Unfortunately, I have to move the release date for War of Hearts, my next Storm MC book. I've been battling with eye issues and other things that have slowed me down. I had hoped to be able to push through and make the original date for release, but I want to give you the best book, so I've come to the decision to push it by two weeks.
Here are the new dates:
OCTOBER 29 – Apple Books, Nook, Kobo, Google Play for 2 days only. I recommend you preorder now so you don't miss it.
OCTOBER 31 – Amazon & KU (will be exclusive to Amazon from this date)
** If you buy your books on any site other than Amazon, I really recommend you preorder your copy. It will only be available on those sites for up to 2 days. I try to leave it there for the full 48 hours for you but the vendors are unpredictable as to when they'll actually remove it from sale. With preorders, you don't get charged until the release, so it's a great way to make sure you don't miss out!!
SNEAK PEEK… MEET FURY
The sound of someone banging loudly on the front door was barely audible over Pink’s voice blaring through the house, but somehow I did hear it.
“Holly! Jesus woman, have you got that music up loud enough?”
I turned the music down and made my way down the hallway. When I realised it was Fury calling out, I slowed my progress to the front door. What was he doing here? I decided it would be a bad idea to open the door to him, because I’d probably tell him exactly what I thought of him after having had quite a few shots of tequila.
“Holly, open the door! I have those concert tickets you bought off me.”
I finished my trek to the door and yanked it open. “Holly isn’t here and I don’t really want to let you in, but I know how much she wants those tickets, so pass them over,” I said, motioning with my hand for him to do as I said.
“Fuck,” he muttered as his gaze fell to my body. Fury had this way of not hiding the fact he was checking me out. I found it as hot as I found it annoying. I mean, how hard was it for a man to keep his eyes on a woman’s face? But on the other hand, holy hell, someone needed to spray me with some water, because his eyes roaming my body got me all hot and bothered.
“Do you do that to every woman you meet or am I the lucky one?” I demanded.
I would have expected him to quickly meet my gaze, but he didn’t. He simply continued his journey down my body, lingering for a long while before finally giving me his eyes and saying, “How much have you had to drink?”
I glared at him. “I asked you a question.”
“The answer to that is no, but I’ve never met a woman who wears a bikini like you do.”
I looked down at the short denim shorts and bikini top I wore. I met his gaze again. “It’s hot. Really fucking hot.”
“Yeah, it is, and all that alcohol won’t help with that.”
“You wanna give me a hard time over the tequila I’ve drunk? Go right ahead”—I made a sweeping gesture—“it’s the night for giving me a hard time. Oh, and while you’re at it, keep being mean to me, too. You’re so damn good at that.”
His nostrils flared right before he entered the house and backed me up against the wall. Placing his hands to the wall either side of me, he growled, “You think you’ve seen mean, sweetheart? Think again. I’m just getting warmed up.”
I stared into those ice-blue eyes of his before shifting my attention to his lips. Fury was sexy as hell with his chiselled face and scruff, but it was his eyes and lips that did me in. I didn’t care that he stood before me threatening to treat me badly; I craved a taste of those lips. Sliding my hand around his neck, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him.
Our lips fit together like they were made for each other.
Fury groaned as my tongue met his, and instead of pushing me away, he gripped my waist and pulled me close. I tangled both hands in his hair and kissed him like it was my last kiss ever.
God, I never wanted to stop kissing him.
He tasted so good and felt amazing this close to me.
The kiss grew frantic as he pushed me hard against the wall and ground himself against me, his hands all over my body. I wrapped a leg around his, and he took hold of my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin.
I wanted those fingers digging into my skin everywhere.
I wanted him to fuck me.
I hadn’t wanted to be with any man as much as I wanted to be with Fury.
When he ended the kiss, I tried to drag him back for more, but he muttered, “Fuck, Zara, no. We can’t do this.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
He raked his fingers through his hair and blew out a long, harsh breath. He’d definitely enjoyed that kiss as much as I had if his aroused state was anything to go by. Not to mention the hard-on he’d pressed against me. Eyeing me like I’d asked the dumbest question ever, he said, “You’re King’s daughter. No fucking way can I touch you.”