Title: THE FIREFLY EFFECT
Author: Allie Gail
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 15, 2015
It was supposed to be nothing more than a fantasy.All right, so I’ll admit that maybe steamy, impulsive sex isn’t the ideal way to cope with a total stranger wandering into your beach house unannounced. But discovering that my anonymous lover is none other than Shane-the-Pain Becker, the dirtbag spawned only to torment me throughout adolescence...well, somebody kill me now. To add insult to injury, there’s a major hurricane bearing down on us and we’re stuck together for the duration. I don’t know which force of nature scares me the most – Hurricane Elliott or Shane. *** Never in my wildest dreams would I have envisioned a scenario where Melanie Lane would be wrapping her sweet legs around me. Scratch that – there were, in fact, an abundance of wild dreams where Felony Melanie was concerned. I just never thought I had a chance in hell of making them reality. I mean, the girl thinks I’m sewer scum and always has. Even now. She still believes I’m not good enough for her. I’m assuming that’s why she seems bound and determined to shut me out. She keeps insisting this is just sex. But as long as the hurricane keeps her trapped in my arms, I will make it my mission to convince her otherwise.
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Excerpt“I’m not going anywhere, Felony.” “I really wish you’d stop calling me that.” “Sorry. Old habits die hard.” One hand leisurely drops down to pop open the snap of his jeans. I take another step back, almost tripping over my own feet in the process. “Uh. What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m about to jump in the shower. Care to join me?” Yes, I most certainly would. “No, I most certainly would not!” “You sure?” Cocking his head, he eyes me up and down with a look that’s positively indecent. “Call me crazy, but I got the distinct impression that you enjoy getting wet.” “I can get wet just fine without your help, thank you very much.” “Mm. I bet you can.” Reaching up, he trails a finger lightly down my cheek and I feel goosebumps spring up across the back of my neck. “Suppose you show me?” Oh my God, I’m a butterfly's whisper away from taking him up on that offer. What is wrong with me? Flustered, I continue to back away until I’m standing in the doorway of the bedroom but he somehow manages to stay flush with me, matching me step for step. “I don’t think so, sporto.” “Then I hope you won’t mind if I borrow that image to play with. If you aren’t going to keep me company in there, I’ll need something to reflect on while I…soap up.” “Be my guest.” I shrug nonchalantly, even though the mental picture of him soaping his naked body is weakening my resolve. “I intend to. And I'd appreciate it if you didn’t disturb me in the morning. I have a feeling I’ll be up, if you’ll pardon the pun, rather late tonight and I’d like to sleep in. Pleasant dreams, Felony.” With that, he shuts the door right in my face.
About the AuthorI was born in a charming but microscopic town in Alabama with a book in each hand. Well, maybe not literally, but you get the idea. I don't think there's an author out there who didn't start out as an avid reader, and I'm no exception. It was only fairly recently that I decided to resurrect an old high school interest and once again began writing. There's something cathartic about breathing life into the quirky characters struggling to escape my imagination. These days I reside in the beautiful panhandle of Florida with my own blue-eyed Prince Charming and three fat, pampered cats who are just tolerant enough to permit us to share the same house with them. As long as they're fed on time, that is.
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