Trapped In Love is ONE week away!

It’s only one more week until Trapped In Love is in your hands! I’m so excited for it to come out and I hope you all love it.

BUT before the release, I’m going to be signing books at RomantiConn this weekend! I’ll have a limited amount of paperbacks of Trapped In Love I’ll be selling at the event. I’ll also have copies of all my other books. If you’re local, come check it out. Tickets are still on Sale.

And since you made it this far, here’s another excerpt!


“What do you want?” I growled and tried to muscle my way out of the closet, but I
tripped over my own feet and would have landed on the floor if he hadn’t put a steady hand on
my hip.

My breath caught in my throat at the weight of his hand. My sex-deprived brain couldn’t
stop thinking about what his hands could do to me. Images of his tattooed arm slipping down
between my legs and inside my underwear flashed inside my mind.
I really need to get laid.

He took his hand off me, and I found myself disappointed. I shouldn’t have felt that way.
I should have shoved him off me and told him to get bent.

He took the vacuum out of my hand. “There’s not much left to do. You can go home if
you want.”

I shook my head. “Nah, you can’t close by yourself.”

“Okay, in that case, sweet thing, get your fine ass out there and help me close up.”

“You’re insufferable,” I said with a scoff and gave him the signature ‘Gemma Glare’ he
was used to. Most people didn’t get that look. I prided myself on being a beacon of positivity, but
with Felix, I let all my negative energy bubble to the surface. It wasn’t healthy, and I didn’t like
that about myself, but he brought out the worst in me.

“You love it,” he teased.

“I hate you. Get out of my face.”

“No, you don’t,” he said. He reached a hand up and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I shivered at his touch, and hated myself for it.

“Yes. I do,” I argued, but my voice faltered. He didn’t move his hand, instead he framed
my face, forcing me to look into those dark eyes of his.

“You love our banter,” he said, almost seductively. He stared intently at my lips like he
was thinking of leaning down and kissing me.

“Banter? I can’t stand you!” I exclaimed and fixed him with another glare.

But he smirked at me, like the cat who got the cream. Like he was about to do something
that was really going to piss me off.

Before I could stop him, his lips descended on mine. I should have pushed him away, but
my hormones got the better of me, and I melted into his kiss. His tongue slid across my lips, and
his hands went into my hair, pulling me closer. I moaned and opened to him, letting him angle
my head into whatever position he wanted.

He kissed me like a man starved, and it made my body come alive. Maybe that was why I
didn’t stop him.


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