Chased
by her criminal kingpin father, Katya Dalca runs to New Orleans and straight
into the arms of Luke Hunter. Sucked into the carnal world of the French
Quarter, she succumbs to Luke’s potent sexuality. He not only steals her
breath, he steals her heart and the only leverage she has against her father.
She is left with no choice except to pick up the pieces and rebuild her life
alone.
Undercover
DEA agent Luke Hunter thought his newest assignment—recover a stolen flash
drive to gain the trust of the Russian mob—was like any other. But his target
brings him to his knees, and after one taste of her intoxicating beauty, he's
in too deep. Doing his job means walking away, leaving his heart behind with
nothing but a promise to reunite. It's a promise he can't keep.
When
Katya's past reaches out and her world unravels, her only hope is the one man
she is most vulnerable to—Luke.
I snuggled deeper into the cosy
bedding, lazy and heavy-limbed. Shifting slightly, warmth spread through me as
the slight stickiness between my legs brought with it delicious memories of the
night before. I never dreamed that I could be so wanton, so wildly desperate
for one man’s touch.
And boy, did he touch! His
potency evident in every aching muscle in my body.
Mmmm. Heat flickered as his musky
scent infused my senses.
“Katya.”
I loved his voice. Especially
when he said my name, so deep, rich like dark molasses.
“Katya!”
I forced my lids open. And
drowned in sensual, male beauty. “Hi,” I purred. And it was a purr. I sounded
like a sated cat. Inching a hand out from under the covers, I reached up,
hungry to stroke his rough morning stubble.
He reared back as if stung.
What?
My hand hovered midair as he
lowered himself to a chair that was pulled up close to the bedside.
How did that chair get there? Was
he watching me sleep?
Sluggish, I looked at the window. The curtains were
drawn together but didn’t quite meet. Faint light trickled in. It was barely
morning. I looked back at Michale and cold started to seep in. Shit. He was
fully clothed, he was even wearing his jacket. Only his hair looked out of
place. He obviously couldn’t find the cord that I’d enthusiastically pulled
from it like a wild woman, and now it hung loose to his shoulders. Bed-hair. Do
men get bed-hair?
Last year, Anni Fife closed the door on a
twenty-year successful career in television production, to fulfill her lifelong
passion, writing. In the space of one month, she closed her business, packed up
her city life and moved to a small seaside village. ‘My writing has always been
constrained by client briefs,’ Anni says. ‘Now, I finally have the opportunity
to write to the beat of my own heart.’ LUKE’s Redemption is Anni’s debut novel and
she hopes you enjoy it as much as she loved writing it. Anni loves to spend
hours walking on the beach searching for pansy shells, more hours drinking red
wine with her gal posse, and the most hours writing romance novels filled with
women you can relate to and men you love to dream about. She is currently
working on her second novel, GRAY’s Promise.
Anni is published by The Wild Rose Press.
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Thank you so much for hosting me today and supporting my debut release. And a warm welcome to your readers. I’m jumping for joy that Luke’s Redemption is finally available. If you have any questions, ask away … Best, Anni. Xx
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