Two Weeks Away!

Attractive blond man undoing his cuff links and looking into the camera. 3d mockups of Score Her Heart by Danica Flynn. Score Her Heart logo on top left corner. Image for 2 weeks on bottom right corner

Whew everyone, Score Her Heart is ALMOST here! It’s almost two weeks away — 16 days in fact but who’s counting? (Me, I’m counting.)

To celebrate the release of the new book, I decided to put the ebook for Take The Shot on sale through March 7th. Get it now, so you can read about Dinah and Noah’s story before you dive into Fi and Riley’s story in a couple weeks. The books are written in parallel, but you don’t necessarily have to read both of them. It’s more fun if you do though!

Here’s another excerpt from the upcoming book. I can’t wait for you all to read this book!


His hands were in my hair, and I pulled at the collar of his shirt with both of my hands. I kissed him back urgently like I needed his tongue in my mouth in order to breathe air. We pulled away from each other as suddenly as the kiss started, both of our chests heaving from being out of breath.

He leaned his forehead against mine. “Would it be bad if I told you I missed you?”

“No,” I whispered back. “I missed you, too.” My hands clutched the lapels of his dress shirt, and I wanted to tear it off of him.

His hands covered my own, and he pushed my hands off of him. I pouted, and he laughed at me while he squeezed out of the suit jacket. “I need a beer. Do you want a beer?” he asked. 

Instead of answering his question, I blurted out the first thing that came into my head. “No, I want you.”

He froze mid-getting up from the couch, but then he sat back down. He reached down to grab onto my thighs and swung me around, so I was straddling his hips on the couch. I melted at his touch while his hands roamed down my back until he firmly squeezed my ass. 

I placed my hands on his chest. “Why haven’t we had sex since Vegas?” I asked.

“I didn’t want you to think that was all I wanted,” he answered with a grunt as I ground myself against the hard bulge in his pants. Oh, his dick certainly was happy that I was on top of him. 

“You say you want this marriage to work, but you’ve been keeping me at arm’s length. Riley, I have needs, too.”

He sighed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I promised you that I wouldn’t be like him. That I wouldn’t forget we hadn’t had sex in months.” 

“It hasn’t been months.”

“Not the point, Fiona,” he growled.

Mmm, I loved that growly alpha-male shit. 

“Oh. Well, you can make it up to me now,” I whispered into his ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

I gripped the back of his neck hard, digging my fingernails roughly into his skin. “I want you to touch me, please.”

“Where?” he asked huskily. 

“Everywhere,” I breathed.


Hope you enjoy. Make sure you preorder the book HERE.

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