Title: The Virgin
Charmer (The Triple Goddess Trilogy: Book One)
Author: Rachel A
Olson
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
BLURB:
Hope Richards has only ever known
the life of a big city girl. When her boss gives her an ultimatum, she decided
to try out the country life during her forced vacation. After falling in love
with a mysterious old mansion on the edge of a town that time forgot, Hope
finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of someone else's crazy love obsession,
and realizes in the middle of it all how lacking her own life is in that
department. Hope is faced with a decision: return to the mundane life she
thought was her passion, or find a way to experience something far stronger
that she secretly yearns for.
AUTHOR BIO:
Somewhere amidst her forty-hour
job and playtime with her three-year-old, Rachel finds time to walk the streets
of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town
Northwestern Nebraska with her young son, just a few blocks from a city park,
the public schools, and her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults,
sipping strawberry wine, and head banging to music that doesn't carry a beat
worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.
"The paranormal world is a much more desired realm. There's no limit to possibilities, no comparison to probabilities, no concept of actualities. There's no solid platform for racism, judgment, or hierarchy. It is exactly the manifestation you choose it to be, darkness and death included."
"The paranormal world is a much more desired realm. There's no limit to possibilities, no comparison to probabilities, no concept of actualities. There's no solid platform for racism, judgment, or hierarchy. It is exactly the manifestation you choose it to be, darkness and death included."
AUTHOR LINKS:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/whitesoulj
EXCERPT:
“I think we should get a drink
before we start Q and A.” The sound of Abigail’s voice made
Hope jump enough to bump her knees on the table. Her tone was ice cold, sending
prickly chills down Hope’s spine. She only nodded, certain that questioning how
Abigail could be so dead about something involving her own brother would be a
bad idea.
Abigail snapped her fingers in
the air two times, and the man behind the bar immediately jumped on command.
The closer he got, the stronger the pull became that Hope had felt previously.
He walked with his face downcast, most likely watching where he stepped in an
attempt to avoid tripping on anything or anyone. When he finally reached their
table, Hope was in the middle of scrambling away, utterly terrified by what she
was feeling. As soon as she caught sight of his face, her chair tipped back
with her still in it.
Hope found herself sprawled out
on a grubby wooden floor that didn’t look like it’d been swept in several days.
Her sweater had somehow tangled itself around and between her knees, making any
attempt she made to stand look very similar to a fish out of water.
Hope stopped all futile attempts
to stand independently when a very masculine hand jabbed itself in front of her
nose. With large, crossed eyes, she gasped and managed to scoot away from the
floating hand by a few measly inches. A deep, silky chuckle rolled across
languid airwaves and nearly choked Hope with its thick perfume. Hope glanced up
through half mast eyes at the blurred face hovering just beyond the floating
hand, and smiled crookedly, one eyebrow popping up a hair higher than the
other. Another bout of chuckling ensued just as something lifted Hope to her
seat.
“...Bump her head?”
“I’m...sure.”
Hope was only grasping portions
of surrounding conversation. Her head swam through an enervated, unknown
substance, causing a reaction similar to that of narcotics. She tried to shake
herself and clear her mind, but whatever it was, it insisted on clinging
tightly to every inch of her, inside and out.
“Do you mind telling me what your
nose is doing on my boyfriend?” Hope was ripped from her strange trance when a
cold, bony little hand landed abruptly on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open,
finding that her nose was indeed buried into the chest of a man.
No, not just any man. The
man. The one that was causing the pull.
“Holy shit,” she muttered to
herself, stuck in the glistening eyes of a man several years younger than
herself. She was fully aware of the stares she was earning, as well as a
perfectly annoyed Abigail behind her. She was also aware that, at that
particular moment, she didn’t have the willpower to pull away from the younger
man directly in front of her, or whatever it was that possessed her.
Slowly, Mr. Gloriously Addictive
stepped away from her snout, swallowing loudly as he did. Hope could hear
Abigail impatiently tapping her foot on the floor. The further he got
from her, the stronger she felt. Finally, Hope managed to turn a bit to look at
Abigail over her shoulder, knowing her cheeks would match the color of unfriendly
fire. She opened her mouth to apologize, and the next thing she knew, she was
falling face first toward the table. Abigail clumsily caught her full weight,
gently lowering her into the nearest chair. Hope opened a single eye, finding
the bartender entirely too close for comfort, and no doubt the cause of her
sudden lack of leg control and balance.
He was frowning at her, probably
just like Hope frowned at him. Abigail popped up out of nowhere next to him,
the man that was yet to own a name, offering Hope a crystal clear glass of
liquid heaven. She swallowed a mouthful, expecting it to slide down like the
cool, refreshing water it should’ve been. Except it wasn’t water, and it
ignited the very fires of hell in her throat and belly.
“Sorry,” Abigail winced as Hope
coughed and sputtered. “I should’ve told you it was Vodka. Your weird dizzy
spells and swooning had me convinced you were in desperate need of a hard
drink.” Hope only offered a half smile, practically glaring up at the man still
standing entirely too close to her. “Oh jeez, my manners ran away with my good
mood. This is Garrett, my boyfriend.” Garrett offered a friendly hand to shake,
but Hope just stared at it. She was more concerned about the close proximity of
that hand, and why his very presence made her feel like her skeleton had
decided to take a vacation without the rest of her.
“I think I need some fresh air,”
Hope finally managed to announce.
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