Bespoken
A
Nightangel and Daydreamer Novel
Book
One
Marie
Michelle Coleman
Genre: paranormal romance//urban fantasy
Publisher: Suburban Island Publishing
ISBN: 978-0991146628
ASIN: B00IXA9UKK
395 pages on Kindle
368 pages in paperback
Word Count: 92,000
Cover Artist: Doug Pecht
Book Description:
Nobody ever told Casey how
dangerous a little daydreaming could be.
Casey Sloane appreciates the
power of a good daydream. It’s the perfect antidote to the pressures of her
hectic life as an associate attorney at a high-powered Washington, D.C. law
firm. When the nightangel Gabriel takes up residence in those dreams, Casey is
more delighted than surprised. Gabriel is the perfect mixture of danger,
otherworldly beauty, and out-and-out temptation required to throw her daydreams
into a state of perpetual overdrive.
But when the nightangel sheds his
wings and arrives in the real world for a real-time relationship with Casey,
she gets a quick education on the unforeseen consequences of secret daydreams.
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EXCERPT
ONE:
The Gabriel of a
thousand shaded daydreams drew her back toward him in one firm, proprietary
movement. Hard against soft. Dream against dreamer. He fit himself against her
so her breath was his and the pounding of her heart must have echoed in both of
their ears. His eyes drank her in as she stood wide-eyed in her wet, black
dress, trying to relegate his appearance to nothing more than the hallucinatory
aftereffects of too much rolling around on petal-strewn beds with make-believe
nightangels when you had sworn off them. She felt like she’d gone on a bender
after being in a sort of daydream rehab outpatient program that required total
abstinence in order to stay free of nightangel-induced complications.
Where was Dr. Drew when you needed him?
The angel tore
his gaze away from her image in the mirror and sought out the smooth cream of
her shoulders and neck. He marked the place where they curved together with a
single shattering kiss. The power of that kiss rendered her motionless within
his hands. He’s not real anyway, she
told herself. She was not going to squander what was a pretty fantastic
not-real moment by over-examining it.
She dropped her
head back against the nightangel’s shoulder instead; her face lifted up and
away from him, her neck turned and bared. His cool breath fanned the
anticipation that heated her skin. She closed her eyes. She waited. Casey knew
the spot where his mouth would touch next. She knew it without looking. He
pressed his lips against the sweet spot where her pulse beat so Casey almost
cried out and then he rained a brutal storm of soft kisses down upon her. They
poured along the places where the damp wisps of hair clung to the nape of her
neck, across the heat of her flushed cheeks, against the corners of her open
breathless lips—rushing, pausing, traveling forward again. He smoothed her brow
with these kisses before releasing another hungry deluge of them along the
other side of her neck.
She was soothed
and panicked by the frosted, urgent pressure of those lips. She could either
scream “stop” and see what happened next, or stay still and silent while he
kept making her weak in the knees with this onslaught of kisses. She went with
not moving or speaking. She had released herself to the moment. She had given
herself over to something that could not be happening anyway.
Soft-eyed
vampires, sharp-mouthed angels—these were the things of dreams, not reality.
“It’s only a
dream.” She murmured the sentence out loud, some of her fear melting under the
icy sweetness of his kisses on her skin and her own reassuring words.
Her imagining
lifted his head. He smiled at her in the mirror with a certain new understanding.
Casey produced a small, nervous smile in answer without meaning to smile at
all. The exquisite illusion—even more dazzling than in any of her
daydreams—buried his face in her sable hair. His mouth was parted and sighing
as it brushed against the silk of it. She thought he might speak. She did not
want him to speak. Because if he spoke, he would be real. And if he was real,
she was so screwed.
“Casey,” the
vision breathed her name.
She was so
totally screwed.
Marie Michelle Coleman is a
paranormal romance and urban fantasy author whose book, Bespoken, is the first
in the Nightangel and Daydreamer series. She's been in love with the written
word since she was old enough to turn the pages of her first book. She's always
had a fascination with vampires and angels. Sitting down at the keyboard and
turning on the paranormal blender was a natural next step.
Marie lives in the Washington
D.C. area. She believes in the power of a compelling dream, the therapeutic
merits of loud music, and the benefits of always being in the middle of reading
a great book. Marie has a soft spot for a good romance and likes to laugh. Jane
Austen is her favorite author. She'll probably always be a little in love with
Mr. Darcy.
She grows roses in her garden but
no matter how hard she tries, they don't look anything like the ones in Casey
Sloane's daydreams.
Website: http://www.mariemichellecoleman.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/M_M_Coleman
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/MarieMColeman/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/mmichellecoleman
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6 comments:
Thanks so much for the spotlight on Bespoken and being part of the virtual book tour!
I enjoyed the except. Definitely makes me want to read the book.
I'm excited to hear that, Tempestt. I hope you will follow the rest of the blog tour and of course, read the book!
nice sneak peak :)
The book sounds great and I'm looking forward to reading it.
Thanks to everyone for checking out Bespoken. I'm glad some of you are adding it to your reading list - happy reading!
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