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Love’s Timeless Melody (The Bel Homme Quartet #2) by Cindy Irish - Book Blast, Excerpt & Giveaway

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Title: Love’s Timeless Melody
Author: Cindy Irish
Series: The Bel Homme Quartet #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance (w/ Paranormal Elements)
Release Date: November 4th, 2015
Publisher: Enoch Publications LLC
Print Length: 352 pages
Format: Digital
Digital ISBN: 9781942627036

Opera gets magical!

The Bel Homme Quartet saga continues in Book #2 with this mystical standalone story…

British member Jamie Stratton joined the world famous pop-opera singing group called “Bel Homme” for one reason only: money. It’s a year later now, and he’s rolling in it. But Jamie also possesses a spiritual side he can’t deny. He was raised by his gran at the most legendary place on earth: Stonehenge. She manages the gift shop there, and Jamie grew up in the flat over the store. His grandmother is an eccentric old bird who reads her Tarot cards and predicts true love is coming into Jamie’s life.

Jessica Evans is an American psychic medium from Illinois who’s always believed in astral protection—but then she’s assaulted by a man who does devastating harm to her family. While she lies near death in a coma, she dreams of a stranger who is her destiny. When she finally wakes up and needs a safe place to heal, a hometown tie to the American member of Bel Homme gives her access to the group’s secure compound in Royal Tunbridge Wells, England.

That’s when Fate steps in and brings Jamie and Jessie together. But in the midst of their timeless romance, Jamie must deal with a crisis involving his grandmother while Jessie is once again confronted by her brutal attacker—and Jamie is the only one who can save her.

Love or money: which would you choose? It’s Jamie’s turn to decide.

“Okay.” Jessie started sliding back and forth. “But I’m really gonna move this time so try to keep up.”

The horny, arrogant Jamie showed his true colors. “You think I’m all passive and proper?” He felt nothing like the sedate British gentleman now. “Here’s a warning, luv. You’d better hang on because”—he used an American accent—“I’m gonna getcha!” Around her giddy laughter, he cupped her bottom and started maneuvering her in a faster rhythm, plunging up into her as he manipulated her down. Abruptly, he rolled them over so he was on top. He went up on his knees. “You want action, Yank?” His fingers digging into her skin, he grabbed her hips and jerked her closer. “I’ll give you action.” And then he dropped down and rammed deep.

Jessie cried out from the split-second pleasure he was shockingly capable of stoking in them both. “Oh, my God, aren’t we full of surprises!” He grew wild under her hands, and she thrilled at the magnificent results of his pathos. Moving with a panther’s grace and a lion’s imperious demands, he pounded into her, relentless in his pursuit. She was being bounced and buffeted, his overwhelming strength unexpectedly raw.

Jamie lifted and looked down. “This and more, luv.” His stamina unleashed, he didn’t play it safe and cool now. “I want this and more.” He grasped her legs and lifted her higher into his downward thrusts. “Show me what you’ve got.”

No soft words. No kind understanding. Nothing but a man’s possession and adjuration, and Jessie laughed out loud as she rose to his commands. If indeed that’s what this was, she relished the competition. Angling her hips, she answered back, using the undulation of feminine muscles, both inside and out, and in no time at all, she was the one in control.

They moved in lilting harmony on their way to mindlessness. The payoff came when they did, climaxing in that space in time like no other.

How much more could his awakening heart take? he asked himself as he sank down onto her, wasted and complete.

How much more perfect could an orgasm be? she wondered as she gathered him close and cradled her redeemer.

Harsh breathing. Hearts pounding. Total and utter fulfillment. The flawless consummation of two made one.

“Jamie,” she whispered seconds later, “is this love?”

He smiled and kissed her sumptuous breast. “At the very least.”

Cindy Irish writes Contemporary, Paranormal, and Speculative romance fiction. She’s a member of The Authors Guild, Romance Writers of America, as well as the Mid-Michigan and Greater Detroit RWA chapters.

Cindy lives in Michigan with her family.

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