Excerpt from Craving: Forbidden by A.J. Norris #amreadingromance #giveaway

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While on the run, mob enforcer, Earl Pirelli meets an angel. At least he thought he had until learning the truth about Daisy. She’s the daughter of his rival, sent to track him down. Will she lead him to his death or prove that guys like him can have a happily ever after?

Excerpt from Made by A.J. Norris

Uh!

A warm hand clamped over her mouth and an arm went around her waist from behind.

“Don’t move,” Elmo growled in her ear, yanking her backward so she was pressed against his body. “Who are you?”

“No one,” she said, but with his hand covering her mouth the words sounded muffled. Her heart pounded.

“I don’t believe you.” Elmo marched her into the villa and sat her in the living room chair. “Stay put.” He closed and locked the doors, then sat on the ottoman parked in front of her. “I’m going to ask you again. Who are you? And don’t lie to me, because I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”

“Daisy. I wasn’t lying about that.”Guys like me don_t get ahappily ever after.”

“Why are you sneaking around in the dark?” He narrowed his stare. “Who’s paying you?”

“No one. I was curious about you.” Well, that was half true.

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Y-Yes. It’s the truth.” She buried her face in her hands.

“What’s the job?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was worried about you.”

He exhaled and glanced at the ceiling. “Have you told them anything?”

“Told who what?”

“Where I am. Kilpatrick’s men. How long have you been watching me?”

“I haven’t been watching you, I swear it. I came by to tell you that you left your flip-flops at the bar.” She said the first thing that popped into her head.

“Okay, so you thought sneaking up on me at night to tell me this was a good idea?”

“Not anymore.”

“Well, all right, you’re here now, so give me the shoes.” She bit her bottom lip. “Um…”

“You don’t have them, do you? What’s the real reason you’re here?” Elmo smoothed his hair back with his fingers, groaning under his breath. He mumbled something that sounded like why did you have to be so beautiful?

“What did you say?”

“My father always told me a beautiful woman would lead to my death one day.”

He thinks I’m beautiful? This was probably not the most important part of that sentence. Except it was all she was focusing on at the moment.

“So why are you here if it’s not the shoes or a job?”

What was she supposed to say? Hey, I just wanted to know more about you before I signed your death certificate. Not stalking you or anything. “I forgot them?” she eked out.

“Is that a question?”

“No?” She squirmed in her seat.

He snort-chuckled without humor. “Your cover story isn’t well thought out, is it?”

“It’s not a story, I swea—”

“Yeah, I got it, you swear. Listen, can you at least give me a head start?”

“I’m telling you the truth on my mother’s life.” Okay, blatant lie. Sorry, Mom. Her mother passed away two years ago.

“Well, in that case…how long she been dead?”

“She’s not. I wanted to see you, all right?”

“Why? What turned you on, was it my excessive drinking?”

Daisy smiled. “You’re not drunk now. I thought you looked sad when I found you on the beach and I wondered why. Maybe I can cheer—”

“Believe me, Daisy, I’m not someone you need to be cheering up. You don’t know me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and left shoulder.

“I can help you with that.” She stood and inched out from between the chair and ottoman.

“Hey. What’re you doing?” His body tensed when she placed her hands on his shoulders from behind and started massaging.

“Oh, God, that feels…” he breathed. He grabbed one of her wrists. “This isn’t a good—”

“Shhh. It’s only a massage.” What was she doing? There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea. In fact, she couldn’t think of one good reason it wasn’t. If she lay with him one or both of them would end up shot in the head. And she wasn’t so sure if she would die by his hand or one of Kilpatrick’s goons.

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#TeaserTuesday Excerpt from Craving: Christmas

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There was a soft knock at his bedroom door. Through a fog of sleepiness, Ryan said, “It’s unlocked.” When the door opened, he sat partially up in bed, leaning on one elbow. Angela stood in the doorway, wearing the same white t-shirt he’d given her the night before. Was she wearing panties underneath? Sweet Jesus…what would Denise do? Move on if she was him—that’s what.

