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Dec 13, 2013

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Love Entwined by Danita Minnis
Cardiff series Book Two

Amelie Laurent is on her way to the top of the jewelry-designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remembers. From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.

When Amelie discovers her inner witch, she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Content/Theme(s): Demon, Historical, Contemporary, Reincarnation, Intrigue
Release Date: September 9, 2013
Liquid Silver Books
Excerpt & More

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They were parked at the curb on Madison Avenue when Amelie remembered the sketches in the back seat of the car.

“What have you got there?” Mr. Cardiff asked.

“I wanted to show you some preliminary sketches at dinner but I left them here. I think you’ll find they are similar to what we discussed.”

Mr. Cardiff reached for them. “Let’s have a look.”

“It is too dark in here to appreciate what they can be.”

“We can go up to your apartment. You do have lights in your apartment, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted. In her present state of mind, she could almost believe if Mr. Cardiff came into her apartment he might leave some imprint of himself behind, and the dreams would start anew. She might never be able to sleep in her apartment again.

Don’t be a fool; he’s a man, not a ghost.

“All right.” She nodded. “It won’t take more than a few minutes. I’ll show you the sketches and then you can leave.”

Roman Cardiff’s dark brow lifted. “You can be very sweet when the mood takes you.” He came around to the passenger side door and opened it for her.

Inside the apartment, he followed her down the wood-paneled hallway to the living room.

She would not offer him anything to drink. She had to remember this was business and didn’t want him getting any ideas.

Amelie sat down on the red leather couch and he sat next to her, close, with his rock hard thigh touching hers. She went still when he stretched, leaning his arms on the back of the couch in the way of a man who made his surroundings adapt to his needs. He was comfortable here. For a moment, she thought those arms were going to surround her in a sheltering embrace and wondered briefly if he was having the same dreams she enjoyed at night. She ignored the thrill that shot up her leg.

Opening the sketchpad to the first page, she focused on the sketches she’d drawn and was already so proud of. He would love them. “I think the canary diamond with sapphire accents is very dramatic set in yellow gold.” She flipped through several pages, pausing to give him time to imagine what she saw so clearly in her mind. The man who stumped her with an answer to everything had become very still. Mr. Cardiff was staring at the sketches. “You don’t like them?”

“Where did you get these?” he asked.

“I drew them.”

Mr. Cardiff picked up the sketchpad. “You mean you created them?”

“But of course I created them. They are mine.”

“Do you remember ever seeing anything that may have given you the idea?” Now he was staring at her.

She stood up. “Mon Dieu! I do not copy designs.”

Mr. Cardiff stood and took her by the shoulders. “It’s just that these designs look so much like the family heirlooms.”

“How dare you accuse me of this?”

“Amelie.” Mr. Cardiff rubbed warmth up and down her arms with large, but gentle hands. Goose bumps rose where he touched her.


“I didn’t mean to upset you.” His hands stroked her bare back, and she shivered. “Amelie.”

She closed her eyes at his deep, soothing tone and there was a moment of vertigo when his hands moved around her waist, drawing her closer. She could feel him lean toward her, knew his lips hovered over hers, beckoning. She was on the edge of a cliff, where her fantasies waited so far below. One move and she would be in her dream, in that lamp-lit cabin. If she lifted her chin, their lips would meet, and she would fall.

She tilted her chin up. Mr. Cardiff did the rest.

Warm, full lips moved over hers in that confident ownership that was in his every move. She leaned in to the languorous slide of his tongue against hers. This was her dream.

She looked into his eyes and Mr. Cardiff picked her up against his chest. Her legs dangled in the air as his mouth traveled over her, suckling her neck, licking the cleft in her collarbone, searching, and finally finding the sensitive spot between her breasts.

It seemed he was trying to reach her soul. He did.

She fell over the cliff’s edge.

Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled his face up to kiss his dimples, his cleft chin and finally his mouth. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he groaned.

Opening the fourth shirt button, her lips were finally able to brush the black curls on his chest. “Mon cher.

He cupped her bottom in his hands and ground into her. The rough wool fabric of his pants slammed against her wetness like a battering ram again and again, her black silk panties were no barrier to his attentions. He was large and hard and if felt so good that her moans became urgent whimpers against his cheek as he drove her higher and higher.

“Yes, that’s it,” her phantom lover urged.

She was riding the crest of a wave, it was overtaking her and suddenly the wave broke over her in a wash of light.

Capitaine. ” She gripped his arms as the exquisite release took her. When the wave receded, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder to catch her breath. Her phantom lover smelled of early morning on the sea. She leaned back and his eyes came into focus.

Mr. Cardiff’s eyes.

She slapped him across the face. “Release me!”
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Other titles by Danita Minnis:
Falcon’s Angel

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