Saturday, June 21, 2014

ON TOUR (EXCERPT AND GIVEAWAY): MAD LOVE BY COLET ABEDI



Mad Love Synopsis:
23-year-old aspiring artist Sophie Walker can think of no better place than the exotic paradise of the Maldives Islands to escape the wrath of her controlling parents, the monotony of her boring legal work and her passionless boyfriend. With her two best friends along for the ride and to help her find herself again, Sophie is not prepared for the enigmatic Clayton Sinclair. Clayton comes from another world of privilege that seems like a fantasy to Sophie.  Can this man introduce her to the passion & seduction she never realized she was desperately searching for? Sophie quickly becomes ensnared in Clayton's seductive web until a shocking treachery makes her question her judgment and actions




AN EXCERPT:

His jaw is tightly clenched and I can still feel the anger oozing off his body. Clayton literally pulls me out of the club. The hot air hits us hard. There’s a slight breeze that is nice but does nothing to ward off the impressive heat.
I wonder what Erik and Orie are thinking? They’re probably disap- pointed that I left the club holding Clayton’s hand despite their warnings that I should play hard to get. We walk up the steps and are outside within seconds. Clayton walks briskly, completely ignoring me. I dig my feet into the ground.
“Hold on a second!”
He stops, doesn’t release my hand, and turns to look at me. His face is perfectly composed. But he looks really aloof. All because I danced with some guy?
“What is your problem?” I know my voice has gone up like ten octaves but I really don’t care. I’m not the type of woman who allows a guy to order me around, and here’s a perfect stranger doing just that. He needs to explain. Like now.
I watch him raise a brow, look me over with that icy glare, and I won- der what I’m getting myself into. He stares at me for a long moment before answering. I know he’s doing this to throw me off balance and make me nervous. Law school and my father did teach me a few things about the art of war. And damn, he’s really good at it. My father would definitely be impressed.
“I told you, Sophie. I don’t share. And I don’t do games. And I especially don’t do jealousy.”
Well shit, he certainly seems jealous to me. Right?
“You could have fooled me.” I can’t believe I just said that. Talk about uttering some bold shit.
Even Clayton seems surprised by my words. I see it for a split second before his eyes turn cloudy and guarded. I’ve managed to pull my hand from his and back a bit away from him, hoping to gain some distance from the towering god. The angry, towering god, I might add.
“You’re right.”
At first I don’t think I’ve heard him correctly because honestly, it’s the last thing in the world I’d expect him to admit to me, but he does. Before I can even have a second to be happy about that revelation, he starts to stalk me. I back away from him until I’m cornered against a wall with nowhere to go. He leans into me, hands on both sides of my head, trapping any possible exit I could make.
“You’re absolutely right, Sophie. And it’s a first for me. A fucking first. And I’ve decided I don’t like the feeling at all.”
I lose my stomach. I feel a rush of excitement move through my body. I can barely breathe. He’s never been jealous before? I try not to smile in giddy pleasure.
“So what now?” I whisper. He smiles darkly at my innocent question.
“So now I’m going to find out why the hell I’m so drawn to you. I’m going to see if you taste as good as you look.”
I gasp. Holy shit. For the first time in my life, I’m incapable of thought. His lips crush mine with savage seduction as his hand moves through my hair, pulling my face as close to his as possible. His other reaches down to cup my bottom and literally lifts me up off the ground as he grinds his hips into mine and pushes me against the wall.
Oh, God. I feel every inch of him and I lose it. My hands are entangled in his hair, holding him tightly in place. His tongue moves into my mouth with expertise and takes complete ownership, branding me completely as his, and I moan in reaction. His tongue licks and devours my mouth completely. Tasting every part of me. His lips suck mine, and lord, does this man know how to kiss.
I feel his hands move down to the back of my naked thighs, caressing my skin, then reach under my short dress and grasp my butt. He groans in satisfaction as he deepens the kiss. I feel every part of him. It is so sinful but feels so good I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him. I push my hips into his, feeling the proof that he wants me just as badly as I want him, and then suddenly he tears his mouth away from mine and steps back.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I’m panting with need. With want. I have never felt this way in all my life. I want him. I want to go to bed with him. Give him my virginity. On a silver platter, paper plate, I don’t care. It’s his.
I try to get a grip. Is it just me? It can’t be. I look at him and watch as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in.

“Fuck,” he says. Yes, Clayton. I’m thinking the same thing.

Colet Abedi Bio:

Colet Abedi has been an entertainment industry executive for over ten years. In addition to working on many television programs for NBC, ABC, FOX, and most cable networks, she is best known for her work as head writer for the telenovela serials American Heiress and Fashion House, the latter of which starred Bo Derek and Morgan Fairchild, on the FOX-owned MyNetworkTV. Abedi currently has one television series in syndication, Unsealed: Alien Files, and has completed Five Souls, her first feature film. She is also the co-author of young adult fiction novel, FAE. Book one was released July 2013 by Diversion Publishing Group and was an instant online bestseller. The Dark King, the second in the planned FAE trilogy, was released May 2014. FAE was recently optioned by Ridley Scott. Colet is a native of California, graduated with a B.A. in English literature from the University of California at Irvine, and currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and three dogs.

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