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“I’m sorry if I offended you. It truly was not my intention, but you are absolutely stunning when you’re angry.”

“Really?” I asked turning around to face him. “That’s your big line. Does that actually work on other women? Am I supposed to just fall in love with you right here, right now?” I asked with my hands balled into fists at my sides. I was not going to let another sweet talking playboy take advantage of me.

“It wasn’t a line
Mon amour
, merely the truth. Can I help it if I find you attractive? I don’t mean to offend you at all.” He stared into my eyes with such conviction that I almost believed him. While my anger at him deflated some, for my own protection I couldn’t afford to believe him. I did not know if I would
ever
again have it in me to trust another man.

I sighed.

I could not remember the last time a man pursued me with such determination. After breaking up with Adam, I dove headfirst into working and made no time for romance. I needed to heal. Now that I had I was flattered, even though I was disappointed the Frenchman was obviously a playboy…. Just a little! I mean, what woman wouldn’t want to be pursued by such an undeniably sensual man? The way his beautiful eyes darkened with desire each time he looked at me left me feeling weak at the knees and my self-preservation slowly crumbled under the weight of his passionate gaze.

Although I knew I could never trust a man like him, I could not deny that a part of me, now pulsating and tingling between my legs, wondered what it would be like to have sex with such an obviously sensual, domineering man... Have him master my body and set my soul on fire.

“Well, I appreciate the offer but I can’t leave with you,” was all I managed to say. Tempted as I was to give into this sexy Frenchman, I could not allow myself to lose focus.
He’s a playboy Em, end of story!

“Ah, yes she can,” chimed in an eavesdropping Suzie. She pushed me into the arms of this perfect stranger, my hands landed on his hard sculpted, chest, which instantly sobered me up, and heat raced through my body.

“The hell I am! I don’t know him,” I said, widening my eyes at my insane friend, my hands still firmly pressed against his chest.

“I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman,
Mon amour,”
he said as he took hold of my left hand.

His hand was much bigger and stronger against my own much smaller one, and while the sudden touch sent a warm tingle racing throughout my body, my brain understood clearly what my body did not, I could not allow myself to become prey to this dark, sexy man. I pulled my hand away, “you’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, trying not to focus on the way he said
‘Mon amour.’
Foreign men and their accents. Why did we girls have to be such suckers for a beautiful man with an accent?

“Excuse us a second?” Suzie said sweetly to the Frenchman as she pulled me a few feet away. “Look, you haven’t dated anyone since Adam and I know that it was hard to get over him, but really Em-look at that man…” she pointed in his direction and continued “men like that come around once in a lifetime. While Adam is plain old vanilla, that man right there is oh so yummy Crème Brûlée,” she said with a pleading look on her face.

An internal battle erupted inside of me, leaving me confused. Here my friend stood making complete sense and yet despite her logic and the growing need at my core, my mind could not allow me to forget the one thing that I knew for sure; he was in fact a
player
. That look in his eyes earlier told me all I needed to know, but for some freaking reason the rest of my body seemed to yearn for him in a way that it had never yearned for another, Adam included.

“What about you guys, I can’t just leave you out here alone at one in the morning,” I knew it was a stretch, but I was desperate for a reason why I should not go with the Frenchman. The truth was, even if he wasn’t like Adam, I could not comprehend the idea of being with another man. It was still too soon, wasn’t it?

“Look at him!” was all Suzie said. I could not deny that a big part of me wanted to go with him, but a bigger part of me wanted to run away and hide. The only problem was I was not the “running away” type of girl. Every challenge I have ever faced I’ve done so head on. I enjoyed the thrill of facing the impossible, to conquer and overcome it
. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to go home with the Frenchman? Maybe he means to just offer me a ride home. Yeah right, Emily, I snorted, rolling my eyes at my inner voice, of course that’s what he wants!

“Fine, but if they find my body in some alley somewhere tomorrow morning, just know that my blood is on your hands,” I warned her even as my friend hugged me encouragingly.

“You’ll be fine, I know it!” Suzie dragged me back to the man while smiling from ear to ear.

Suzie had always been the adventurous one of the group. She feared nothing and had the ability to seize each day despite the many curve balls life often threw at her. After a bad marriage and a career change, she managed to somehow grab life by the balls and will it to do her bidding. I envied her carefree, confident spirit, especially when it came to men. While I allowed my breakup with Adam to turn my life upside down, she would have long since moved on. Therefore, tonight I would channel her amazing spirit.

“Have fun y’all,” she said as she walked over to Diana, who had a look on her face that I could not quite interpret. At first glance, it looked like jealousy, but I knew that that could not be accurate. Still, I made a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow.

“Shall we?” the Frenchman said as he stuck out his arm for me. Hesitantly I took it.

I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes, “First things first, mister… I need a name. Just in case you decide you’re a rapist tonight, I need to know who to hunt down.” Though he seemed to take what I said as a joke, I was far from joking; my face was as serious as possible.

“Julien Belmont, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said as he brought my hand to his incredibly soft lips, while still smiling. Almost instantly, I felt my defenses melting.
Dang!

“Julien… of course… well I’m Emily Roberts,” I said while staring at his lips. It was at that moment I knew that I was in for trouble…

For the rest of Emily and Julien’s story (or is it Emily and Adam’s story?), read Discovered and the rest of the Cover Series by Kim Black:

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Coming soon...

Take Cover (Cover, #3)
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Uncovered Scars (Diana’s Story):
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I’m going to keep this short and sweet, because this is now my sixth book and you can really only write acknowledgments so many times before you become repetitive! This little novella is purely a fun, enjoyable segue between Caroline and Logan’s love story, into the next book in the series which will focus on Dylan Moore’s life.

I am absolutely in love with my characters from this series. They are completely fictional, not based on anyone I know, or any life I’ve led (I wish!), which is one of the best things about it. I’ve created a pure fantasy story that I can escape into for a few hours a day as I write about their lives.

I want to thank the sweetest cover designer, who has done almost all of my books at this point, Kim Black. She is a writer as well, having authored the Cover Up Series which I highly recommend to everyone. Another thanks to my always editor, Michael Burhans, for once again cleaning up my work! You are so awesome and I’m blessed to have someone so giving and kind in my life. Even if you are super weird too. Icing on the cake!

I can’t forget to give a give thank you to my personal assistant, Holly Morales, and everyone in Robinson’s Rockstars, my fan club, for always being there to help me and promote me. To Nicole from The Seymour Literary Agency, thank you for taking a chance on me and helping me start the Kavanagh’s journey!

Last, but never least, thank you to my husband for not only allowing me the time and space to be able to write, but for supporting me entirely. He edits all my books before anyone else has seen them, and loves my characters as much as I do. He takes care of me in ways I never thought I needed, or maybe I thought I could do all on my own. Being married to Justin Robinson has taught me to trust another person with my heart, my life, my everything. And there will never come a day where I regret that decision.

I would marry you again, a million times over.

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SAND & SNOW

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