed my thong. As the
silk tore, my honey poured. His commanding mouth took to my nether regions,
advising me that Victor’s kneeling, hadn’t given me any control.
I was speechless when he came back up to kiss me.
The fragrance of my climax was all over his lips. He set a spell that beckoned
me toward his way of thinking. Before I had a chance to respond, he went back
down. Adding depth to his rhythm, Victor’s lips softly kissed my clit. The
tiny, tender bulb became his sole focus–all in a desire to obtain my full and
utter submission.
Again, he came back up. Victor allowed me one more
taste of my sugar as his tongue twirled around mine. The residue was a
concoction of honey and delirium. His hands seized my cheeks in a rather rough
manner. Those beautiful blue eyes were a cerulean storm as he glared at me,
“Lux, now who do you belong to?”
“Victor, please,” I began. My resolve crashed down.
Ignoring my last bit of self-control, Victor
continued to feast off my delicate parts. He broke me down, bit by bit. If it
didn’t seem like I would have to be “his” for a lifetime, I would have shouted
it from the rooftops. But Victor . . . His hard stance read that this offering
would end at my very last earthly breath. I begged him to fuck me for an
eternity. He was determined to ignore me for even longer.
My fingers went into his thick, jet-black hair.
“Victor, wait… you own me.”
At that, he sucked and licked harder, making my body
spasm. An orgasm blossomed out of my half-spent lips. Then Victor’s teeth
grazed my inner thigh. He bit down into the toned flesh. I gasped at the pain,
a warning for not professing his ownership in the first place.
“Again,”
he said, coming up as his, eyes pulled mine into a trance.
“Victor
you own every inch of my body,” I sighed. Damn. He. Got. Me.
“Until?”
“You
throw me away!” I gasped at how stupid I had become.
“Until
you die.” After the decree absorbed into my bloodstream, Victor’s eyes
disconnected from mine. He stood up, towering over me. Victor picked me up with
a placated smile. “Now, for your insolence…”
He
carried me to the bedroom as if I were precious, yet I knew I’d pay for not
saying yes to him from the start. After silently placing me down, he climbed on
top of me and unbuttoned his linen shirt.
Victor’s
lips crashed down on mine. His kisses bruised my thick lips as if the simple
act gave him even more power over my body than he already possessed. He had me
from day one, so how could he own me even more? Every time we had sex, the bar
increased. It was like sex for the first time…each…and…every…time. In a
maddening state of ecstasy, I nibbled on his bottom lip before letting my
tongue sail against his. Sensing my desire to gain some control, Victor’s large,
callused hands grabbed onto my ass. He squeezed at my thick, caramel butt. It
instinctively warned me against trying my luck or trying to parallel this
control ever again.
There
would only be one reign . . . Victor’s.
The
man acted as if he were British royalty for Christ’s Sake.
My
legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He could never be close
enough. My body was heavy and wet with need. I moaned into his mouth as his
hands reached to the top of my dress and seized a caramel melon. The warm,
roughness of his tongue made a purr escape my full, pink lips. He reached up,
pulled my dress off and unsnapped my bra.
Victor’s
mouth was satin over my erect nipples. His teeth began to drag across my
breast. As his teeth pulled up to my nipple again, he slowly took away the
added pressure. I lost my mind. Literally. This feeling took me into the realm
of ecstasy.
“Stop
closing your eyes,” Victor commanded.
The
command was impossible, because I kept glimpsing heaven. The way he attended to
my body made my eyes close and my mouth curve into a delicious smile. Though I
rather tried, my body was transported to paradise each time Victor bit, sucked,
and surveyed my entire body.
“Look
at me,” Victor ordered. His mouth again took mine hostage. The danger of
staring at his hypnotic eyes took me to new heights as his tongue twirled with
mine. As I said, we were only 20 days strong. I hadn’t yet known that the
psycho was an assassin. But, damn it, I lost myself that day.
Author’s Bio:
Mother of two. Wife of one alpha. And alpha to his alpha. Lover of thrills and enticingly sexy chills.
Azusa Pacific University alumni where God comes first. This dyslexic and highly attention deficit author has received two Bachelors and a Masters in Counseling. Though sociopaths are very interesting, and coupon shopping is just as thrilling as action or cartoon movies, Amarie Avant has taken on romance. Beware anytime you open an Amarie Avant novel: This is not your ordinary love story...
Contact me:
Tell us about yourself.
Though I’m ironically afraid
of scary movies, my books veer toward the darker side of romance and love. ‘Happily
Ever After’ has always been a hard pill to swallow since my day-to-day clients deal with
depression all the way to suicidal tendencies. I write to separate myself from
reality and I enjoy creating character’s who are fully developed.
My favorite pastime
besides writing a good story is being nosy. To me, ‘the life’ is just sitting
back and watching. Then of course, I must know what moves their actions. I’m
all about the “why’s” of life, having a B.A. in psychology (and Child
Development), and a Masters in Counseling. Oh, and just a bit more about me, I
love coupon shopping at high-end department stores, TV shows, and movies. And
I’m dyslexic.
What has been your greatest reward in writing
this book?
Simple. Learning about me. There’s nothing
better than learning that I can finish something I’ve started. Writing a book
is time consuming and knowing when to “chuck it out in to the world” for others
to enjoy is just as hard.
What inspired your series, Fear: Falling in Love
with an Alpha Billionaire?
Well, I thought it would
be just one book, but here I go falling in love with the characters. It may be
the dyslexia in me but I’ve learned to live with complex creativity.
Tell us about your main character.
I have two main
characters. My alpha male, Victor D’Ross, Duke of Arlington. Six foot even,
hypnotic, icy blue eyes and a British accent to boot. Victor is rigid in his
ways. He is royalty so of course he has an aura about him that commands
attention. But you must read the story to learn more about Victor because he
first presents as very aloof.
My doll, Luxury Whitson
is a sweetheart. She’s 4 foot 11 and owns a florist shop in Brooklyn, NY. On
the outside, she is easily persuaded having dealt with the heartbreak of losing
her mother, her closest friend. When she meets Victor its life changing and so
very dangerous.
What are you currently working on?
I’m working on Fear III
the finale. This series will have elevated across the three books. The drama
and tension have begun to climax, now it’s time for a thrilling ending. In
addition, I’m attempting my first ‘straight’ romance, meaning I endeavor toward
not being placed into the box of only being able to write romantic-suspense.
Now,
please check out my books, I’ve put my all into everything from the stories to
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thoughts of my work.
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