Today I'm excited to have best-selling Kindle Author of Gothic Romance, Deena Remiel, as my guest.
.jpg)
Book 2 of The Book Waitress Series, Devil Du Jour is HERE!
Deena Remiel is an author to watch. Devil
Du Jour takes hold of you from page one. Sit back, because it takes
you on a ride you won’t forget. Book 2, (The Book Waitress Series), picks up
where book 1, The Book Waitress,
leaves off. With well-developed characters,
and emotional conflict, you can envision Camille Dutton, a shy librarian, and
Derek Galloway, the curious reporter, as if you were watching movie. Deena weaves a fast-paced, thought provoking
story that will leave you spellbound. I
highly recommend Devil Du Jour
to anyone who loves an author who is not afraid to take her readers on a
suspense-filled ride.
The Book Waitress, Camille Dutton, has luck on her side.
Good and bad. On the upside, she narrowly escaped death and Satan claiming her
soul. On the downside, a portal has been opened, and she can feel every time a
creature from Hell crosses over to our world.
Derek Galloway is one tenacious man. His curious nature
won’t let him rest until he closes Hell’s portal and finds a cure for Camille’s
affliction. Satan will have one helluva fight on his hands if he tries to claim
her again.
Camille and Derek, an unlikely couple, have found each other
in the darkest of times. Will they find the answers they need to free her and
the world from Satan’s grip? Or are they in for the longest, darkest battle
of
their lives?
R RATED EXCERPT
R RATED EXCERPT
Evil had done a real
number on her in her sleep. She had to somehow push him out of her mind.
Useless facts! She could try using all those facts she stored up for no good
reason, but helped her in socially awkward situations. Maybe if she thought
about them, she could squeeze the darkness out.
“Did you know good means
morally excellent, virtuous, and righteous?” She sniffed and wiped her wet eyes
with the hem of her t-shirt. Dragging her fingers through her thick mane, she
removed the tumbling mess from her face and did her best to tame the reckless
locks of hair.
“No I didn’t.” He
extended his hand again, and this time she took it.
“It also means honorable
and worthy.”
“Both of which you are.”
She inched out of the
corner, ever closer, and kneeled before him, suddenly sensing his physical need
of her, his concern, and affection. How could she deny her own longing and
desire for him?
“Show me, Derek.” Her
breath hitched. “Show me what Satan refuses me— the truth.”
He rose to meet her in
the center of the living room floor, the pair on their knees, like two souls
praying and worshipping each other. Butterflies flitted joyfully in her belly,
replacing the hurt of earlier, painful times. Her chin trembled with
anticipation as he brought his lips to rest upon hers for the most gentle of
kisses she believed had ever been given or received.
“I’m worthy, I’m
worthy….” she murmured over and over as he kissed her branded eyelids and
chased with feather-light kisses a single tear that had escaped to run down her
cheek. He blazed another trail along her throat, down to the sweet spot between
her breasts, and she enveloped him in her arms, cherishing the gentle restraint
he displayed, appreciating how hard it must be for him to contain his full
desires. Even she held back a little, wounds still smarting under the bandages.
But she couldn’t deny
herself the glory of seeing what lay hidden under his shirt, and pushed him
away to peel the thin material off in a burst of primal wanting. A godlike
present had lain underneath. Smooth, sculpted arms, chest and abdomen seemed to
beg for her hands to touch, and she willingly obeyed. Groaning, his eyes
fluttered closed as she explored each hill with her lips and every valley with
the tip of her tongue. He tasted of sunlight and all that was good and honest.
Like a man. A virile man to whom she would have to show her entire body.
She froze, frightened by
her urgent need and limitations.
He opened his eyes and
when they met hers, they were filled with understanding. He caressed her cheek
and whispered, “Camille, my beautiful flower, whatever you need, whatever you
want, just tell me.”
He waited patiently for
her to find her voice. “I…I don’t want you to see my body. Not like this.”
“Love-making can take
many forms, sweetheart. Take me to your bed, Cam. I’ll show you.”
CONTEST MY LETTER IS T
PRIZE $20 GIFT CARD TO WINNER.
**THIRTEEN stops on the DEVIL DU JOUR Blog Tour will have
a letter to collect. After collecting all 13 letters in order, put them all
together to create a sentence! Email me what the sentence says and I’ll email
you back with a special gift! deenaremiel@yahoo.com
DEC 1 KALI WILLOWS
BUY LINKS Buy Links. &N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/devil-du-jour-deena-remiel/1113797172?ean=29400158497212?ean=2940015849721
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/255210
