Fairy
Tale Romance--Rescued by Love by Jules Dixon--now available!
Aurora
Jessen lives a life that would make a princess envious, but will her prince
ever find her with her overprotective father hovering? When the infuriating
Drexel Mason returns to town, his ability to get her to almost spontaneously
orgasm while simultaneously making her want to stab him fascinates her, but a
deadly accident reiterates the lack of control over her own life.
Drexel
Mason’s childhood was more a scene from a nightmare than a tale of fated love.
The memories make him cover his pain with a secret elixir, but Aurora’s kiss
confiscates the lingering ache. When she accidentally takes his pain-killing
potion, he’s given an opportunity to slay the dragon of his cruel past and
release the prince hiding inside.
Will
Drexel save his princess or will she continue waiting for true love in her
ivory tower?
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Excerpt:
I rested my cheek against his shoulder and my nose brushed
carelessly against his neck. His body stiffened and I wondered if it was from
the touch or something else. I could hear his heart beating fast in his chest
and the sound was comforting. I inhaled a deep breath and smirked.
His cologne isn’t that bad. Just takes time to get used to it.
“Drexel?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
“Yeah, I didn’t kiss you, Princess. You kissed
me.”
I’ll show him Princess!
As if he knew I was going to try to get away, his hand pressed
on my shoulder blade to hold my body to him.
I adjusted my head so I could look up at him again. “No, you
kissed me, Drexel.”
“Now, Aurora—”
“Don’t say my name like that,” I said through gritted teeth.
His lips grazed my ear. “Ah-roar-ah.” He pulled the life from
every syllable until I needed the next one like the oxygen in my blood. “We
both know that was an impulsive and uncontrolled Aurora kiss. It wasn’t a Drexel
kiss. When I kiss you, it’s different than that kiss. I’m sure you remember
what one of my kisses feels like, right?”
I ignored the question. To remember brought back memories I
didn’t want to forget, but I’d pushed them down to move on with life like he
had.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t like that kiss,” I hissed back.
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it. I’m saying I didn’t start the
kiss, and I was only participating in being molested by your tongue because you
seemed to be enjoying it.”
“I seem to remember your third leg was molesting me and would
lead me to believe you were enjoying it.”
“Whatever.” He chuckled and my rising blood pressure made my
face flush.
“Did you just ‘whatever’ me?”
“Just trying to speak your language.” His hand lowered and
slipped into the open slit on the back of my dress. With his hand spread across
my lower back, I could feel the tip of his pinkie just resting at the top of
the split of my butt cheeks, sliding under the lace of my thong. Skin on skin.
I wiggled and shout-whispered in his ear, “Drexel, your hand!”
“Uh-huh, nice thong.” He was an excellent dancer, swaying our
bodies in unison to the dreamy but sultry beat. He spun us at just the right
moment, compelling the breath to exhale in excitement from my lungs. “What
about my hand?”
My breathing shallowed and my body betrayed me, hardening my
nipples. “Please, your hand.” A moan escaped my lips.
Drexel rumbled a soothing, manly murmur of appreciation in
response. “Now, why can’t you be this Aurora all the time? So peaceful and
graceful, and not pissing me off?”
Find
Jules:
Coming
Next:
A
surprise fated mate. A fence between them. Family objections to face. Are they
stronger than everything separating them?
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