The good news is my first book (Spousal Privilege!) in this new Furious Love series will be released soon, and after collaborating with another cover designer, I'm leaning toward cover #2.
What do you think?! I'm a little in love... It's less racy than the first, but I think it gets the point across that this isn't Grandma Edna's read.
And, not so shamelessly, here's another preview:
She woke up startled and shaky. She
didn’t want to remember that night anymore. She didn’t even want to remember
her sister. Or their father. Or anything happy that ever meant anything to her.
It was too much.
But
that didn’t matter anyway. Because the fear she had awoken with turned to
emptiness. Shallow, hollow, and without life.
She
looked around. She had fallen asleep by the pool. Because Jacob was angry with
her and had shut himself away in Bobby’s room.
Slowly,
she stood up. The moon was full. The sky was starlit. It should have felt
peaceful. Instead, she just felt tired and alone. She
stepped through the sliding doors into the kitchen. The house was quiet. She
wondered if Jacob had left her. Only upstairs, she could hear movement.
Jacob
was in the first bedroom—the white and orange one. It was the guest bedroom, void
of any pictures of her family. He glanced at her, then carried on with whatever
he was doing.
“Hit
me.”
He
stopped and looked at her. “What?”
She
stepped towards him—until she was literally in his face. “Hit me.” She said forcefully. His eyes were searching her face. She
figured he was still furious. Hell, he had every right to be furious. “Please,
Jacob. Hit me.”
He
cocked his eyebrow at her, then shook his head.
So
she dug her hands into his arms. “I want to feel something real.”
Something
surged through him. She saw it. Suddenly he grabbed her face and kissed her.
Not a hesitant, cautious kiss, but a scorching, needy one.
~~~~~~~~~~~
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