COVER REVEAL
Captivated
By Tessa
Bailey and Eve Dangerfield
Book
Release Date: June 11th
Blurb
Secret
aspiring comedian Autumn Reynolds is a girl gone...not
wild exactly. More like lazy. Since her boyfriend abandoned her in New York
City for a bunch of improv groupies she’s had two priorities; sucking the
nitrous out of whipped cream cans and making sex comics about her mysterious
landlord.
Blake
hates people—and sunlight—with good reason. Imagine his surprise when he finds
himself lusting after his upstairs tenant, a sunny, Australian people pleaser
down on her luck. Turns out his ability to terrify with a single scowl comes
with an advantage. Autumn seems to like it. A lot. As evidenced by the
prisoner-captive comic Blake was never meant to see.
As they
embark on a three-date arrangement the rules are clear; filthy, ground breaking
sex, no feelings or commitment required. When chemistry is this strong, though,
attachment follows. As Blake and Autumn attempt to negotiate their New York
romance, their prior histories and secret dreams come to the foreground. How
long can these polar opposites remain Captivated, when all signs point to
disaster?
Excerpt
“Ms. Reynolds, you were telling me why you
chose to draw me into your sex-picture.”
Several beats passed as her gaze dipped to
his bare chest and traveled the length of him, top to bottom, side to side. “I
really hope you won’t be offended, but you’re rather large and spectacularly
intimidating and I’ve always had a-a…wish.” Her chest rose and plummeted, her
words puffing out like little gusts. “A fantasy, really. To be jailed. Kept
prisoner. Your likeness is sort of reminiscent of someone who could—not would,
just could—do that to me.”
The blood running through his body rose a
thousand degrees in temperature. “It turns you on. The idea of me holding you
captive.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, but
not before he caught sight of her stiff nipples poking through her t-shirt. “I
guess you could say that. But—”
“Do we fuck, Ms. Reynolds? In that little
head of yours?”
A squeak left Autumn and he watched as her
thighs pressed together. “Um, maybe? I mean yes. Regularly, I’m afraid.”
Unbelievable. They’d barely exchanged a
word since she moved in, yet they’d been mentally screwing each other’s brains
out from two floors away. “Do you still want to know the face I made when I saw
the drawing?”
“No. I mean yes. I mean…it was a good face,
right?”
Blake advanced on her, cataloguing
everything. The way she backed up, then steeled her spine and attempted to hold
her ground. The way she shivered and glanced at the door. Her very real
apprehension forced him to make a decision. “Go home.”
Her expression was the physical embodiment
of a record scratch. “Wait. What?”
“Go home, Fun-Size.” He took the drawing
out of his pocket and offered it to her. “I don’t hold scared little girls
prisoner, even if I look like I do.”
Author Bios & Social Media Links
Tessa
Bailey
Website:
www.tessabailey.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/mstessabailey
Tessa Bailey is originally from
Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her
yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in
under four days.
Her most valuable life
experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan
pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best
friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself
through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace
University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force
as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her
attention.
She now lives in Long Island,
New York with her husband of eleven years and six-year-old daughter.
Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living
her dream of writing about people falling in love.
Eve Dangerfield
Website: http://www.evedangerfield.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/evedangerfield/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/evedangerfield/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Eve_Dangerfield
Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels ever since she first
started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks. Now she writes her own
unapologetically sexy tales about complex young women and
gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her
sister and a zen-like rabbit named Billy. When she's not writing she can
usually be found drinking, dancing or making a mess. Often all at
once. Calling her an author will get you kissed*
*circumstances are subject to change.
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