Looking for Review for Contemporary Romance (short excerpt included in post)
Apr 24, 2020 0:23:55 GMT -7
Post by md on Apr 24, 2020 0:23:55 GMT -7
I am looking for an honest review in exchange for a kindle copy of Love Me, Trust Me.
www.amazon.com/dp/B087KJCLGJ/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=Marie+Dry&qid=1587712788&s=digital-text&sr=1-2
BLURB
Five years ago, when Rafe demanded a paternity test, Lindi was devastated.
When the test came back negative and Rafe believed science over her word, Lindi realized the man she’d loved with all of her heart had never loved her.
Now Rafe is back in her life, he claimed he still wanted her, but he still refused to admit her twin boys were his.
EXCERPT
Chapter One
Rafe threw down his phone on the desk and went to stand in front of the window.
“Ashole,” he said out loud and smirked at his thick Mott Haven accent. Most people he dealt with didn’t even know the dump where he grew up existed. And even if they did, the place wasn’t close to the hellhole today that it had been thirty years ago.
He found perverse pleasure in exaggerating it when he spoke to idiots who judged his intelligence on his accent and former profession. He couldn’t figure out why some of the people he dealt with thought basketball player equaled stupid. He shrugged. It worked to his advantage.
He’d spent the last five years working his ass off to prove himself, to get the bank up and running. And still they wanted him to jump through hoops to prove himself. To some of these people, he’d always be a basketball player from the slums. No matter how successful he became. He fisted his hands and then deliberately relaxed them.
Something crawled down Rafe’s spine, that feeling described as someone walking over your grave. The fine hairs on his body stood on end, as if a primal part of him sensed a presence. He turned and for one moment he wondered if he’d been transported into the twilight zone. Two pairs of identical, hostile, blue eyes stared at him. If he’d been sitting, his desk would’ve hid their faces from the nose down.
They looked oddly familiar. He didn’t know children, but he judged them to be about three or four years old and they would’ve been identical except that one of them had a slight upward slant to his eyes.
Something about those blue eyes, that contrasted strikingly with their dark skin tone, tugged at his memory. Their gazes burned with such intelligence, they glowed like diamonds shining in sunlight. They also blazed sheer hatred at him. That emotion sat wrong on the little faces. It was obscene for such young children to know such a harsh emotion.
“Please, you have to believe me, Rafe, these are your children I’m carrying.” The memory came out of nowhere, hitting him like a one-two punch. Why would that voice from the past haunt him today? Rafe pushed that thought down with the same ruthless determination he’d used to rebuild his life five years ago.
He sat down in his chair and smiled at them. “You guys could make money in the intimidation business. I might have a job for you when you grow up.” He’d point them at the asshole with the plummy accent who’d just tried to intimidate him. After facing gangs and drug dealers and domestic violence that killed your soul, few things scared or intimidated him.
They didn’t react, just continued to stare at him and he suspected they knew very well how intimidating they were. Unfortunately, they’d chosen the wrong victim. The silence lengthened until the kids exchanged a meaningful look.
“We learned lawyers,” the one on the left said at last. In a tone he probably thought was threatening. Well, actually it was, even coming from such a small person. Those identical blue gazes had The Shining going on big time.
“That’s interesting.” He didn’t know much about kids, but weren’t they supposed to ask you for candy or cry for their parents? These two looked like they could kill him and ensure that no one ever found the body. Again he marveled at the intelligence that shone in those eyes. He shrugged off that foolish thought. They were only kids, almost babies. “Are your parents working in this building?” He’d never had any occasion to interact with his employees’ children. He owned the building, but four of the twelve floors were hired by lawyers, accountants, and other businesses.
“We learnt sewing,” the talkative twin on the left continued, ignoring the reference to their parents.
“Sewing?” Rafe leaned back in his black leather chair and folded his arms across his chest, suppressing his amusement. He’d send his PA, Abbey, to look for their parents in a moment, when this conversation wasn’t strangely amusing anymore.
The silent one bumped the talkative one and mumbled something.
