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a dash of desire

12/12/2014

 
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He wants to tame her…


After losing his wife to her wild ways at a young age, Tristan moved on to follow a higher calling. He finds comfort in helping others and has no intention of inviting drama back into his life. That is, until temptation blows into town.


She wants to corrupt him…


Riley is a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, and bitter soul. Down on her luck and on the run from another terrible decision, the last thing she needs is a soul-saving hottie pushing his way into her life.


But will they end up destroying each other?


Taming Riley becomes an obsession for Tristan. With his reputation on the line and Riley’s heart on the table, can Tristan find a way to keep both? It only takes a dash of desire to ignite a flame when this savior and sinner collide. But this is one inferno that could end up destroying them both.



Copyright © 2014 Charity Parkerson

Excerpt: All Rights Reserved

His cologne hit her first. Heaven and chocolate.
“Could you use a hand?”
The voice…southern whiskey. Hers refused to work as the full impact of him came into view. Soft blond hair and light blue eyes gave the impression of an angel. Seriously. Riley was certain they sang. On the other hand, the devil chuckled, because his body was made for sin. Six feet of sinewy muscle, reminding her of a runner. Wide shoulders unafraid of hard labor. God. Damn. Obviously mistaking her silence for fear, he stopped a few feet short of her and held the umbrella out for her to take. At this point, it was useless, but Riley still accepted.
“I’m Tristan.” Oh, it so wasn’t right that his name was freaking sexy too, and she looked like a drowned rat at the moment.
She held her hand out. “Riley Henderson,” she said, finally managing to find her voice. Dropping his gaze, Tristan didn’t accept. His eyes darted away. Taking note of the black gunk covering her palm, Riley swiped it down the front of her shirt almost groaning aloud when the black streak appeared in its wake. The dumbass move reminded her of an important fact. Her shirt was white. It was soaked. The headlights on his truck weren’t the only things shining.

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Hope for Sale

12/9/2014

 
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For a limited time only (Dec 12-19th) A Splash of Hope is on sale for only $0.99 in celebration of my new release, A Dash of Desire.

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – A Splash of Hope

SERIES – Spiced Life Book 1

AUTHOR – Charity Parkerson

GENRE – Romantic Suspense

PUBLICATION DATE – 12/13/13

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 228 pages

PUBLISHER – Punk & Sissy Publications

COVER ARTIST – Punk & Sissy Publications


BOOK SYNOPSIS

Two years ago, Faith Hope left her hometown vowing never to return. When her sister leaves the town’s hottest bachelor standing at the altar and disappears, Faith is forced to face her past in order to find her. 
With a little bit of luck, some devious planning, and a splash of hope Faith may get her happily-ever-after... whether she wants it or not.


BUY & TBR LINKS

AMAZON KINDLE US – http://www.amazon.com/Splash-Hope-Spiced-Life-Book-ebook/dp/B009HD1FSC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1416198226&sr=8-1&keywords=A+Splash+of+Hope+by+Charity+Parkerson   

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AMAZON KINDLE UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Splash-Hope-Charity-Parkerson-ebook/dp/B009HD1FSC/ref=sr_1_38?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1408838768&sr=1-38&keywords=charity+parkerson

AMAZON PAPERBACK – http://www.amazon.com/A-Splash-Hope-Charity-Parkerson/dp/1479396109/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1416198226&sr=8-1

BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-splash-of-hope-charity-parkerson/1113051329?ean=9781479396108

GOODREADS – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18112964-a-splash-of-hope

SHELFARI –  http://www.shelfari.com/books/31818788/A-Splash-of-Hope

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EXCERPT

Her feet hurt, and she’d moved beyond stickiness from the heat over two hours earlier. Faith was also sick beyond tears at knocking on doors no one bothered answering. At the thought of being forced to stand even one second longer in the blazing sun, Faith beat her fist harder against the solid oak door. It was standing in between her and Adam. That was unacceptable. She waited a moment longer. When she thought she’d throw her arms up in defeat, the door swung open. A disgruntled-looking Adam stared out at her. Faith let her eyes travel the length of him. His hair stood on end and his shirtless state threatened to make her swallow her tongue. His chest and stomach appeared as if they’d been carved from stone. The baggy gray shorts he wore, might have at one time been sweatpants. That is, before someone took a pair of scissors to them. They were more appealing than the most expensive of suits. Holy shit. She had to tear her eyes away. Not hers.

