Possessed By Love
by
Sheri Velarde
AUTHOR BIO: Sheri Valarde lives in Mexico with her finance and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early
age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember.
She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to
actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She
specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night.
Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the
supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has
magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.
She is constantly putting out new
material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her
on her website www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.
In her spare time Sheri is an artist,
jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance
non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts,
art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.
Social links
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V
Website:
http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/
Blurb
Andrew faced the growing storm with
animosity. He would be trapped in his shop for a couple of days with
no food or electricity. Hopefully he could at least get food at the
Church Street Café. Food he did find and so much more once Damian,
the owner of the café, asks him to ride out the storm with him in
the quarters above the restaurant. Generators, food and warmth aside,
Andrew has spent months wishing for such an invitation from the
mysterious and sexy Damian. What starts out as light flirtation turns
into so much more. Something comes over both men, letting them leave
their insecurities behind as they become possessed by passion and
love.
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Book excerpt
The door opened and a rush of warm air
enveloped and light him. Andrew sighed in relief, stepping inside.
Looking around and seeing no one, he called out, "Hello. Are you
open?" His voice echoed slightly in the strange quiet that had
befallen the entire city, especially the usually busy tourist section
where he worked and practically lived, trying to make his designs
successful. Venturing farther into the restaurant, heading towards
the kitchen in back, he figured it would always be possible to take
some food and leave money. As he pushed the kitchen door open, he
called out again, "Is anyone here?" It was strange that the
lights were on and the place was so warm when the rest of the square
was dark and cold, it left him feeling a bit uneasy.
Suddenly something moved behind him.
Andrew turned quickly but no one was there. The entire dining area
was open and he didn't see a soul, yet he was sure he had felt
someone right behind him only a moment before. A chill ran down his
spine, even though the room was warm from several fires burning. A
little scared, he warily continued into the kitchen.
"Hello?" Still no answer, so
he proceeded to look for food. Upon finding some takeout supplies,
Andrew began to fill them with posole and chili, figuring he could
warm them on the wood stove back in his store in some old pot or
something should he be stuck longer than expected. “Always be
prepared.” He mumbled to himself, chuckling as he remembered his
brief stint and disastrous stint in the boy scouts where he learned
that motto.
Just as he was packing up to leave,
wondering why all the food was there and still warm without a person
in sight, he heard a deep, sexy, masculine voice behind him. "Can
I help you with something, Andrew?"
Andrew shrieked
like a boy as he turned around. "Damian, you nearly scared me to
death. I called out over and over with no answer." Andrew’s
heart rate kicked up a notch, as it always did when he was in the
presence of the new café owner. The man was so damn good-looking; he
always reminded him of Benjamin Bratt: tall, dark, and handsome, but
with a Spanish accent. He was just too hot for him to handle, and he
usually stammered inanely, making a fool of himself in the other
man’s presence.
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