Win a $25 Gift Card – The Howling Heart Book Tour by April Bostic #Giveaway #PNR @SensuousPromos





Paige Donovan is an ambitious college
graduate who aspires to reach the top of the corporate ladder. She’s
climbing fast when given the promotion of a lifetime at a prestigious
fashion magazine in New York City. Her bright future comes to an
unexpected halt after news of her father’s death. She inherits his old
cabin in the Colorado Rockies, and just when she thinks her luck
couldn’t get any worse, she has a car accident in the mountains and
awakens in the small, remote community of Black River.

Soon, she’s engulfed in the mystical world of Varulv—wolves
descended from 13th century Scandinavia and blessed by Norse gods with
the ability to appear human. Paige is desperate to return home, but
never expects to fall for her rescuer, Riley Gray, a charming young
werewolf from England who offers her an alternate future with his pack.

Now, she must choose between the career she’s always wanted and the love she’s always dreamed.
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EXCERPT
1

Heat
Level: Adult

I stood in the hardware section looking
at flashlights, when I suddenly felt someone staring at me. I tried to remain
inconspicuous as I glanced to my left without turning my head. At the end of
the aisle stood a slender, young man at least six feet tall, wearing a red and
black plaid, flannel shirt with cut-off sleeves. Lean muscles flexed on his
bicep as he grabbed something off the shelf. His bare arms revealed a tattoo on
his right shoulder, but I wasn’t close enough to read it.

He must’ve felt my gaze on him, because he looked over at me. The
sun gently kissed his skin with a golden tan, and his full lips spread into a
charming grin. He had a clean-shaven, square jaw and sharp cheekbones that would
make any woman envious. His sandy blonde hair flowed like waves and curled
softly on the ends, brushing his ears and collar. A few, untamed strands fell
in his eyes, making his hair appear disheveled. There was no doubt in my mind
he was handsome.  

Immediately,
a heat wave crashed beneath
my skin…and I knew it wasn’t due to the summer weather. I blushed
under his
steady gaze and looked away in an attempt to ignore him. For some
reason, I
couldn’t control myself. My gaze kept finding his. A smirk played on his
lips—the color of a summer peach—and I wondered if they tasted as
sweet.

Does
he enjoy making me hot and bothered?

My hand trembled as I reached for a
flashlight and placed it in my basket. Another glance toward this sexy stranger,
and I swallowed hard nervously. He casually browsed the aisle, but I noticed he
had moved closer to me. His shirt hung open, exposing his muscular torso and a
patch of wispy hair on his sternum. My gaze strayed downward, and I admired his
tight, ripped abs. I bit my knuckle as I followed the dark blonde happy trail beneath
his navel. Army green carpenter pants hung low on his narrow hips, revealing a
tapered V-line that was every man’s erotic road map to the treasure between
their legs.

My naughty eyes traveled further south
and saw no sign of a waistband from his underwear or boxers. Despite wearing
loose pants, the prominent bulge suggested the man was well-endowed. I knew he wore
nothing underneath his pants, and my lips suddenly felt dry. I darted my tongue
out to moisten them and averted my gaze once again.

I moved down the aisle but didn’t know
what I wanted to pick up next. He captivated me and wrapped my mind in a cloudy
haze of arousal.

I stopped in front of some tools and
heard his footsteps alongside me. Looking down at the floor, I saw his black,
heavy boots with dried mud on the bottoms. He faced my direction, and I broke
out in a nervous sweat. I can’t speak to male models that occasionally strut
their hotness around Elle, let alone
this guy. I moved swiftly down the aisle, trying my best to avoid any verbal
communication. Luckily, I didn’t hear his footsteps following me.

I stood at the end of the next aisle and
took deep breaths to cool the burning fire flowing through me from our
encounter. I stepped to the edge of the aisle and peeked cautiously around the
corner. I sighed in relief when I didn’t see him standing there. I grabbed a
few household cleaners, but when I heard footsteps nearby, I walked in the
opposite direction until I was back at the front counter.


April Bostic
is a New Jersey-based, Adult Romance author who enjoys unleashing her
creativity and letting her imagination run wild. Her love of romance books
inspired her to become not just a reader, but also a writer. In December 2008,
she self-published her first novel, a contemporary romance with a supernatural
twist entitled “A Rose to the Fallen”.

Her first
short story, “Right Here, Right Now”, released in January 2012, is an
erotic romance with a dash of S&M. The following year, she released two
more short stories: a romantic urban fantasy inspired by the Greek myth of Eros
and Psyche entitled “Eros, My Love”, and a sexy romantic comedy
entitled “Love Addiction”.

After five
years, she released her second novel, “The Howling Heart” in August
2013, a paranormal romance that delves into the mystical world of werewolves
and Norse gods. To end her busiest year in publishing, April also released her
fourth short story in December 2013, a historical paranormal romance entitled
“A Dark Scandal”.



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