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This week, I’d like to bring back an author I’ve had on Laugh, Love, Read before so she can share a little bit with you about her latest release, Cupid’s Last Stand, which came out last week. It’s a part of a wonderful, sexy and fresh series with tattooed men, feisty heroines and…angels! Stick around and comment, I’m giving away five copies to some lucky winners next week.
Welcome Shauna Allen!
Thanks, Christie! So thrilled to be here!
Well, like Christie said, I very proudly released my newest book last week. Cupid’s Last Stand is the fourth and final novel in my Cupid Chronicles series, and I’m really proud of it. I might even admit it’s my favorite book of the series, though I don’t want to make my other book babies jealous. But, I love it so much for a few reasons…
First, I brought back a much beloved character from a previous book. Tristan was just a wounded teenage boy in The Halo Effect, and I think I lost my heart to him a little back then. I knew, almost right away, that he would be getting the last book in the series.
Second, I adore first love stories, and that’s exactly what I gave Tristan and the girl who never left his heart, Darby. If you follow the series, their meeting is foretold at the end of Wounded Wings.
And, last, while it’s a little bittersweet to be writing the last book of the series, I think I went out with a bang, and I made sure to include glimpses of all my past couples and angels.
So, like I said, this book is about first love. I’ll bet all of us remember our first…for good or bad. But, I’ll bet with some degree of nostalgia. I certainly do. I’ve often contended if I hadn’t met my husband, I would’ve probably ended up with mine. And, luckily for Tristan Blackfeather and Darby Deveraux, their love is meant to be. A match made in Heaven.
Here’s an excerpt of one of my favorite scenes:
Darby’s eyes dipped to the carpet between her feet and her voice came out nearly a whisper. “Just because I never said it back to you doesn’t mean I didn’t feel the same way.” She used a hand to grip her temples. “God. I feel like an idiot. That was ten years ago.” She met his eyes, her expression fierce. “I was just a girl, Tristan. A shy girl who had a hard time saying what she felt and wanted. But I loved you. I loved you and you absolutely broke my heart. Is that what you want to hear?”
“No.” He reached out and brushed her cheek. “Not at all.”
Clearly emotional, she tipped her head down. “Well. It’s ancient history, right?”
His heart turning slow circles in his chest, he knelt on the floor and crawled until he was between her knees and cradling her face between his hands. “It doesn’t feel like history to me.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Far from it.” Drawing her bottom lip into his mouth, he suckled, making her moan. He took a chance and leaned in, cupping the back of her head to hold her close while he tenderly bathed her with kisses. Forehead, eyelids, the tip of her nose, cheeks, chin. Finally, her mouth, where she met him with a soft sound of acquiescence deep in her throat as she slid her tongue against his and they explored each other gently. Unhurriedly.
He dipped to her jaw. Then her throat, following the smooth column of her neck down to where it met her shoulder. “God, Darby,” he breathed against her skin. “It’s like I’ve been here with you this whole time.”
“Why?” she keened softly as she gripped a fistful of his T-shirt, yanking. “Why did you have to leave me?”
Were those tears in her voice?
Slowly, he drew back to take in her face. Her eyes fluttered open, and sure enough, tears were pooled in the corners and sadness exuded from every pore of her body. He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m so sorry, baby. How can I make it better?”
She paused, her hot breath puffing against his cheek, her hands still clenching his shirt at his waist as she appeared to wrestle with something. Eventually, she seemed to come to a decision, and she released his shirt, only to slide beneath to the bare skin of his back and tug him into an embrace. “Don’t shatter me like that again.”
Tristan Blackfeather . . .
The wounded boy has grown into a man, and his ghosts continue to haunt him. Now, faced with the ultimate betrayal, he makes a break for it, only to find himself face-to-face with his first love . . . the one he never truly forgot.
Darby Deveraux . . .
Squelching every desire of her soul, she’s existed the best she can in spite of the hand life has dealt her. Now, the boy who shattered her heart has come roaring back into town, demanding a second chance . . . does she dare?
One last shot . . .
Luckily, an old friend is there to help guide these two together. But is their Cupid Michael up to one final mission? Can your first love be your last?
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So, tell us about your first love for your chance to win one of five copies of Cupid’s Last Stand. Be sure to check back next week to see if you’ve won. Good luck!
Shauna grew up an only child with two open and loving parents in Central Texas. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and is the mother to three awesome teenagers, including one she’s about to send off to the Air Force. She is the award-winning author of the Cupid Chronicles series, including the newly released Charlie’s Angel and Cupid’s Last Stand. Shauna also writes emotional Contemporary YA novels as SC Montgomery, works as a freelance editor, and is personal assistant to two NYT Bestselling authors. She loves all things sexy, sassy, and Gerard Butler.
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