Title: That One
Moment
Author: Amy
Daws
iTunes Exclusive Release Date: April 5,
2016
Release Date: April 12,
2016
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Life is a series of reoccurring ripples in
time.
The moment I saw her…something
shifted.
The moment my lips touched hers…life got
messy.
The moment my heart got
involved…everything changed.
Vi Harris tests every bit of my
strength.
She is my test.
My challenge.
At a time when I should be focusing entirely on
myself, this radiant woman with a bright, cheeky smile and a cracked sense of
humor waltzes in and spins everything on its axis.
Vi has the potential to make me weak at a time
when I’m determined to show everyone just how bloody strong I
am.
She’s everything I am not…yet somehow, she sees through my darkness.
She’s everything I am not…yet somehow, she sees through my darkness.
My pain.
My despair.
She doesn’t see me as broken.
She sees me as the man I’m fighting so hard to be.
She doesn’t see me as broken.
She sees me as the man I’m fighting so hard to be.
The man that I’m still struggling to see
myself.
The follow up book to Not The One:
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As the only survivor of a rare birth, Reyna Miracle has never felt like she
belonged. When a horrible tragedy
strikes during her graduate courses at Oxford, she spirals down a dark and sexy
path with Hayden, her deceased best friend's
brother. But when Liam Darby, a
mistake from her past reappears, Reyna's world begins to crumble as the two
men fight for a love that she can't even accept for
herself.
HAYDEN
Her back hits the wall and she
looks taken aback. “What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes dancing
around my face nervously. A spark of excitement glimmers in her baby
blues.
“Things between you
and I are about to get very heavy, Vi,” I start, flicking my eyes back and forth
between hers. “And before all of that happens…Before I drag you down
the rabbit hole with me, I have something very serious I’d like to
do.”
“What?” she
croaks, her voice husky and trembling.
“Tonight I just want to
be a man, who walks a gorgeous woman to her doorstep…and kisses her
senseless.”
She nods her permission
slowly, her eyes sparking with shocked excitement. Without pause, I drop my jacket
to the ground and slip my hands around her face. I stare down at her luscious, peach
lips. Her hands grip my white dress shirt just above my hips, and I devilishly grin at
the tickling sensation of her tiny hands on my sides.
“I haven’t kissed
a woman for a while. I want to be sure I do this properly,” I say, my voice
gravellier than I intended it to be.
She nods slowly and lifts her
chin. I pause a mere centimetre away from her lips and change course to her cheek. I
drop a feather-light kiss on that cheek, breathing in her blissful womanly scent.
What is it that women have that makes them smell so incredibly divine? And Vi
better than any other I’ve ever smelt? It’s like a combination of
expensive shampoo and sweet sugary fruit. I quickly move over and kiss the other
cheek, allowing my lips to trickle down to the curve of her jaw and then to her chin. I
flick my tongue out on her chin and trail it slowly upward, grazing the tip of her
lower lip. Her mouth drops with a throaty gasp, inviting me in. But I hold back. I am
savouring every delicious second of this and I won’t be rushed. I press my
lips to her forehead before placing another soft drop on her perfect button nose.
Then I finally pull back to take in and appreciate her sexy awed
expression.
“Is that
all—” she starts, but I crush my mouth to hers before she can finish
her smartarse remark.
Amy Daws is a commercial producer and lives in
South Dakota with her husband and daughter. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is
what inspired her passion for writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her
award-nominated romantic comedy series, The London Lovers Series, is centered
around Americans in London. It's emotional and self-deprecating with lots of
humor sprinkled in. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to
Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside
children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t
do for their little miracle.