Title: Prophet
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Enemies-to-lovers Romance
Cover Design: RBA
Photo: Eric Battershell
Model: Johnny Kane
Release Date: September 14, 2018
Blurb
Money is my mistress.
Solving problems, my trade.
Until the tables
turn, and trouble finds me.
turn, and trouble finds me.
Now on the run, I need a plan.
But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.
Maggie.
Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.
I don’t trust her and
with good reason.
with good reason.
My plan is simple: use her.
Then I kiss her. Touch her.
Crave her.
Crave her.
She was my way out,
now she’s my downfall.
now she’s my downfall.
Prophet is
a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.
a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.
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Excerpt
With less
than three feet to the elevator, the doors roll open. Relief floods my veins,
cooling my hot, churning insides, but the feeling withers when long legs,
curves, and tumbling raven locks consume my vision.
than three feet to the elevator, the doors roll open. Relief floods my veins,
cooling my hot, churning insides, but the feeling withers when long legs,
curves, and tumbling raven locks consume my vision.
Maggie.
My insides
are atomic, hot and fracturing into a million shards of emotion.
are atomic, hot and fracturing into a million shards of emotion.
Anger
slices my gut like a blade. This woman keeps popping up at the most
inconvenient times.
slices my gut like a blade. This woman keeps popping up at the most
inconvenient times.
Confusion.
With her long cornflower-blue dress and leather jacket, hands laden with
grocery bags, she is so out of place amidst the chaos.
With her long cornflower-blue dress and leather jacket, hands laden with
grocery bags, she is so out of place amidst the chaos.
Unease. I
want her gone with a blink of an eye. Guys with guns are breathing down my
back, and she’s now in the line of fire.
want her gone with a blink of an eye. Guys with guns are breathing down my
back, and she’s now in the line of fire.
Resentment.
What if she isn’t in harm’s way but also here for me? There’s no evidence to
suggest she’s carrying out orders, but it would be a mistake to dismiss the
idea.
What if she isn’t in harm’s way but also here for me? There’s no evidence to
suggest she’s carrying out orders, but it would be a mistake to dismiss the
idea.
My
competing thoughts only make it harder to concentrate. I’ve got bigger problems
with Drago’s men gaining on me.
competing thoughts only make it harder to concentrate. I’ve got bigger problems
with Drago’s men gaining on me.
I dive for
the elevator, shielding her and we crash to the floor. I may not trust her, but
I won’t have her blood on my hands. And if she’s here for me too, then I’ll
deal with her.
the elevator, shielding her and we crash to the floor. I may not trust her, but
I won’t have her blood on my hands. And if she’s here for me too, then I’ll
deal with her.
“Get off
me!” She pushes at my chest, oblivious to the danger.
me!” She pushes at my chest, oblivious to the danger.
I jump to
standing and press my finger on the close button. Two Russian behemoths run our
way, surprisingly fast for their size.
standing and press my finger on the close button. Two Russian behemoths run our
way, surprisingly fast for their size.
“Oh my
God!” Her eyes widen at the guns aimed at us. “Shut the door!”
God!” Her eyes widen at the guns aimed at us. “Shut the door!”
“What the
fuck do you think I’m doing?”
fuck do you think I’m doing?”
My finger
threatens to snap at the pressure I have on the button, and I prepare to fight
if they get in the elevator.
threatens to snap at the pressure I have on the button, and I prepare to fight
if they get in the elevator.
The big guy
on the left pulls the trigger and the bullet hits the wall. Her scream pierces
the confined space and she wedges herself into the corner of the tin can.
Terrified eyes bore into me as if I’m shooting at her and the elevator doors
slide closed, separating us from the men.
on the left pulls the trigger and the bullet hits the wall. Her scream pierces
the confined space and she wedges herself into the corner of the tin can.
Terrified eyes bore into me as if I’m shooting at her and the elevator doors
slide closed, separating us from the men.
I sink to
the floor and rest my head on the wall for a beat or two, struggling to gain
composure. It’s short-lived with the heat of her savage glare burning my
skin.
the floor and rest my head on the wall for a beat or two, struggling to gain
composure. It’s short-lived with the heat of her savage glare burning my
skin.
She slides
her back up the wall, using it for support. “What the hell is going on? Why are
they shooting at me?”
her back up the wall, using it for support. “What the hell is going on? Why are
they shooting at me?”
Her
frenetic tone pinches at whatever is left of my patience, and I mash my lips
together to keep from losing it. I could have left her in the hall with those
assholes. They wouldn’t have thought twice about killing her.
frenetic tone pinches at whatever is left of my patience, and I mash my lips
together to keep from losing it. I could have left her in the hall with those
assholes. They wouldn’t have thought twice about killing her.
Fruit—oranges,
lemons, avocados and bananas—litters the floor along with fresh meat, a box of
Oreos, and other groceries.
lemons, avocados and bananas—litters the floor along with fresh meat, a box of
Oreos, and other groceries.
Needing a
moment of peace, I close my eyes, licking my dry lips. It’s a mistake. She
lunges for me, feral and violent, shoving at my chest. Her eyes are glassy with
unshed tears, her long hair wild and cheeks flaming.
moment of peace, I close my eyes, licking my dry lips. It’s a mistake. She
lunges for me, feral and violent, shoving at my chest. Her eyes are glassy with
unshed tears, her long hair wild and cheeks flaming.
“Answer me,
dammit!” She beats on me; her blows hurt, but not nearly as much as a bullet
would. “How the hell are we going to get out of here alive?”
dammit!” She beats on me; her blows hurt, but not nearly as much as a bullet
would. “How the hell are we going to get out of here alive?”
Author Bio
S.M. West writes
contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart
desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and
writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart
desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and
writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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