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I’m not a saint. Never claimed to be. I’ve played the game and scored my fair share—both on and off the field. This is why I should have known better than to fall for a hockey player. But I did. I fell fast and hard.
Now I’m left with the painful consequences, reminded every day of how reckless I had been by giving him my heart so easily—so willingly. Dalt broke me in the cruelest of ways, and because of him I’ll never be able to love again.
Nikki changed me. She made me want to be a better man. My days playing off the field were over because she owned every little piece of my heart…until she left, leaving behind a gnawing ache where my heart used to be.
Now she’s back, and it’s painfully clear she hates me, ignoring me, pretending like I’m nobody to her. But that’s just too damn bad. I want answers. I want a goddamn explanation.
And most of all…I want her.
Read an Excerpt:
Pacing the floor in my bedroom, still wrapped in my towel, the ever-present ache for him thrums through me, pummeling my common sense into submission. The devil and angel sides of my subconscious clash. The devil’s tempting need swirls and whispers to me, You can’t go on like this, especially not now when he’s ten feet away from you and naked in the shower. The angel argues, There’s so much more you want from Dalt than the incredible multi-orgasmic sex. She’s a very liberated angel. The devil snaps back, You can’t have it. He’s already promised those things to someone else.
Argh. I can’t deal with this inner conflict any longer. It’s making me crazy.
Take what you can get, the devil taunts. Use him to fulfill your need just as he used you and then move on. I don’t give Miss Goody Two Shoes time to respond. I jump in Mr. Id’s corner and decide I can play pump and dump just as well as Dalt can. Jesus. I may have taken one too many psychology classes for my own good. Whatever. I can do this, use him and toss him away. This time I’m going to be the one in control. I’m going to f*** him right out of my universe and walk away.
About the Author:
As a lover of the northeast US, Elizabeth moved with her husband to the Poconos several years ago to open a Chiropractic Clinic. Four children and a menagerie of animals later, she has finally found time to fulfill her lifelong dream of writing novels. The wild ride of writing books is one of the most difficult things she’s ever done in her life. But the opportunity to get her stories out of her head and down on paper and send them out into the world is also one of the most wonderful things she’s ever done. A dreamer at heart, romance is the genre she spends most of her time writing and reading into the wee hours of the morning. And having readers fall in love with her characters as much as she does is almost as exciting as giving birth (just not as painful!) When not juggling work responsibilities and writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, hiking the beautiful hills and woods around her home, swimming, knitting, watching old classic movies and travelling.
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