Release Day for Romantic Suspense ALICIA'S POSSESSION!

“A great story. It's got everything—sex, crime, cops, more sex, a twisted mystery, knot tying, and a superb denouement.” Chuck Hustmyre, screenwriter and bestselling author of THE AXMAN OF NEW ORLEANS

Haunted by a traumatic accident and her husband’s betrayal, Alicia believes she can never trust again. Now she must surrender her will to Mason if she wants to find out if the bizarre events terrorizing her are the work of the paranormal, her own paranoia, or something far more sinister.

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Good morning, dear readers! Here is my latest release - jumping genres with a romantic suspense thriller! Also, I have stretched myself as an author by entering the world of Dominance and submission and a little light bondage - eeek!  I hope you will enjoy this new literary adventure with me! (I'll let you in on a secret: My work in progress is another romantic suspense - but no bondage or Dominance in this one...)

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~Colette   
All My Tomorrows



UPDATE: The winner of the eBook as selected by Random.org is Cherie Lord!  Congratulations!  If you didn't win, never fear! It is available almost everywhere eBooks are sold  I can even personally inscribe any of these formats of eBooks personally to you through the magic of Autography!
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About Alicia's Possession


After recovering from a freak car crash that put her in a coma for two months and left her with no memory of the accident, wealthy socialite Alicia Pageant becomes convinced there is a connection between the seemingly mysterious disappearance of her neighbor and a series of bizarre occurrences inside her own house; but everyone—including the detective investigating the neighbor’s disappearance—thinks the woman’s head injury has left her unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.

When Detective Mason Crawley is called out to investigate this “suspicious incident,” Alicia’s palpable sadness and vulnerability awaken his instinct to protect her and lead her into the light; but as her story begins to unravel, each new piece of information creates more questions than it answers. He begins to wonder if the woman he is falling in love with is a witness to a cleverly-concealed crime, dangerously delusional, or a murderer.

(Contains light bondage and elements of Dominance and submission.)

Excerpt

 

“What do you want?” she asked. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
Mason gripped her upper arms, forcing her eyes to meet his. He knew he’d made a mistake the moment her warmth bled through the silk of her robe and into his palms, sending a ripple of sensation up his arms and down his body. "Why did you lie about knowing Judith?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly but not in the terse tone he used to intimidate a witness. No, she might not recognize it, but he could hear his lust cradling each syllable.
She squeezed her eyes tight as if to prevent her tears’ escape, but instead it forced them down her cheeks. “I wasn’t lying. I don’t know her. I don’t remember her. I don’t remember anything.”
He lifted one hand from her arm and brushed the tears from her cheek with his thumb before running it across her bottom lip. Her eyes remained closed, and his chest rose and fell in rhythm with hers. He leaned in close enough to inhale her breath.
“Don’t,” she said without force.
He shuffled his feet forward the few inches required for his body to brush against her breasts. “How can you not remember?”
“Th-the accident.”
He brought his mouth down, barely touching hers, his tongue tasting the salt of tears on her lips—those lips he had wanted to kiss from the first moment they’d met.
“Please,” she said on a puff of air and tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his hold on her arm.
“Please what?”
“Please…don’t kiss me.”
“I think you want me to kiss you.” When she said nothing in protest, he pressed his lips to hers and gently pulled first her top, then her bottom lip into his mouth. He held her chin between his thumb and fist to lift her face.
Tears still streamed down her cheeks, but she opened her eyes and shook her head. “I…I can’t do this.”
Mason trailed his finger down her throat to the opening of her robe, stopping just over her heart, and she trembled with a hitch in her breath.
“What do you mean you didn’t remember her because of the accident?”
“I have…gaps, memory loss.” Her tears had begun to wane.
“I’m going to kiss you again.”
“No,” she whispered when his mouth hovered mere millimeters over hers. He dropped his hand from her arm to the small of her back and pulled her against him, and she gasped at the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. “I’m not ready for this.”
“Because of your injury?”
“Because of the infidelity. My husband. He hurt me.” Her words pinched his heart and he nodded. “I can’t be with a man—any man. I can’t trust anyone. I don’t even trust myself to have the sense or judgment to know who can be trusted. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust anyone again.”
Mason laid a soft kiss on her mouth, tugging her bottom lip gently between his teeth. He lifted his face just enough to look at her. In time, he could teach her to trust again, at least to trust him, but it would take patience—and perseverance. He thought she might be worth the effort.
“If you want me to stop,” he told her, “if you really mean it, say ‘apple.’”
Alicia furrowed her brow and blinked before meeting his stare directly. “But I told you to stop.”
“Yes, but you didn’t mean it.” The color rushing into her cheeks proved him right. “I will only stop if you say ‘apple.’ Understand?”
She responded with a single, slow nod, never taking her eyes off him. When he covered her mouth with his, he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened for him. He wrapped both arms around her then, holding her tight, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. As his tongue swirled inside her mouth, she leaned against him and released a low, moaning sigh. He allowed the kiss to continue and to deepen, in part because he wanted to prevent her from using the safety word, but primarily because he didn’t want to relinquish her delicious mouth. Although he would never call himself a connoisseur, he could detect the subtle notes of cherry, chocolate, and plum from the wine on her tongue.


Comments

  1. I would love this book! But I don't want to post my email... can I just check back?

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  2. Sounds very interesting! Cherielord@me.com

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  3. Sounds really good!
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  4. sounds yummy!!! Crystalcha@hotmail.com WTG!!! wishing you much much success my friend!

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  5. Can't wait to read! So excited for you! And jealous I'm not in New York!

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