“S-u-i-n-g,” the child spelled out as if he spoke to a moron. Rafe had to grind his teeth together not to laugh. “We are sewing you and you will pay us.
www.amazon.com/dp/B087KJCLGJ/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=Marie+Dry&qid=1587712788&s=digital-text&sr=1-2
BLURB
Five years ago, when Rafe demanded a paternity test, Lindi was devastated.
When the test came back negative and Rafe believed science over her word, Lindi realized the man she’d loved with all of her heart had never loved her.
Now Rafe is back in her life, he claimed he still wanted her, but he still refused to admit her twin boys were his.
EXCERPT
Chapter One
Rafe threw down his phone on the desk and went to stand in front of the window.
“Ashole,” he said out loud and smirked at his thick Mott Haven accent. Most people he dealt with didn’t even know the dump where he grew up existed. And even if they did, the place wasn’t close to the hellhole today that it had been thirty years ago.
He found perverse pleasure in exaggerating it when he spoke to idiots who judged his intelligence on his accent and former profession. He couldn’t figure out why some of the people he dealt with thought basketball player equaled stupid. He shrugged. It worked to his advantage.
He’d spent the last five years working his ass off to prove himself, to get the bank up and running. And still they wanted him to jump through hoops to prove himself. To some of these people, he’d always be a basketball player from the slums. No matter how successful he became. He fisted his hands and then deliberately relaxed them.
Something crawled down Rafe’s spine, that feeling described as someone walking over your grave. The fine hairs on his body stood on end, as if a primal part of him sensed a presence. He turned and for one moment he wondered if he’d been transported into the twilight zone. Two pairs of identical, hostile, blue eyes stared at him. If he’d been sitting, his desk would’ve hid their faces from the nose down.
They looked oddly familiar. He didn’t know children, but he judged them to be about three or four years old and they would’ve been identical except that one of them had a slight upward slant to his eyes.
Something about those blue eyes, that contrasted strikingly with their dark skin tone, tugged at his memory. Their gazes burned with such intelligence, they glowed like diamonds shining in sunlight. They also blazed sheer hatred at him. That emotion sat wrong on the little faces. It was obscene for such young children to know such a harsh emotion.
“Please, you have to believe me, Rafe, these are your children I’m carrying.” The memory came out of nowhere, hitting him like a one-two punch. Why would that voice from the past haunt him today? Rafe pushed that thought down with the same ruthless determination he’d used to rebuild his life five years ago.
He sat down in his chair and smiled at them. “You guys could make money in the intimidation business. I might have a job for you when you grow up.” He’d point them at the asshole with the plummy accent who’d just tried to intimidate him. After facing gangs and drug dealers and domestic violence that killed your soul, few things scared or intimidated him.
They didn’t react, just continued to stare at him and he suspected they knew very well how intimidating they were. Unfortunately, they’d chosen the wrong victim. The silence lengthened until the kids exchanged a meaningful look.
“We learned lawyers,” the one on the left said at last. In a tone he probably thought was threatening. Well, actually it was, even coming from such a small person. Those identical blue gazes had The Shining going on big time.
“That’s interesting.” He didn’t know much about kids, but weren’t they supposed to ask you for candy or cry for their parents? These two looked like they could kill him and ensure that no one ever found the body. Again he marveled at the intelligence that shone in those eyes. He shrugged off that foolish thought. They were only kids, almost babies. “Are your parents working in this building?” He’d never had any occasion to interact with his employees’ children. He owned the building, but four of the twelve floors were hired by lawyers, accountants, and other businesses.
“We learnt sewing,” the talkative twin on the left continued, ignoring the reference to their parents.
“Sewing?” Rafe leaned back in his black leather chair and folded his arms across his chest, suppressing his amusement. He’d send his PA, Abbey, to look for their parents in a moment, when this conversation wasn’t strangely amusing anymore.
The silent one bumped the talkative one and mumbled something.
“S-u-i-n-g,” the child spelled out as if he spoke to a moron. Rafe had to grind his teeth together not to laugh. “We are sewing you and you will pay us.