He was moving on.

Slowly.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

His body stirred as the light from the hallway silhouetted her curves, filtering through her thin white shirt.

Okay, maybe not that slowly, but was he ready for this? For her? “Yeah.” His voice cracked.

“I don’t think I can sleep without someone next to me.”

She wanted to share his bed? With him in it? Man, it had been so long since he even remotely thought about doing this. “I got you. Come in.” Do I? He patted the bed next to him.

Angela slipped into his room, moving toward his side of the bed. He scooted over, giving her enough room to lay down, but he stayed close. She settled under the blanket, her body heat warming him. With her back to his front, he took in the scent of his shampoo on her hair. He jerked his hips away, remembering that he was hard.

“Can you put your arm around me?”

Uhhh… “Do you want me to?” His voice cracked again. Smooth.

She snort-giggled. “That is why I asked.”

“I’m, uhhh—”

“You’re uhhh what?”

He draped his arm over her waist. Except with the amount of distance he’d left between them, only his wrist and hand reached. Angela inched backward into him. Her spectacular ass pressed against him. Ryan groaned.

She gasped in a teasing tone. “Now I know what the ‘what’ is. You’re hard.”

“Sorry, probably not what you need righ—”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s flattering.” She rolled over and faced him.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.”

“And what would that be? You’re attracted to me, right?”

“Um,” he swallowed hard, “we only met yesterday.”

“So? What does that have to do with whether you’re attracted to me?” Her hand cupped his face. He closed his eyes, liking her touch—surprised at how good it felt.

“You’re leaving soon.”

“Stop. What do therapists call it when you change the subject to avoid talking about it?”

“I’m not deflecting, I’m being realistic.”

“Well, stop it. And all I asked was if I could sleep next to you. The operative word being ‘sleep.’”

“I’m a cop, hard for me to not be realistic.” She stroked his cheek. His hips rocked forward. “You have to stop doing that,” he whispered.

“Doing what?” She passed her thumb over his lips. He slid his hand up her spine, pulling her flush to his body.

“Trying to seduce me.”

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Five On Friday: Interview with Author A.J. Norris

RECEIVE A FREE EBOOK, CRAVING- MAYHEM (4)Crave author A.J. Norris joins us today for a quick 5 questions interview. You can check out her stories in some our Craving anthologies. (Craving: Bad myBook.to/CravingBad, Craving: Secrets myBook.to/CravingSecrets, and Craving: Christmas https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077J7QVZS/. All available for .99¢ each.

  1. Do you consider being a writer a gift or a curse?

My answer depends on the day. Some days it’s a curse because I have so many stories to tell but not enough time to write them. I want to write all the books, but I also work full-time and have a family that I can’t neglect too much or they get testy. LOL

Other days it’s a gift to be a writer. I love creating worlds and driving my characters crazy.

2. Which one of your characters is your favorite and why?

Tough question. All of them. No, I’d have to say Detective Harry Hunter from my Tattoo Crimes Series. He’s a two-fisted coffee drinking, lovable grump. Even though he’s 55, he still gets it on. 😉

3. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever received?

Shut up. Sit down. Write.

4. What’s one of the craziest things that has ever happened to you?

Don’t judge me. 😉 When I was in my twenties I was leaving work and got pulled over for suspected DUI. However, I had not had a drop of alcohol, but was playing with my CD player (that’s how long ago this was. LOL). The cop came up to my window and asked if I knew why he was pulling me over. I, of course, told him no, except then it occurred to me that I may have been driving slow due to fixing my music. I swear the officer was embarrassed that he even pulled me over. In the end, no ticket, no arrest.

5. What’s the best compliment you have ever received about your writing?

The best compliment is when someone buys one of my books and leaves a review. And whether the review is good or bad, it doesn’t matter because someone took the time to read the words that I wrote. ❤

To learn more about A.J., visit her website at: www.ajnorrisauthor.com