Violin's Melody

Violin's Melody

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Rizther Series "Wait. All this time you don't know my name, do you?" I totally cringed as I feel my face burning up. I know him. By face. I think his name starts with S. I'm pretty sure that it was Steve until I saw his expression. The name is in the tip of my tongue. Damn it. My eyes snapped to his when I heard him laugh out loud. I could breathe a sigh of relief that he is not really mad. "That was..that was something. Sorry, it's my first time encountering this kind of situation." He shook his head still chuckling and hold out his hand. "Hi, my name's Steil Jed." I shook his hand, "Irish Jane." Purposely not mentioning my surname. "So Jane is your family name?" "Jed is yours?" He smirked, his grip tightened before he let go. "Touchè." I smiled, watched him start his motorcycle and left. "I know enough not to hold on to empty promises but what can a puppy heart understand about the complexity of the word love?" - Kris (This story is inspired by Lindsey Stirling <3) © Verriel Jinx April 2015 All rights reserved
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My name is Abby Blair. I write erotic romance. I don't practise what I preach, though. With a string of failed relationships behind me, my books are now the only passion in my life. I create fictional men, because the real men in my life often let me down. I create a woman's perfect fantasy, because my fantasy doesn't exist. My female leads luckily get what I don't. Devotion. Love. Sex... A happy ending. So when I meet Yate Sheridan at my very first book signing, he makes me question a lot of things. He is like one of my leading men, jumping out from a chapter and jumping into my real life. He is charming and wickedly sexy, with a smile that could cause a roomful of knickers to drop in an instant. There is no question; Yate is appealing. He is also a cover model...a definite no-no for me. I don't like my men to be constantly drooled over, I leave that for my readers to do with my fictional men. So, as much as I like Yate, I can never date him. I'm way too insecure to go out with a guy like him. I have a painful past regret that has chipped away at my confidence. Being with someone like Yate, would only feed those insecurities. I write about sassy, confident, and bolder than brass heroines. They are sadly, everything that I'm not. When Yate kisses me; I know that I need to walk away. I need to walk, whilst my knickers are still on and my heart is still in tact. Only he doesn't want to leave things there. After that single kiss... He wants more. I'll admit, he gets under my skin, but I don't think I can give him what he wants? Yate Sheridan, well let's just say, he has other ideas. This is our story. ***DOES CONTAIN SWEAR WORDS & SCENES OF INTIMATE AND GRAPHIC NATURE*** WRITTEN WITH HEARTS Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2016 K B Mallion All rights reserved

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