Hungry for More (Determined, #2) #availablenow #mustread #enemiestolovers #bookaddict🔥

Hungry for More (Determined, #2) #availablenow #mustread #enemiestolovers #bookaddict🔥

Hey Guys:

How have you been? I have been busy typing away, writing books and learning the indie publishing business.

Today the second book in the Determined series, Hungry for More is available for until the end of the month at the bargain price of $0.99.

Want to get started, get you copy of Just A Taste (Determined, 1) now for FREE.

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Interracial Romance

Blurb:

A friends to lovers, new adult romance.

I craved her.
I loved her.
Until she disappeared without a word.

I was doing just fine then she stumbles back into my life.
The sight of her has reopened old wounds.

They say it’s best to forgive.
But all I want is revenge.

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EXCERPT

Fucking hell, this isn’t the time to be reminiscing. The atmosphere becomes stifling. My breathing labors. I can feel Simone getting closer. 

I look across the room and gasp, taking a couple of breaths to get my treacherous heart under control. The bastard betrays me, thumping erratically at the sight of her. 

Is it even possible that Simone has gone from beautiful to otherworldly? She ages like fine wine. Yeah, that shit is cliché, but it’s not when it’s true. Her dress hugs every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes follow the deep v down her chest, showing the swell of her breasts.

I want to run over and shield her from the eyes watching her. Old habits die hard.

Every motherfucker in here can see her.

She’s not yours.

My mouth curves up with an image of her on her knees, my hands fisting her hair as she gags on my cock.

I’m fucking sick.

I shake my head to rid myself of the image. 

Our eyes collide. Turmoil brews in their depth. Simone braces herself for my reaction. She drags her eyes across my body, giving it a once-over. My stomach muscles knot like rope at the perusal. There’s no warm embrace. Simone doesn’t run to me, begging for forgiveness. 

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