Faith was almost certain she’d pulled Adam away from his workout by her incessant knocking. Unfortunately, he was so goddamn yummy she forgot why she was there. She was staring at the line of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband until he cleared his throat. Damn it. She thought she’d already forced her eyes away. Nope. She was still gazing at the deep lines etched into his stomach. Lifting her gaze back to his, Adam’s eyebrows rose in question, but his smoke-colored eyes distracted her once more.

“I’m assuming this has something to do with Serenity,” he said, when she remained silent.

Oh yes, Serenity, Faith reminded herself. She was here about the sister who’d snagged him.

AUTHOR BIO

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.

*2014 Golden Ankh nominee
*Winner of 2, 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath


AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS

Amazon Author Page –  amazon.com/author/charityparkerson

Website/Blog – http://www.charityparkerson.com

Facebook –  http://www.facebook.com/authorCharityParkerson

Twitter –  http://www.twitter.com/charityparkerso

Google+ - google.com/+CharityParkersonAuthor

Pinterest – http://www.pinterest.com/authorparkerson/

Tumblr – http://thesinnerauthor.tumblr.com/

Networked Blogs – http://www.networkedblogs.com/blog/the-sinners-series

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4506281.Charity_Parkerson

Shelfari – http://www.shelfari.com/authors/a2942626/Charity-Parkerson/

Others – http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/OurAuthors/CharityParkerson.html

https://www.ellorascave.com/author/charity-parkerson

http://passionateink.org/forum/index.php?showuser=2945

After A Splash of Hope, don't forget to snag the second book in the Series, A Dash of Desire

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Ugly eternity

12/3/2014

 
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By day, Cade works as a mechanic. By night, he’s the drummer for a popular nightclub band. Music has always been his greatest love and biggest dream. That is, until Cade meets Dylan.
For Dylan, working as head bartender for Club Khronos is the ultimate job opportunity. There’s no way he could’ve foreseen how torturous the position would become. Six months of craving Cade has driven Dylan insane. No matter what he tries, Dylan can’t get a clear read on Cade. When Cade does finally make his move, Dylan realizes a fate worse than never having the man of his dreams—being kept a secret. 

--Warning: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

Copyright © 2014 Charity Parkerson


Excerpt: All Rights Reserved


“You still have nine minutes and forty-five seconds left.”
Dylan snorted. “That’s a rather specific amount of time.”
“Eight minutes and fifty seconds now.” Yep. He heard himself, but Cade couldn’t stop. The slight twisting of Dylan’s lips was the only indication he was biting back a laugh. He clasped his hands behind his back.
“All right. We can wait.” Cade was wrong—the laughter was in Dylan’s tone as well. “That is, unless you’d rather leave. I’m usually the one who stays late. I think I’m good to cut out a bit early this one time.”
The final word barely left Dylan’s lips before Cade was ushering him out the back. The cool night air brushed his skin as the metal door slammed closed behind them.
“I’m parked over there,” Cade said, pointing out his car. Dylan didn’t miss a step as he headed toward the black ’68 Chevelle SS. “You’re not even going to ask where we’re going, are you?” Cade couldn’t hide the pride in his voice. Dylan made him feel… wanted. He didn’t know how else to describe it.
“Don’t care,” Dylan answered without breaking stride.
“You should,” Cade said before he could stop himself. “I intend to fuck you.”
Dylan spun, causing Cade to draw up short. He caught a flash of determination crossing Dylan’s face before the man pounced. Delicious lips collided with his. They were relentless. Cade’s bottom lip stung as Dylan’s teeth sank into it and tugged. When he gasped, Dylan opened his mouth over his, swallowing the sound, and swiping the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Cade tried chasing after him, but Dylan was too quick. He swiped the inside of his cheek before disappearing and sucking on his lip once more. A moan rose in Cade’s throat. His cock wept.
Dylan’s palms landed on either side of his face, controlling their kiss. All Cade could do was cling to the man’s hips. When he thought he’d scream in frustration, Dylan finally gave in, brushing his tongue boldly across Cade’s. Holy hell. He had a stud in his tongue. Cade thought he might come in his jeans at the thought alone. By the time Dylan pulled away, Cade was panting. Dylan swiped his thumb along Cade’s bottom lip, his eyes followed the motion, holding Cade captivated.

“If you’re going to fuck me, I wish you’d get on with it already.” Dylan’s gaze met his, leaving Cade speechless in the face of his open desire. “Because I’ve already had you a thousand different ways in my mind, and I’m damn tired of waiting.”


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