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FROZEN (Book 3)
Author Ursula Sinclair
Genre New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Publication Date November 30, 2016
Publisher Isisindc Publishng , LLC
Blurb
A perfect moment can
change it all.
Lani
Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what
you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been
me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge
myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me and I was
weeks away from taking my final vows. Then something happened, I met someone and
suddenly I questioned everything.
Rom
I’ve always lived my life on my terms.
Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell,
I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah,
I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter
which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then
something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment.
Only to find out I could never have her.
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Chapter 1 Excerpt
“Thank you again for coming, Lani,” Corrine said, giving me a quick
hug.
“Yes,” Lara added, kissing my cheek. “Thank you. Love you. Feel
better.” She squeezed my arm.
“I will. Love you too.”
“Want me to help you get a cab?” Lara asked
“No, I’ll just call one.”
“Okay. Text me once you get home,” Lara said.
I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure.” It’s not like I lived alone. I
hadn’t moved out of our parent’s house yet. I wouldn’t until I took my
novitiate vows in a month, but I worked everyday and went to church every other
day. Only returning to our parent’s house in time for dinner and to sleep.
I made my way to the elevator while my sister and her companions
went in the other direction to one of the rooms for the strip show. Part of me
was a little curious and wanted to see one, but the other more practical part
of me knew I shouldn’t. Having a drink in a bar was one thing, watching the
strip show, well something else entirely. Besides, the world seemed a little
tilted. I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the side to right
myself. I’d just pressed the button for the first floor when someone stepped
on. My head ached so much I couldn’t even glance up to see who I shared the
ride with. I stared at the floor and could see the dark shoes and pants legs,
the size hinted at a man.
The door closed, the elevator dropped and my body swayed but I
didn’t fall.
The man who now stood behind me said, “Whoa!” He held onto my
waist as though to steady me.
“Tha—thank—y…” Something was wrong with my voice. My words didn’t
come out right. How much did I have to drink? The elevator door opened and I
took a step forward to get out when the entire floor spun up to meet my face,
but strong hands held onto me.
“I got ya.”
“Everything okay?”
A male’s voice asked, one I didn’t recognize.
“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little too much to drink.”
I didn’t recognize the one who answered either. “Na…” I wanted to
protest, but the arms holding me up were the only reason I could walk forward.
I leaned against his strength, depending on it.
I felt myself being placed in the back of a car. The scent of smoke
and stale air made me want to puke. “Cab,” I muttered.
“Yeah, cab.”
Hands reached across my lap to snap my seatbelt, pausing to stroke
my breasts. Wrong this was all wrong. “Nooooooo!” I cried out.
Author Ursula Sinclair
Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego for LaVerne Thompson an
award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a
writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves
creating worlds within our world. Under Ursula Sinclair she writes romantic
suspense and new adult romance with complicated relationships.
She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on
several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain
her sanity.
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