Thursday, July 19, 2018

Exclusive Excerpt from His Untamed Love by Anya Summers

Read an Exclusive Excerpt from His Untamed Love!!

“It was just as I thought, overloaded the circuits is all, Miss Evans,” he said as he entered the living room. 
“I see,” she replied, glancing at the desk and ignoring him.
It gave him a moment to study their newest guest.  She was an itty-bitty thing, in a huge, bulky sweatshirt that hid more than it revealed. But her legs were toned and lithe in her black pants that hugged her limbs, only to end in the ugliest pair of boots he’d ever seen. Her hair was piled on top of her head, a dark burnished chestnut copper that made her milky skin appear almost translucent. 
She unplugged a laptop and a small tablet, leaving her main computer still plugged in before she pressed the power button on and the screen flickered to life. Cole almost smiled at her audible sigh of relief. 
Then he asked, “What do you need all this stuff for, anyway?”
Miss Evans finally glanced at him and he was nearly swallowed up by her big, luminous teal eyes that dominated her face. She was beautiful, with full, pale pink lips and a straight pert nose. But it was her eyes that were the real kicker. They were haunted. There were dark circles beneath them, like pale dark smudges an artist carelessly used to tarnish his creation.  But it just made her seem wounded. And made him regret how terse he’d been with her earlier. 
She shrugged. “Because my job requires it.” 
“Doesn’t sound like much fun to me. You should build a fire. It will help with the chill in the air,” he said with a nod toward the fireplace. He was surprised she hadn’t already lit one; what with her tiny bird bones, the extra warmth would serve her well. 
A rosy flush crept up her elegant neck and she said, “That’s great and all, but how? Without burning the place down.”
Cole refrained from shaking his head at her. She was a city girl through and through. “You’ve never started a fire in a fireplace before?”
“No. I’ve never lived in a place that had one,” she explained. There was an air of fragility and uncertainty around her. Maybe it was because most of the visitors to the lodge knew what they were about, but Cole couldn’t ever recall a guest making him want to protect them. Whereas this one was clearly out of her element. Anxiety rippled off her body in waves.
Cole strode to the fireplace and knelt down. He waved her over, trying to ignore that the Dom in him was rattling his cage, almost sniffing a female in need of a protector. “First, remove the front grate. In all the cabins, we have these long lighters to make it easy for guests. You’ll want to grab some of the kindling we have set aside in the metal box over here. Put it on the grate and arrange it almost into a teepee of sorts. Now, you might need to break up some of the kindling to form the conical shape.”
She knelt beside him and the scent of peaches tickled his senses. He handed her a few pieces of kindling. “Break those up a bit.”
She snapped a few of the pieces. He noticed how delicate and small her hands were, the nails perfectly formed and painted a pale pink. When she struggled with one of the thicker pieces, he put his hands over hers and was shocked at the jolt of electricity that shot through him at the innocuous touch. She stilled and looked up at him. Her sea green goddess eyes were solemn. There were flecks of gold smattered in their teal depths and Cole felt himself drawn into her gaze. 
Releasing her hands at the unbidden stirring of lust as his dick twitched, he cleared his throat and said, “Some of the kindling pieces, the thicker ones, if you can’t break them into smaller bits, then use them for the top part of the teepee, like this.”
He removed the piece from her hands and angled the small piece of wood on the grate over the smaller pieces already in place. He could have broken it, no problem, but he wouldn’t be the one building a fire here. He made a note that he would have to keep an eye on her. Merely to make sure she didn’t burn the cabin to the ground.
“See what we did here?” Cole asked. 
“Yep. Make the teepee. Got it. What’s next?” she said. 
“Okay, then you will want to put the logs on top. The best way to do that is lay them crosswise, like this, so that they don’t go rolling off the grate. I typically start with two crosswise and then put a third smaller log with a flat edge over the top. It keeps them in place a bit. Understand?”
She nodded, studying the logs as if she had discovered a new species. 
“Okay, then take some of the newspaper we have stocked in the bin and shred it into small strips. You don’t need much, just enough to set beneath the grate and light so that the kindling will catch fire.” Cole demonstrated and put two good sized handfuls of the shredded newspaper beneath the grate. Then he handed her the lighter. “Now, light the newspaper.” 
She took it from his hand. Her grip tight, she leaned forward slightly, put the long neck of the lighter against the newspaper, and clicked it. 
Flame leapt and caught on the newspaper. It flared bright, casting a golden glow over her milky, perfect skin. It made her appear even more hauntingly beautiful, if that were even possible. At the satisfied glimmer in her gaze and small smile tugging at her voluptuous lips, Cole had a startling image flash in his mind of his guest, her head tipped back, mouth parted around a breathy moan. Her body was bathed in the golden glow from the fireplace as he held her wrists and feasted on her creamy flesh. 
Damn, he must be tired if the city girl was inciting his lust. She was a far cry from the submissives he bedded at the club. 
He slid the screen back into place and then stood. He should have helped her up from her kneeling position first, was all he could think as he stared down at her upturned face. She was on her knees, her delicate hands folded in her lap, face tilted up toward his and her luminescent gaze, those huge, green orbs stared at him, the earlier suspicion gone and trust now shimmering in her eyes. 
Cole sucked in a breath like Oreo had kicked him in the solar plexus. Before he did something—like instruct her to disrobe and then open her mouth to receive him—he held out his hand and assisted her back to her feet. 
“I’ll bring in some more firewood for you,” he said and retreated. He strode outside and inhaled the frosty air, hoping to extinguish the sudden burning desire Miss Evans evoked in him.  

His Untamed Love, A Cuffs & Spurs Novel

Visiting the Black Elkhorn Lodge and Resort is Mia Evans’s last option. She’s bordering on a nervous breakdown. Everyone in her life she thought she could count on deserted her. And, to make matters worse, she has the foulest case of writer’s block in the history of the world. She figures getting herself out of the prison her apartment in Chicago has become will help jar her life and her writing out of the rut they are in. But she isn’t prepared for the surly, sexy cowboy – who looks like her every dark fantasy come alive – riding into her life on his trusty steed.
Cole Stewart only loved one woman in all his thirty-five years, until he lost her forever and swore he would never love another. Since then he’s had a revolving door with the subs at his lifestyle club Cuffs & Spurs, all with the unwritten rule that he doesn’t get involved or do relationships of any kind, period. That is, until Mia Evans, the burned-out, anxiety ridden author, needing to get away from her real life, nearly runs him over with her car. Seeing the haunted expression in her gaze and a body he craves, the Dom in him knows he must have her, must taste her and feel her writhing beneath him. But will he be willing to risk his heart for the untamed passion he finds in her arms?

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About Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Cuffs & Spurs Series
His Tempting Love releasing September 6, 2018
His Seductive Love releasing November 8, 2018
His Secret Love releasing January 8, 2019
His Cherished Love releasing March 8, 2019

1 comment:

Tina Donahue said...

Hot! Can't wait to read. :)