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SECOND CHANCES — Lauren Dane
Carina Press
ISBN:
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Small Town
Length: Novel
Release Date: October 25
(this is a revised reprint of an earlier title)

Ten years ago, Rori Simon left town shy, unattractive and with zero self-esteem. Now she’s back, older, stronger and finally loving herself—and it shows. Hot men are soon knocking at her door, including Jude Callahan, the bad boy who starred in her teenage daydreams…and her adult fantasies.

Jude can’t believe the sexy, confident woman before him is actually Rori! She’s gotten under his skin like no other woman has…and brings out secret desires he can’t resist. He wants to dominate Rori with every fiber of his being. Wants to own her and pleasure her. To cherish her as he makes her his.

Rori discovers she likes being controlled. She also knows Jude is not a one-woman man. Everything changes when she meets Zach Helm. Edgy, sensual Zach knows just what she needs, and before long, she’s in love. Jude watches them together and wonders if he’s lost his chance forever…


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Brooding heroes have been the staple of romance for a long time. Certainly for as long as I can recall. Of course, the days of the ever-scowling, intractable hero is mostly gone. Today’s readers still want an alpha male, but with a core of tenderness when it comes to his lady.

That’s the delicate balance I had to strike in my newest erotic romance – released today – In His Arms. RJ is dark and passionate, commanding yet cherishing. A strong man driven to protect Summer, while also attuned to the danger surrounding them. A hero who moved me greatly as I created him. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to illustrate what I mean.

Owned by one man, loved by another. . .

Abducted and delivered into sexual slavery, Lori has surrendered her will in order to survive. For more than a decade, she’s been known as Summer, a lovely submissive, her owner’s possession until he gives her to his newest lieutenant, a mysterious man called RJ. Commanding and virile, RJ dominates without cruelty and possesses without threat, engendering a mixture of safety and passion. In his strong arms, Summer enjoys carnal pleasure she’s never known and tenderness she’s craved. In his heated gaze, she experiences a sense of recognition she doesn’t immediately understand until it proves dangerous in a way she could never have imagined. Bound by desire and their growing love, RJ traverses the shadowy world of human trafficking, risking all for Summer’s freedom only to learn she harbors a fateful secret that threatens to tear her from him, leading to an irrevocable event that risks both their lives.

EXCERPT: (At this point in the story, RJ has already taken possession of Summer – he knows what lies ahead, she does not)

As Hogan directed his Mercedes away from the hotel’s front entrance, RJ lowered his sun visor, using the vanity mirror to observe Summer in the backseat.

Her lovely face was pale, expressionless.

As she turned her head and leaned up, almost imperceptibly, her sable hair swung forward, the silky ends brushing her cheeks. Her gaze swept the streets, lingering on the signs, attempting to determine their direction.

In the suite, RJ had caught her building unease. His withdrawn mood prevented her from asking any more questions he was reluctant to answer, personal or otherwise. She’d eaten when he wanted her to do so, dressed when he said she should, while trying to hide her thoughts from him.

The halting way she’d breathed and her mechanical movements told RJ exactly what was going through her mind. No matter what had happened between them last night, she still wanted Anthony, not him.

Hogan slowed his vehicle behind a line of cars at a red light.

Looking in their direction, but not really seeing them, RJ brooded over his reaction to Summer’s choice in men, a matter that shouldn’t have bothered him. Ordinarily, he wasn’t a jealous man. His ex-wife had certainly tried to get a rise out of him so he’d be more involved in their marriage. Unable to, she split.

He’d wanted it to bother him. It hadn’t for long. Practicality ruled his nature.

His gaze returned to the vanity mirror. He glanced at Summer’s fingers curled into a tight fist against the car’s window, her birthmark hidden beneath the sleeve of her black trench coat.

Lust and tenderness coursed through RJ in equal measure. His eyes swept over her, eager to see all he could, knowing it wasn’t enough.

Frowning, he looked away, watching Hogan edge forward with the other cars before jockeying the Mercedes to the left. What the hell? They should be going toward the right. RJ was ready to ask about the change in direction when he spotted the accident up ahead. They’d have to take a detour. His attention returned to Summer.

Blocked by Hogan’s seat and the car’s angle, she didn’t see the accident. Her head swung to her window, then to the one on the other side, her eyes vigilant, searching.

