7/23/17

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ALERT + GIVEAWAY ($50 AMAZON CARD + SIGNED PAPERBACK): ELUSIVE BY L.A. FIORE!!!

Guys, L.A. Fiore had a release on Friday and whoa! Read how absolutely epic Elusive sounds. I plan to read this week. It's a modern day romance with pirates. Yes, pirates. Ahhhhh! I cannot wait. 

Title: Elusive
Series: Shipwrecked #1
Author: L.A. Fiore
Release Date: July 21, 2017
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SYNOPSIS:
I didn’t set out to be a pirate.
Life for me was about surviving the ugliness that people knew existed but didn’t talk about.
I lived in hell.
Then I saw her.
I knew I couldn’t keep her, but for just a little while I had found heaven.
Eight years later, I can’t get her out of my head.
It is a mistake sailing to her island.
It is a mistake reaching out to her.
She doesn’t recognize me. Or maybe she does.
Closure, it is all I’m after.
Then my past comes back to haunt me.
She’s thrust into my ruthless world. An angel.
A romantic who has a journal that leads to a shipwreck and a lost treasure.
She wants to find the ending to a love story that is over two hundred years in the making.
I want to help her find it.
I didn’t set out to be a pirate.
I didn’t set out to fall in love with an angel.
I did both anyway.
Elusive is the first in a series of standalones. A contemporary, modern day romance. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
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Excerpt for Elusive
Text copyright © 2017, L.A. Fiore
All rights reserved


“Any luck calling for a tow?” I asked as I came around the front of the car. A man was leaning over the engine and had been for a while with how his shirt was plastered to his skin, accentuating the beauty of his muscled back. My eyes drifted down his arm to the tattoo. He was dressed very conservatively except for that bit of rebellion in the form of ink on his arm. He glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were gray and he had ridiculously long lashes.

“I’ve no signal.” He had a deep cultured voice that resonated in some rather pleasant places on my body. He then straightened and I had to tilt my head back to keep him in my sights. Imposing was the word that popped into my head. Tall, wide shoulders and chest and yet his charcoal gray trousers hung from narrow hips. Dark hair, not black, but the color of a rich, dark chocolate was cut short with

just enough length on the top to allow your fingers to get lost in it. Attraction slammed into me, sharp and potent.

I shook it off. “Service is iffy out here.” My eyes drifted down his body because it was a really fine body and settled on his hands. Then I realized I was checking him out while he watched me check him out. Lifting my gaze to his, I was treated to a slight smile. “I live right down the road if you’d like to use my phone and wash your hands.”

I couldn’t for the life of me discern what he was thinking. It was probably best I didn’t know.

“Thank you. I’m going to take you up on that.”

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I stepped away from his car and awkwardly gestured down the street. “It’s this way.” We had taken only a few steps when I asked, “Are you enjoying St. Croix?”

“Very much.”

“Have you taken any of the boat tours?”

“No.”

“If you have time, it’s quite beautiful seeing the island from the water. If you’re adventurous by nature there’s zip lining, banana boats and parasailing. For food, the touristy spots are great but there

are some off the beaten path places like Anceline’s that makes the most amazing rum cake.” I was rambling. Shut up, Willow.

His legs were so long he paced himself to stay at my side. I was five seven and I felt petite next to him. His head dipped. “How long have you lived here?”

“Six years.”

“Nice place to call home.”

“It really is.”

We reached my house and he held the gate for me. The gesture so casually done it wasn’t rehearsed but ingrained. I smiled up at him; his expression was not one I could read. Intense for sure but what else brewed behind those eyes I couldn’t say.

I hurried up the front steps and he followed. “I’ll get the phone. The bathroom is through there.”

My hands were shaking when I reached the kitchen so I took a minute to calm down. I wasn’t sure what it was about him that caused the nerves. Sure, he was sexy as sin, also a stranger who could snap me in two with very little effort, and maybe that was it, the danger that seemed to be just as ingrained in him as his manners. Conservative in his dress and yet he sported a tattoo. The contradictions that begged to be pieced together to reveal his story and I had a feeling there was a hell of a story around the sexy man currently using my bathroom.
L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten and Always and Forever. She’s also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.




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1 comments:

  1. ooh this book sounds really great!! Loved the excerpt, thanks for sharing.

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