A PROMISE MADE
by Anissa Garcia
A feisty redhead and an
alpha male makes for a steamy pairing you can't resist. Fans
of The Matchmaker's Playbook by Rachel Van Dyken and Violet Duke’s Resisting
the Bad Boy, will love this super sweet and sexy romance from Anissa
Garcia.
Title: A Promise Made
Author: Anissa Garcia
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 3, 2016
Publisher: AG Romance Reads LLC
Synopsis:
Josh
McKenzie may come off as intimidating with his solid build and cold stare, but
when trouble calls, Marla quickly learns there is more to the sexy tatted man
with the British accent. And if she’s not careful, she can easily lose herself
in his gentle touch and soft voice.
A
feisty redhead with a mouth that won’t quit, Marla Sullivan knows how to push
all of Josh’s buttons, making him want her in the worst way. His biggest hurdle
is breaking through her stubborn walls and proving he’s here to stay.
When
Marla’s faced with an unknown danger, Josh is forced to reveal his buried past.
Promises made and surfaced truths may be the catalyst that brings them
together...or pushes them further apart.
Anissa
Garcia resides in Austin, Texas and earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Speech
Communications and English. She held an array of jobs including Public
Relations Manager for Barnes and Noble. Wanting a change of pace, she moved to
Los Angeles where she attended The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and
trained full-time in theatre. After working in Hollywood, she returned to Texas
where she has written articles for Cosmopolitan and Lady Couture. When not
writing stories, watching movies, or drinking a latte, she loves to daydream
about romantic fictional men.
Excerpts
Marla’s form strutted out
the door, her long hair flowing down her creamy white shoulders and hourglass
frame. That black dress hugged her
petite body, and I observed the way her ass moved as she hooked her coat and
purse over her arm. Her femininity was
alluring. The way she held herself and
her delicate skin smelling like cinnamon made me hard. It matched her sizzling mouth that I wanted
to suck on and kiss raw.
I lifted myself out of the seat and crossed the room to
her as she fumbled to put on her coat.
One side hung down and I grabbed it with ease. She jerked away, attempted to escape me as I
held it up. Mahogany eyes glared at me. She was on defense, no doubt from Ryan and
whatever other idiots had disillusioned her about chivalry and romance. I would prove to her it wasn’t dead.
“Is the date set with Dumbledore?”
Her ruby red colored lips pressed down a smile as she
shook her head. “His name’s Gandalf, and
he asked me to an early bird dinner at Denny’s.”
Cute. At least she
was open to joking with me, if only a bit.
But she was also nervous. I could
see it reflected in the way she moved, even the way she breathed. “Let me walk you to your car.”
“No, I’m fine.”
She moved at a faster pace and I kept up easily. I wasn’t letting her walk alone at night,
especially with the type of men I saw in there.
“I’m walking you out.”
“My car’s in the parking garage, they have security
cameras.”
She was one tough cookie.
Independent, used to doing things on her own, she probably attracted the
men who were complete opposite of her.
She liked to be in control and so did I.
You’d think this would pose some type of problem, but I was attracted to
it. I moved closer to her, my mouth near
her ear. “You like pushing me away,
don’t you?”
She turned her head toward me and rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, you’re one of those alphas who
likes to see his woman submit. You want
the type of woman who will adore you every night, follow you around all day,
and tell others how amazing you are at everything you do.”
“You certainly like pretending you know who I am. Since we met you’ve been nothing but
judgmental toward me and only me. Why is
that?”
We were riding in the lift, but she didn’t dare give me a
glance. Instead she pressed the button
to the ground floor, even though it had already been lit up. She pressed at it again, as if it would make
it go faster.
“I don’t like guys like you.”
“Guys like me?”
“Yeah. I’ve dated
guys like you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I rested in the corner
against the wall. What to say to a woman
who thought she already knew everything about you? I’d give it a go. “So, some idiot who lived in the gym dated
and hurt you, and now you think all men who work out are the same?”
“Whether they live in the gym or not, they all end up
being the same. They all want a certain
type of woman.”
“Which is what?”
The doors finally opened and she scurried out, searching
for her keys in her bag. “The easy woman
to comply with whatever they want, whenever they want, however they want.”
“That type of woman is boring.”
She turned to her red Toyota Prius and opened the door,
throwing her purse in the passenger side and starting her car. “Exactly.
Yet they all want it.”
Before she could shut the door, I stepped in front of it
and leaned down as she strapped on her seatbelt. “Darling, I’m not afraid of hard work. I know you’re an independent woman, and
though most men find that threatening, I find it extremely sexy.”
“You know what I find extremely not sexy? The fact that you
find a woman like me to be hard work.
Strike one, pal.”
She threw her hand up holding two fingers, and either she
was warning me that I had two chances left, or she shot me the peace sign. I believe it was the latter. Either way, she was not happy. If I wanted to make headway with Red, I was
going to have to get some inside help to thaw the icy heart within that fiery
woman.
EXCERPT
#2
The knock on the door
stirred me out of my thoughts and my mind reeled over who could be keeping me
from my dinner. The doorbell then
chimed. Not once, not twice, but three
annoying times in a row, followed by a series of fervent knocks.
I inaudibly walked toward the door, careful to not give
myself away, in case it was someone selling me a subscription to the newspaper
or converting me to their religion. I
peered into the peephole and scrunched my face in aversion as my mouth emitted
an aggravated sigh. I swiftly opened the
door as his hand stopped midair.
My hip jutted out as my irritation level climbed. “What are you doing here?”
Josh’s cool exterior, the tight forest green shirt, the
peekaboo tattoos, his dark jeans were all too much to take in. Good God, this man was delicious. It was enough to make me go nuts, but instead
I kept myself calm. “Did you forget? Lessons.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded as his blazing eyes trailed down to my chest. I followed, remembering I had opened my
blouse. I shrugged, closing the satin
around my body. “What? You haven’t seen a great pair of breasts
before?”
“Not those,” he smirked.
“At least not yet.”
“Want me to shut this door in your face?” I flung it and walked away, but heard as his
hand caught it from closing completely.
I could feel his presence as he walked in and shut the door, locking it
behind him.
“Thanks for inviting me in,” he said softly, as I glanced
back, buttoning my blouse up. His eyes
scanned my living room, and I ignored the idea of him seeing my untidy
home. My shoes were set in an
accumulating pile near the corner of the entrance, my sweaters and jackets hung
over one another on hooks near the door, and magazines were scatted across my
coffee table.
I turned and glared at him as he set his hands in his
pockets, his eyes on my pretty heaps of high heels. “What?”
The grin playing over his lips stayed small, as if he
knew to be careful with me. At the same
time there was a hint of mischief behind those glassy light blue eyes. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head
slightly. “Nice shoes.”
“Fine. You can
borrow a pair, but only if you promise to return them.”
A very rare smile spread over his lips. It was one that made his eyes twinkle, his
teeth show, and a laugh emit from his throat.
I shockingly found myself grinning back, a twirl in my stomach reminding
me of what it felt like being on a rollercoaster right at the drop. Satisfaction built inside me knowing I had
earned that moment of sincerity from him.
It was one he hardly let others see.
Wait. Why should I care that he
smiled? Pull yourself together, Sullivan.
“What are you doing here, Josh?”
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