About
the Book
Title:
The Horse List Challenge
Author:
Anna Lores
Genre:
Erotica, Romantic Suspense
With
a violent ex-husband hot on her trail, Ava Black seeks comfort in the
arms of Jameson "Brady" Ross, The unrequited love who
protects her.
Having healed from the physical abuse at the
hands of her ex, she devises a naughty wish list - she calls her
Horse List - to help empower her.
Will
Brady finally fulfill her sweetest fantasies and become her partner?
Or will the man who dominates her dreams and desires, the wealthy
Eric North, come for her?
Does
she have the strength to fight for her life and love, or will she
succumb to demands of her powerful ex-husband?
Author
Bio
Anna started
writing romance as a by-product of insomnia. After a year of late
night reading, she borrowed her son’s laptop after he
went to bed each night, and set about breathing life to her very
own characters. After a month of writing in the middle of the
night, she was surprised with a new laptop of her
own to pursue her dreams. With a B.A. in English Literature and a
desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and
her close friends could not just talk about, but gush over, she
shed her job as mom of three in the late night hours and assumed her
alter ego of dirty girl.
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Book
Excerpt
Excerpt
2A (496)
She
took off her shoes, socks, tank top, and bra. She wiggled out of her
panties and yoga pants before she glanced at the mirror and noticed
him watching her. She wasn’t sure whether his flushed face meant he
was aroused or just plain angry at all the scars covering her flesh.
She couldn’t read him and the epic failure to get him angry and
aroused in the living room had her second-guessing her list with him
as her partner. The more they were together, the closer he held her.
Were all his caresses “friend” caresses?
Just
minutes earlier he’d held her like a lover. But, like always, he
pushed her away again before anything could happen, good or bad. He
cared for her, but the more she considered his reaction to her
nudity, the more she believed he was angry, not even slightly
aroused. No matter what he said about her scars making her strong,
they were an ugly reminder of weakness—the same weakness Colin saw
in her every day as he trained her.
She
reached into the open shower and turned on the water. Analyzing every
little word, touch, expression wasn’t getting her anywhere. The
sexual frustration and sleepless nights in the same bed with her
cowboy didn’t help either.
“Be
careful, darlin’. It’s gonna be really hot.”
“Thanks.”
Hot
wasn’t what she needed. Maybe a cold shower would kill her desire
for him, shock her body into reality. Sex with Brady was high on her
Horse List because it was likely never to happen. He wasn’t into
her, and she panicked when he touched her uncovered scars.
She
turned the handle to cold, freezing cold, and stepped inside. She
squeaked as the splash of icy water hit her warm, tanned legs.
“Ava,
are you okay?” Brady shouted, sliding in his white socks into the
bathroom and stopping in front of the shower in black boxers, ready
to attack an intruder. Something had him as jumpy as Colin. He was
usually a calm influence, rarely the first in a fight. He didn’t
join in unless he saw real trouble.
He
stepped into the shower with her, and shuddered. “Shit. It’s
freezing.” Without asking, he reached past her, brushing his arm
against her breasts, and turned the handle to warm. “Ava, you’ve
got to pay atten—” Worried hazel eyes focused on her.
“Brady,
I’m…” God help her, she was lost in those brown eyes with the
most remarkable specks of green sparkling like fireworks.
She
loved him, always had, always would.
His
hand drifted around and cradled the back of her head. His lids glided
down as his lips came millimeters from hers. Firm pressure against
the back of her head brought her chin up a hair, taking her so close
to a kiss. So close.
“Please,”
she whispered, not sure whether it was for a kiss or for him to take
her, make her forget everything, everyone…make her feel loved,
wanted, controlled…
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