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Coming November 17 - Devlin's Grace from Rebel Ink Press

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From Devlin’s Grace, here’s an excerpt: “I don’t sleep much, anyway.” His hesitant manner hinted maybe he didn’t usually volunteer such personal information any more than she invited men up to drink coffee or rode motorcycles. Her hand trembled the tiniest bit as Gracie put her cup up to her lips. Dev made her nervous, but he evoked a growing sense of tenderness, too. And his presence leached out a lot of her usual bashful reserve. Deep weariness shadowed his eyes and haunted his face, she noted, so she asked, “Why don’t you?” This time, his mug shook between his hands. After a heavy moment of silence, he sighed. “You can’t expect the devil to have sweet dreams, darlin’. Thanks for the coffee. I’ve got to go – morning comes early and I have to work.” When he held out the cup, Gracie noticed the scarring on the underside of his left arm. Dead white skin mottled with angry red patches and rough ridges indicated he’d suffered serious burns. She noticed similar scars on the side of his neck and wondered how much of his body had been affected. Everything she’d learned screamed at her to say nothing, to ignore what she saw, but Gracie followed instinct. After accepting the cup, she put it down on the end table and touched the old burn. Her fingers brushed against the coarse skin and marveled to find it cool. She expected heat, but it would’ve gone long ago. Dev started to jerk away from her, but when she touched him, he stopped. Like a bird poised for flight, he remained still as she stroked the damaged area. Before she could speak, he pulled his arm back and with a defiant glint in his eyes, he removed his t-shirt. “If you want to see the scars, you can see them all,” Dev said, voice harsh and hoarse. He revealed a torso dappled with terrible raised welts, both back and belly. These scars were worse than the others. Raised red ropes twined like vines over his flesh, fused and almost melted. The agony Dev endured was beyond anything she could imagine and Gracie’s eyes brimmed with tears. They spilled over, down her cheeks with silent hurt. One glance at his face, set hard and as stoic as a statue intensified her empathy. She laid her right hand on his back, his scarred flesh beneath her touch and with her left she touched the center of his chest. Beneath her hand his heartbeat thumped, rapid but steady. His eyes locked with hers and in them Gracie glimpsed flickers of his personal hell. Confusion showed up, too, along with regret and maybe shame. Whatever she did or said now would be pivotal, she sensed. Based on her actions he’d either leave and be gone from her forever, something she didn’t want, or a new beginning would emerge, delicate and fragile. If she took time to think, she’d be lost so Gracie mined deep into her woman’s soul. When words came, she spoke them, her voice soft and yet as constant as the evening stars. “Oh, Dev, it must’ve hurt so much.” “I don’t want your pity,” he said, a snarl transforming his face into something wolfish, alien. “Don’t feel sorry for me, babe. I don’t need charity and I sure as hell don’t need you to tell me some dumb ass feel good bunch of shit. So quit crying over me. Maybe it makes you feel better, but it makes me mad.” “It isn’t pity,” Gracie told him. “I admire you. It takes a lot of courage to overcome hurts like this. I hurt for you, but I don’t feel sorry for you. I hate you had to go through such pain, but I’m crying because I care.” His hard face softened a little. “Why?” In this raw moment, she could give him nothing but honesty. “I don’t know, but I do.” https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-devlin039sgrace-1004238-148.html http://www.amazon.com/Devlins-Grace-ebook/dp/B00A8J1D1I/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1353110924&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=devlin%27s+grace+lee+ann+sontheimer+murphy http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/devlins-grace-lee-ann-sontheimer-murphy/1113805013?ean=2940015838688 http://www.bookstrand.com/devlins-grace MY LINKS Twitter: leeannwriter From Sweet to Heat: The Romance of Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphyhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/From-Sweet-To-Heat-The-Romance-of-Lee-Ann-Sontheimer-Murphy/287540748010934?ref=hl My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/#!/leeann.sontheimermurphy Website/blog: http://leeannsontheimermurphywriterauthor.blogpspot.com Blog: Rebel Writer: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy http://leeannsontheimermurphy.blogspot.com Author In The House blog: http://authorinthehouse.blogspot.com Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Lee-Ann-Sontheimer-Murphy/e/B004JPBM6I http://www.linkedin.com/pub/lee-ann-sontheimer-murphy/22/3a4/a75 Excerpt Two: He greeted her with a quiet smile, naked as Adam in the Garden of Eden. His lean, scarred body immediately aroused her, all the more because Gracie knew from his expression he’d sloughed away some of his inner darkness for now. Devlin glanced around the bedroom and grinned. In place of the candles she’d wanted Gracie draped the single bedside lamp with a thin kitchen towel to soften the illumination. The muted light set a similar mood and she’d found a Mannheim Steamroller CD among Dev’s collection so delightful music created some background ambiance. Her earlier desire stirred and with a racy little witch walk, hips swaying, Gracie walked over to him. Without a word, she touched his chest then dropped her hands lower to cup his manhood between her palms. His cock came to life with speed and Devlin kissed her, without artifice and with nothing between them but basic want and sheer need. His mouth cherished hers, nurtured and nuzzled Gracie’s lips. Tingles danced along her spine and legs. Devlin’s kisses sent electricity through her nipples and turned her pussy moist. He held her and his hands strayed over her flesh, removing her garments with deft skill. His kisses continued and he moved downward to kiss her breasts until she shivered. Gracie’s fingers fondled Dev’s nipples and when they turned hard beneath her touch, she put her mouth over one to suckle. His moan of pleasure fired her further and for the first time she dropped to her knees. Gracie took his dick into her mouth and sucked, evoking a new sensation for her, more than a little strange yet she liked it. When it stiffened, she used her lips to caress and Devlin cried out with wordless delight. “Oh, Jesus, babe,” he said, “That’s good, real good. Don’t quit now.” Unable to answer, Gracie used her tongue and Devlin quivered. She continued until she thought he’d explode in her mouth and withdrew. Dev jerked her to her feet then backed her to the bed. In their haste for fulfillment neither turned down the covers and as soon as she found herself on her back, Gracie opened her legs wide. Devlin dived between them, his cock proud and ready. He entered her hard, swift and sure. On impact, her walls tightened around him to squeeze as he moved within, each thrust bringing a new wave of pure pleasure. Gracie’s body hummed with gladness as the erotic buzz of good sex claimed her. Their connection rocked them both and they spiraled upward toward satisfaction, each level increasing the intensity of the sensual spasms. Gracie strained against Devlin, clinging and almost crying for release. His guttural noises of bliss brought her home and they came in a wild, spinning rush of ecstasy. 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Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy writes romance about everyday people often caught up in extraordinary circumstances. Her titles range from contemporary to historical to time travel and sometimes stray into the paranormal. She is a native of the historic city of St. Joseph, Missouri, a jumping off spot for countless wagon trains in the days of the old west and where outlaw Jesse James met his death. She now lives in a small Ozark town in what passes for the suburbs. As a member of Romance Writers of America, Missouri Writers Guild, and the Ozark Writers League, Lee Ann pens a weekly column for the local newspaper. She has served on the local library board and arts council. As a member of the Rebel Elite team, her upcoming releases will shift to exclusive Rebel in 2013. She’s married with three children and one spoiled Jack Russell terrier.

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