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Author bio: Jennifer Dawson Jennifer Dawson grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying. To this day she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty years later they’re married living in a suburb right outside of Chicago with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. Despite going through a light FM, poem writing phase in high school, Jennifer never grew up wanting to be a writer (she had more practical aspirations of being an international super spy). Then one day, suffering from boredom and disgruntled with a book she’d been reading, she decided to put pen to paper. The rest, as they say, is history. These days Jennifer can be found sitting behind her computer writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an ever watchful eye on her ever growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her Crave Blurb: I vow. I crave. I give in. I used to be a nice, normal girl. I had dreams. Good, happy dreams of white picket fences, 2.5 kids, and a fairytale love that lasts forever. Nobody warned me the prince dies three weeks before the wedding. Like any addict, I swear this time is the last…. Now, I go through my days, a shadow of my former self. I pretend I’m okay, and the people in my life pretend to believe me. But, sometimes, when I can no longer stand the craving my dead fiancée left behind, I roam an underground sex club looking for my next hit. It’s dirty and wrong, but I can’t stop, and my only line of defense between them and me, is the rules I’ve designed to keep me safe. With free, no-strings attached sex; men always abide by my rules. Until I meet him. And, like any addict, I’m wrong. I don’t question the instincts that tell me to run. One look at him, standing there, power radiating off him in waves, tells me all I need to know. He will make me forget. And that’s not an option Newsletter Sign-up: Get the latest release new, sneak peeks and exclusive information by signing up for our monthly Newsletter
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Teaser Quotes
No leather or latex. I'm not into bondage. Chains and rope do nothing but leave me cold. Once upon a time I loved to be restrained by fingers wrapped tight around my wrists, digging into my skin, but now I can’t handle even a hint of being bound. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And, then I see him. My heart slams into my chest, my pulse kicks up, something akin to panic rushes across my skin. He’s staring right at me. My throat dries up like the sierra and every cell in my body knows he’s the one. I want him. More than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The scream leaves my throat, echoing on the walls of my bedroom, as I start awake. I jerk to a sitting position, sucking in great lungfuls of air. Drenched in sweat, I press my palm to my pounding heart, the beat so rapid it feels as though it might burst from my chest. I had the dream again. Not a dream— dreams are good and full of hope— no, a nightmare. The same nightmare I've had over and over for the last eighteen months. An endless, gut-wrenching loop that fills my sleep and leaves my days unsettled. I miss good dreams. Miss waking up rejuvenated. But most of all, I miss feeling safe. I'd taken those things for granted and paid the price. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tonight, unlike others when I'm in full denial mode, I ignore everything in my real life with the ease of shedding my trench coat that I hand to a girl behind the counter. A goth girl with black lipstick, equally dark hair, and tattooed sleeves running the length of her thin arms, left bare by a black leather bustier. Once upon a time this girl would have seemed like an alien she was so far outside the realm of my white picket fence life, but now, she's as familiar as my own reflection. She juts her chin toward the long, narrow stairway leading to the underground club. "Good crowd for a Thursday." I give her a small smile and begin my descent. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His hand is warm, almost hot. Big and strong and oh so capable. The veins weave an intricate path under his skin and I long to trace them, to know him. His fingers are long, his nails blunt and clean. He has the kind of hands that makes a girl feel safe. It makes me all the more vulnerable as I desperately miss feeling safe. My own fingers twitch, I want to take hold and never let go…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Out of nowhere, surprising me as nothing else about this night has, a smile twitches at my lips. A real, genuine, spontaneous smile that hasn’t graced my face since John died. I clear my throat, as a small bubble of laughter fills my chest. I cough it down. It unnerves me, frightens me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The desire to give him what he wants fills me like an ever expanding balloon. I grow tight with the need to burst. I close my eyes, breathing into the phone. If I answer, I instinctively know all bets are off. Acknowledging without words my rules no longer matter. That I’m in this, and he has power over me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once again, I'm sitting on Dr. Sorenson's couch, trying to recapture some sense of equilibrium. I swallow hard as she sits across from me, looking ever so patient. The silence is growing, becoming uncomfortable as she waits me out. Absently, I wonder if shrinks take some sort of class in waiting. She must have because she's a master at it. Unable to resist any longer, I blurt out, "I've had two panic attacks in the last week." Did you really think I was going to give up that easy?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't know you." I pause and weigh my answer carefully. "But you seem like the kind of guy who doesn't waste your time." "Layla, you might be a pain in the ass, but you're not a waste of time." A smile tugs at my lips before I'm able to help myself. "What is wrong with you?" "Nothing at all," his voice drops. "I like a good challenge and I'm not about to skip out before we've had the chance to do battle." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His thumb presses into the curve of my jaw, forcing my head and my gaze to meet his. When I finally look at him, his expression is deadly serious, holding not even a trace of lightness or amusement. “Because there's something between us I can't ignore and neither can you……” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tour Giveaway: 1 US Winner will receive gift basket that contains a signed copy of CRAVE Prize package contains: Decorative reusable storage trunk Signed copy of CRAVE $25 Barnes & Noble Gift Card 4 Premium Chocolate Truffles Argan Oil Sugar Scrub w/shower scrunchie Pink & black Pillar Candle Black & Pink Chalk Board Flower Pot Hanging chalk board Candle Holder with pink sparkly battery votive
3 INT/US winners will receive an e-Copy of CRAVE
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