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Pool of Souls Book Two
Addison Connelly has given up on men. She is disappointed yet again when her best friend tries to play matchmaker, and the match falls flat…or does it? Her friend knows all Addison needs is a chance, a little hope, and maybe a dropkick in the right direction. With an extra push from Aphrodite, will this lonely soul learn to trust again? Or will she run from the only man who could make her happy?
Adrian Colter, Nashville Police Detective and certifiable bachelor, puts his foot in his mouth in a big way when his roommate’s fiancé tries to match him up with her best friend. After making a horrible first impression, can he earn the trust of a woman who won’t speak a civil word to him?
Adrian isn’t the only one trying to earn the trust of a beautiful woman. While Ares fights to rebuild the trust he lost thousands of years ago with the Goddess of Love, his parents do what they do best —show off their greed and selfishness. Will he find the hope and forgiveness he so desperate seeks or will his parents destroy his chance at happiness?
Warning: The plot thickens with a passel of pissed off Olympians, but Ares and Aphrodite are in for a double dose of trouble! More Olympians join the mix in Finding Hope: Pool of Souls Book 2. A jewel addict, a kick-ass possibly-virgin huntress, and an insatiable ancient oracle are just a few. But don’t worry; Ares and Aphrodite are still front and center.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 10, 2013
Publisher: Krystal Shannan
Addison looked down at her bag and then at the closet. Shit. She’d forgotten to go over to Missy’s room and pick something out to wear today. She slipped on a pair of fresh underwear and a bra, wrapped the towel around her body again and tiptoed to the door.
It’s not that late. Surely nobody is here yet for the party.
The door creaked a little. She popped her head into the hallway. Missy’s room was down and around the corner to the right. Addison looked behind her at the crumpled clothes in her bag.
Nope! Not happening.
She slipped out of her room and tiptoed down the hall. Voices coming up the back stairs made her dash around the corner, colliding with something large, hard, and decidedly not a wall.
“Ow!” Her forward motion sent them both sailing to the floor. A heavy grunt whooshed from his chest as they hit the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her squarely on top of him and cushioning her fall. Addison squealed and attempted to scramble away.
His arms tightened. “Stop.”
The authority in his voice stilled her panic instantly.
“Ummm. I’d really like to get up now.” Addison lifted her head and peered into a pair of gorgeous blue eyes.
Damn. Maybe not.
Dark brown hair framed his face and a little bit of stubble created a very sexy, somewhat brooding look. He reminded her of the vampire hero on her favorite TV show. Swoon-worthy for sure. Except this guy was about six inches taller than the actor and had the shoulders of a NFL football player.
Mental face-slap, Addison. Just because you haven’t been laid in forever doesn’t mean you can become the desperate bridesmaid at your best friend’s wedding.
He released her, and she climbed to her feet. Addison snatched the towel from the floor and wrapped it around her nearly naked body. The heated glance he gave her was not fast enough to go unnoticed. Her cheeks warmed from embarrassment. I probably just flashed my underwear to Missy’s cousin. Even so, the thought that he was remotely interested sent a shot of desire straight to her core.
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