Six Months
(Seven Series, bk #2)
By Dannika Dark
March 25, 2014
Blurb:
April Frost is a compassionate young woman with a steady job and ambitious goals. But the harder she runs away from her past, the more it threatens to destroy her. When three strangers enter her life, April is forced to face her demons and it’s a battle she may not win.
Private investigators in the Breed world are men who take risks, and Reno Cole is no exception. As a Shifter, he’s expected to control his inner animal. But lately his wolf has been venturing dangerously close to the city, and he’s about to discover why. When Reno is reintroduced to a family friend, the attraction is immediate. April captivates him with her secretive eyes and resilient spirit. She’s also in trouble, and despite the fact she’s a human, Reno can’t turn his back on her.
April is caught between two worlds: One that threatens to bury her dreams and another that could fulfill them. Can she trust the wolf at her door and find the courage to overcome her demons?
There’s a buzzing sensation when
you have chemistry with someone. It’s like there are invisible threads
connecting your bodies and igniting into sparks, and the residual pulse bounces
back in shock waves, growing stronger with each second.
you have chemistry with someone. It’s like there are invisible threads
connecting your bodies and igniting into sparks, and the residual pulse bounces
back in shock waves, growing stronger with each second.
I felt that with Reno. He stepped
so close to me that I remembered how good it felt when he’d held me in his
arms. The animalistic look in his eyes captured me like he was a predator and I
was prey. He felt it too. I could tell by soft breath he took before he spoke.
so close to me that I remembered how good it felt when he’d held me in his
arms. The animalistic look in his eyes captured me like he was a predator and I
was prey. He felt it too. I could tell by soft breath he took before he spoke.
“I've always liked hazel eyes,” he
said. “Yours look like a sunset over sea-green waters.”
said. “Yours look like a sunset over sea-green waters.”
I hit pause. This was a scene I’d
be replaying in my head for weeks to come, and I didn't want to ruin the moment
by saying something inane. I let him graze his thumb across my mouth. He pulled
my lower lip down just enough that his thumb glided across the fleshy inside.
Then he rolled his wet thumb across my lip, making what seemed like a casual
gesture become the most intimate moment I’d experienced with a man outside of
sex.
be replaying in my head for weeks to come, and I didn't want to ruin the moment
by saying something inane. I let him graze his thumb across my mouth. He pulled
my lower lip down just enough that his thumb glided across the fleshy inside.
Then he rolled his wet thumb across my lip, making what seemed like a casual
gesture become the most intimate moment I’d experienced with a man outside of
sex.
Staring into Reno’s chocolate eyes
up close was like riding on that motorcycle. Intense, sexy, and addictive. When
I felt his hand leisurely traveling down the curve of my back, my icy walls
began to melt and I warmed to his touch.
up close was like riding on that motorcycle. Intense, sexy, and addictive. When
I felt his hand leisurely traveling down the curve of my back, my icy walls
began to melt and I warmed to his touch.
I waited for him to make another
move, but it never came. He looked at me like something unattainable—the same
way I coveted the expensive perfume bottles behind the display counter, or the
chocolate macadamia nut cookies at the gourmet shop.
move, but it never came. He looked at me like something unattainable—the same
way I coveted the expensive perfume bottles behind the display counter, or the
chocolate macadamia nut cookies at the gourmet shop.
I whirled around and he captured my
wrist, gently tugging me back. “Something wrong with the way I touched you?”
wrist, gently tugging me back. “Something wrong with the way I touched you?”
“It’s nothing,” I breathed.
But Reno didn’t let go. He stepped
closer and lifted my chin. “Did you want me to kiss you?”
closer and lifted my chin. “Did you want me to kiss you?”
“No.”
Reno grinned. “Liar.”
About the Author
This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here's what I can tell you: I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I'm a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70's to a military dad who moved us around the world.
When I'm not writing (which is all the time), I'm hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don't like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I'm not sure which).
Throughout my life, I've had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my "head stories" that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down - creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.
It's almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.
Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I'm a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.
I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I've had a few people ask), but I think it's wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.
I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don't like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.
But it's what I love to do.
Danni
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