Love Painted in Red
by Cristiane Serruya
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Tavish
MacCraig, thirty-three-year-old Highlander, forsook his medical and military
career, after being a
Laetitia, who fled hell on earth when she was sixteen, now works as a well-paid housekeeper in a forsaken country manor in Warwickshire and sells her paintings in an obscure gallery. To preserve her new life and recently found peace, she resists Tavish and The Blue Dot's fantastic offer of an exclusive contract.
Laetitia becomes Tavish’s obsession; Tavish, Laetitia’s unattainable dream.
Meanwhile, a man with a burning grudge plots his long-awaited revenge, which could destroy them all over again.
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And now for an Excerpt!
Mallory Court Hotel
12:00 p.m.
“I trust you’ll find the food excellent,” he said, parking
his car in front of a Lutyens-style main house, the epitome of a classic
English country house.
After she had changed clothes and came to meet him in the
studio, he had known she would capture the attention of all the men in Mallory
Court. It was not that her dress was transparent, clingy, short, or even
brand-new. Far from that. She was wearing a lilac turtleneck long-sleeve maxi
dress with a large gray belt low on her hips and gray flat booties. The vintage
outfit emphasized her youth and put his imagination on fire. He wanted to rip
off her dress and devour her breasts.
He wasn’t quite sure what they had talked about or what had
happened on the way to the hotel, as her sweet scent wrapped him in its flowery
vine.
As he helped her out of the car, the warmth of his hands
penetrated through her dress. She kept her hands on his shoulders when he
didn’t let go of her waist immediately, striving to ignore how rigid and well
formed his muscles were. Damn, Laetitia! Stop these thoughts. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Wee lasses tend to have a difficult time
descending from my car in long dresses, unaided.” And man, I’ve developed an
appreciation for wee lasses in long dresses.
She wanted to point out that everything would be wee when
compared to him, but she just said again, “Thank you.”
He clasped his hands behind his back, lest he would pick her
up in his arms and take her directly to a room. Focus on something else. “You
have a lilting Gaelic accent. But you’re not Scottish, are you?”
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About the Author:
Cristiane
Serruya is Brazilian and lives in Rio de Janeiro, with her husband, two teenage
daughters, and Loki, her Shetland sheepdog. She has studied in England, France,
Italy, and Switzerland and graduated in Law, with a Master’s in Business Law,
and a BA in Fine Arts. In 2012, she published her first romance, and is proud
of the awards her novels have received.
She
still works as a lawyer, but writing has become an essential part of her life,
and a fulfilling adventure, as it allows her to make friends all over the
world.
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3 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
congrats on the tour and thanks for the chance to win :)
Really great excerpt, thanks for sharing!
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