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Friday, January 10, 2014

Fire In His Eyes - MJ Nightingale - Excerpt! Giveaway!!!

Debut Novel by MJ Nightingale
Fire In His Eyes

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At thirty years old Monica is about to discover real passion for the first time in her life.  A chance encounter in a Tampa bar brings Victor into her life.  Sexy as hell, secretive, and incredible in bed, Monica is overwhelmed in every way by this ex-military man who introduces her to all kinds of new and exciting experiences.

Monica is a school teacher who longs to experience the joy and thrill of passion.  She has battled a past filled with trauma, and depression.  Finally free of her fears and guilt, she begins to explore.  That is when she meets Victor, a man who has his own demons to battle and secrets to keep.  When he meets innocent Monica, he wants to experience all he can with her. She is innocent, yet willing; barely touched, but incredibly passionate.  Victor's past has scarred him, and despite his feelings he keeps Monica at a distance.  Why?  Because he fears those secrets will destroy them.

But, Monica and Victor are soul mates.  They have the same hot passions. Will they find their happiness with each other?  You must read to find that out.  But, they most assuredly do find pleasure.

The genre is: Erotic Romance


“Hello, gorgeous!” Blue eyes said and inched closer to me.
“Hi,” I replied nervously taking another sip of my drink, not realizing I had finished it. 
He turned and called to the bartender, “Another one, please,” he indicated to the bartender that the drink was for me, and the bartender nodded.
Blue eyes, then turned to me and smiled.  His teeth were perfect.  “My name is Victor Ciccone.  And you have to be the most beautiful girl I have seen in long time.”
“Thank-you,” I said shyly.
“You’re welcome!”  He laughed. “You didn’t seem this shy on the dance floor.  You can move! I was imagining you moving like that under me in my bed.”
“Y-you did?”  God, that was a stupid thing to say.  I wasn’t used to this flirting business.  I had no experience. I wasn’t Ana.
“Yes, I did.  And, it was good.  I pleased you very much.” He gazed down the length of my body and that look was a caress. I could see from his face he liked what he saw. It was a compliment without words.  I was surprised I wasn’t more nervous, but Ana was right there watching us.  He was incredibly attractive. Oh my, if my heart beat any faster I was afraid it was going to burst right out of my chest.  “So, what is your name?  I want to know what to moan in my sleep when I dream about you tonight.”  Was this for real?  Did guys really talk like that to pick up a girl?  I didn’t know.  But, it was definitely working on me.  This guy was turning me on, and he hadn’t even touched me. Yet!
“My name is Monica Michaud,” I said as I reached out my hand to shake his.  It was like electricity. A shock went through my entire body.  I felt warm all over, and I knew it wasn’t from the drink.  I only had one.  The guy was pure animal magnetism, pure sex appeal.
He did not let go of my hand, or break eye contact.  He held it and used his thumb to caress the top of my hand.  He pulled me closer, and we were mere inches apart.  He tilted his head to the side and put his face into my hair behind my ear, and inhaled.  “You smell delicious.  I bet you taste good, too,” he whispered in my ear.  He softly kissed my cheek and trailed light feathery kisses from my temple to my lips.  I gasped at the sensations he evoked in me.  “Dance with me?” he asked and began to draw me out of my chair.
Wordlessly, I followed him.  It wasn’t a fast song, but it wasn’t a slow song either.  He drew me into his arms and we swayed rhythmically in time to the music. His body and mine melded together on the dance floor.  The electricity between us sizzled.  After one song ended and another began his hands began to roam across my back, my sides, and I just held on enjoying the feelings he evoked in me, He turned me slightly and our eyes met, and, that is when his lips claimed mine.  They were soft and cool, probably from the beer.  His tongue darted out, and slid along my lips and I opened for him wanting more.  My nipples hardened at the sensations he was creating.  This man knew what he was doing and I wanted more.  He explored my mouth with his, he tasted of lemon and beer, and I tentatively began to respond. He moaned my name into my mouth.  The hand that caressed my back now slid along my arm then grasped my face, and his other hand, the one that had been stroking me along the side along my ribcage did the same. I was lost in the pleasure, completely oblivious to my sister sitting not eight feet away.  The kiss went on and on. He slowly began to ease back, and end the kiss.  “You do,” he said and sighed sadly.
“I do what?” I asked, a little shaken by, what seemed to me, the abrupt end of the kiss.
“Taste great,” he answered and then laughed, his blue eyes glittering.  “But that is not the only part of you I want to taste.”
I stared at him shocked.  My eyes widened into saucers at his suggestion, but yet, I yearned for whatever this man was willing to offer.
“You have beautiful eyes.  Lonely, big and brown eyes.  I want to see them full of passion for me. But another time.  Let me bring you back to your friend.”
He began to lead me back to my sister, and I muttered just that.  “She is my sister.”
He turned to look at me, surprised.  “You look so different.  Both of you are beautiful, though in your own way.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his sincere compliment.  We didn’t look much alike.  Once back at the bar, he helped me back onto my stool, and again sat beside me, his smile dazzling.
I was speechless and terrified and excited at the same time. Nervous, too. But, a part of me knew that this man would be worth it. Instinctively, I also felt he wouldn’t hurt me physically, and although his words were evocative, I saw glimpses of tenderness, and restraint in him. He was as sexy as hell, and when he smiled his crooked smile he had a dimple.  Whatever inhibitions I still had, I knew he would break those down, he would teach me and please me to no end.  This man was wild and dangerous, untamed. But I saw kindness there, too.
He broke the silence first.  “I want to see you again.”
“I would like that,” I said immediately and licked my lips not realizing I had done it. I don’t know where those confident words came from, but I was glad they came.  He nodded his approval, and then sadly shook his head and I felt a sudden sense of loss.  He could see it in my eyes.
“Don’t worry, Mi Cara, I am not done with you yet, just for tonight, though.  I have to work early tomorrow, and I do not want to rush what I wish to do to you.  Give me your phone number,” he demanded as he slid his phone towards me.
With shaking hands I picked up his cell phone and typed in my phone number, and then handed it back to him.  “Just one second, Monica,” he stated as he scrutinized his phone and hit a few buttons.  At that moment, my phone began to ring; I looked at my clutch and began to retrieve it automatically, when his hand stilled mine.  “No, don’t worry, Monica.  That was me calling.  I wanted to be sure you had given me the right phone number and not a phony one.  I can’t let you get away, now that I’ve found you.  And, now you have my phone number, as well.”

how hot was that?!?!?!

About The Author

MJ Nightingale has been a teacher for twenty–two years.  She graduated from University in Canada with a Bachelors of Arts degree majoring in English, and honoring in American History.  She went on to get her Bachelors of Education Degree in Secondary Education.

Reading has been a part of her life since she was a child. She has been an avid lover of classical English and American literature, but romance has always held a special place in her heart.  She devours romance novels all summer long, and any type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense, and drama.  She has published poetry, lyrics for song scores and short stories under a different name.

She has taught Creative Writing to high school students for over fifteen years, several who have gone on to publish works of their own.

She currently lives in Florida, where she continues to teach, with her wonderful husband of eight years, and her twin sons.  She plans on pursuing her writing career full time very soon.



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