Blog Tour; His Angel
TITLE: His Angel (The Angel Trilogy, #1)
AUTHOR: Kimberly Blalock
GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
RELEASE DATE: December 31st
AUTHOR: Kimberly Blalock
GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
RELEASE DATE: December 31st
SYNOPSIS:
When Evan Young walks into Abigale Hayes’s life she falls; mind, body, and soul for the man she thinks he is, having no idea that the secrets he holds in his hands will destroy the girl she is.
When Evan Young walks into Abigale Hayes’s life she falls; mind, body, and soul for the man she thinks he is, having no idea that the secrets he holds in his hands will destroy the girl she is.
Abby must decide how the truth will affect the relationship that has her craving more with every breath she takes and how she will take revenge into her own hands.
Evan will die to protect Abby and will kill for her too.
TEASERS:
Excerpt
I’m in the tub shriveling up like a prune until the water becomes cold. I let the water out to run down the drain and grab the towel that hangs on the wall. I’m so exhausted from crying I don’t have the energy to dry myself off. With water dripping off of my hair and body, I open the door and there stands Evan, tall, dark, and dangerous.
He’s dangerous for me in this moment. I want to connect, but this is going to end badly. Badly is the only way this can end.
"Abby?" His warm hand reaches up to my face. "Are you ok? I heard you crying.”
“What do you care Evan? Isn’t there a hot, dark-haired woman at the club you would rather talk to?” Ok so I’m totally being a bitch. He was only talking to her and we had a great time after and he isn't my man. I’m just being sensitive I guess.
“Abby, there isn't anyone anywhere that I want more than I want you right now.
In this moment I could go to my room and cry until I can’t breathe or I can live for the now. Live in it with this beautiful man. As soon as he sees the broken crumbling Abby he will leave. Of that I am most certain.
He searches my face, but I am too numb to answer his earlier question, there are no answers for me to give. I am hollow, empty, and tired of being alone. I can’t swallow the lump in my throat.
"Tell me what you’re feeling, Abby.”
I can’t speak, I try, but the words won’t come out. I want this man in front of me, more than that I need him; on me, in me, around me. I need him to drown out the rejection.
"Abby, I need to know what you’re feeling." His face is so perfect, innocent and yet he’s so bad all at the same time. His dimples sit on either side of his cheeks, his bright blue eyes hide so many things, and his lips are plump and wanting. I can’t take my eyes off of his lips. I lick mine in response.
"Amy went to Dom’s and I told her I would stay and look after you.”
So we’re alone? Every thought leaves my head in that very second. I reach for his face letting my towel fall from my body. He stares at me questionably, but I still don’t have the answers. He reaches for my hips pulling me to him. His hands are hot and wanting. I’m ice cold and I need his warmth; I crave it, on me, in me.
His lips meet mine with gentle force that commands me to reciprocate. I run my hands through his hair wanting to lose myself in him.
"Are you sure? Please... tell me you’re sure!" His demand is so sexy. His lips barely leave mine as he speaks.
“I need this, I so want this," I breathe in his mouth. Please don’t hurt me.
He’s dangerous for me in this moment. I want to connect, but this is going to end badly. Badly is the only way this can end.
"Abby?" His warm hand reaches up to my face. "Are you ok? I heard you crying.”
“What do you care Evan? Isn’t there a hot, dark-haired woman at the club you would rather talk to?” Ok so I’m totally being a bitch. He was only talking to her and we had a great time after and he isn't my man. I’m just being sensitive I guess.
“Abby, there isn't anyone anywhere that I want more than I want you right now.
In this moment I could go to my room and cry until I can’t breathe or I can live for the now. Live in it with this beautiful man. As soon as he sees the broken crumbling Abby he will leave. Of that I am most certain.
He searches my face, but I am too numb to answer his earlier question, there are no answers for me to give. I am hollow, empty, and tired of being alone. I can’t swallow the lump in my throat.
"Tell me what you’re feeling, Abby.”
I can’t speak, I try, but the words won’t come out. I want this man in front of me, more than that I need him; on me, in me, around me. I need him to drown out the rejection.
"Abby, I need to know what you’re feeling." His face is so perfect, innocent and yet he’s so bad all at the same time. His dimples sit on either side of his cheeks, his bright blue eyes hide so many things, and his lips are plump and wanting. I can’t take my eyes off of his lips. I lick mine in response.
"Amy went to Dom’s and I told her I would stay and look after you.”
So we’re alone? Every thought leaves my head in that very second. I reach for his face letting my towel fall from my body. He stares at me questionably, but I still don’t have the answers. He reaches for my hips pulling me to him. His hands are hot and wanting. I’m ice cold and I need his warmth; I crave it, on me, in me.
His lips meet mine with gentle force that commands me to reciprocate. I run my hands through his hair wanting to lose myself in him.
"Are you sure? Please... tell me you’re sure!" His demand is so sexy. His lips barely leave mine as he speaks.
“I need this, I so want this," I breathe in his mouth. Please don’t hurt me.
AUTHOR BIO:
Kimberly has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.
Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?
When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.
Author links
Website- http://urls.ht/4gf
Facebook- http://urls.ht/4gh
Twitter- @kimblalockAngel
Goodreads- http://urls.ht/4gi
Amazon author page
amazon.com/author/kimberlyblalock
Kimberly has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.
Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?
When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.
Author links
Website- http://urls.ht/4gf
Facebook- http://urls.ht/4gh
Twitter- @kimblalockAngel
Goodreads- http://urls.ht/4gi
Amazon author page
amazon.com/author/kimberlyblalock
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