Hogan flicked on the turn signal. Summer flinched at the faint clicking sound.

A powerful urge to comfort her welled up in RJ as it had last night. This time, he drove it back. The less she knew about his plans for her, the better for both of them.

She turned her head farther right, watching as they edged past the two-vehicle wreck. Although her expression remained passive, RJ saw the scaling anxiety in her eyes. She settled back in the seat, her face to the front, her gaze darting to his sun visor. Unexpectedly, she met his eyes in the vanity mirror. Behind her tension, he saw naked despair.

The muscles in his chest tightened at her unhappiness, her utter helplessness, the same look he’d witnessed as she’d wakened from her nightmare, her skin slick with perspiration, her mouth tight with panic. At the time, her fear had nearly undone him. She’d seemed so damn young, more a teenager than a woman of twenty-six. He’d been tempted to tell her again she had nothing to fear…she’d never again be hurt.

The words didn’t come. He couldn’t allow it because any promise he made might very well turn out to be a lie. His job was to make certain she trusted him. It was the only way he could ensure her safety.

His stomach knotted. Ignoring it and pulling his gaze from her, he drew deeply on his cigarillo, filling his lungs, exhaling slowly. Cherry-scented smoke swirled around him and drifted to Hogan, who RJ had heard was trying to quit smoking.

The man’s jaw clenched even harder. He gripped the steering wheel and cursed the shitty traffic that forced them into another prolonged stop. During it, he pulled a square of nicotine gum from his pocket and popped it in his mouth.

RJ enjoyed his smoke, ignoring how it deepened Hogan’s misery. He made no move to hide his undeniable contempt for the man. Being gracious and backing down wouldn’t be prudent, not if he wanted to survive in Anthony’s operation.

The dynamics of the man’s enterprise were no different than those found in Pelican Bay, California’s supermax prison housing the worst of the worst. Behind that facility’s walls, a wise man took the offensive quickly to establish his dominance. He tolerated no shit, fought when he had to and killed without hesitation, accepting the reality there’d never be any parole or freedom.

To the best of RJ’s knowledge, no one had ever left Anthony’s employ alive. More smoke poured over his lips. He blew the last of it toward the windshield.

Chewing his nicotine gum, Hogan made a right and then another, following the route until he returned to their original street. In the distance, RJ saw the signs directing traffic to the Golden Gate Bridge. In the mirror, he watched Summer’s reaction. Puzzlement flickered in her eyes as though she’d expected them to go south instead of north, perhaps to another city or the airport.

On the bridge, scores of tourists braved the somber day and chilly wind. College-age kids walked briskly, their cheeks reddened, their smiles widened at either their stamina or this new adventure. Parents with small children stopped to point out the sights—the boats on San Francisco Bay, Treasure Island shrouded in fog, the tops of Sausalito’s and Tiburon’s hills piercing the gray mist.

The bundled-up kids bounced in place. Most likely from being cold, RJ wagered, than from excitement. A few of the men carried their smallest children on their shoulders, the little ones clutching their fathers’ heads for dear life as traffic whooshed by.

Suppressing a smile, he glanced at the vanity mirror, Summer’s face turned to the college-aged kids and the families. Sadness and envy shone in her eyes. They were free. She was not.

Just as quickly, as though she sensed him watching, her expression changed. It became guarded, indifferent, until they left the bridge and continued up the 101, known as Redwood Highway at this point, then turned right onto the 131, Tiburon Boulevard.

She stared at the surroundings RJ knew were familiar to her, her bewilderment evolving into a bit of relief, then renewed caution as the vehicle approached the heavily vegetated promontory and Anthony Karam’s estate.

Anthony Karam is the human trafficker who has held Summer prisoner all these years. Only in RJ’s arms does she have a chance of protection, freedom. . .and love.

In His Arms is available today!!

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To celebrate today’s release of In His Arms, I’m offering a contest (runs through to September 10). One lucky commenter will have her choice of one of my following books**:

    1. Lush Velvet Nights – ebook
    2. Adored – ebook
    3. Deep, Dark, Delicious – ebook
    4. Close to Perfect – mass market paperback
    5. Bad Boys with Red Roses – trade paperback
    6. Take My Breath Away – trade paperback

** Winner chosen at random. Winner in continental US has her choice of one of the six. Winner outside continental US has her choice of one of the ebooks

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