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Book Title: HAUNTING BEAUTY
Category: Paranormal
Website: http://www.erinquinnbooks.com/
Description: In a land where the mystical and the occult are as vivid as the emerald fields, Danni must embrace her powerful Irish heritage to fight a force more evil than she ever imagined. If she fails, she will lose the one man she was destined for and live forever in time as an ethereal memory, a haunting beauty...
Author Spotlight: Erin Quinn
I am so excited to be launching my new HAUNTING series, beginning with the first book, HAUNTING BEAUTY in bookstores August 4th. As most writers do, I started this novel with a simple "what if" question.
What if you could do something over--what if you could change a single disastrous event in your life and live it out in a different way...would you? Some would answer, "of course," and others would say "absolutely not. We are what our experiences make us."
The question made me look deep inside myself. It took me to unexpected places and left me on a small island off the southern coast of Ireland where nothing is what it seems. Danni MacGrath and Sean Ballagh came along on this journey into the unknown and brought me to an even bigger question, one that haunts me still.
Is there anything you wouldn't do for the one you love?
The answer surprised even me.
Diana Gabaldon calls HAUNTING BEAUTY, "A complex, mysterious and very satisfying story!" MJ Rose says it's "Absorbing and seductive, mysterious and fantastic - Haunting Beauty is a satisfying treat." And Jennifer Ashley calls it "...an intriguing, highly absorbing book that sucked me in and didn't let me go until its amazing conclusion. A highly recommended must-read!"
I hope you'll fall in love with the people of Fennore and the tragedy and triumph of their lives. You can find chapter one on my website and an excerpt below as well.
Happy reading!
Erin Quinn
www.erinquinnbooks.com
Excerpt
Danni's hair lay in a swirling mess around her head, her skin glowing like pearl, her face bare and sweet. There was innocence in Danni, but there was also fire and passion. Sean had felt it this morning and he wanted to feel it again--wanted desperately to feel it more.
He dropped his gaze to the pulse that beat at her throat. The man's t-shirt clung to her breasts, peaking at hardened nipples. The stretchy pants fit her lean, shapely legs, molding curves and muscle all the way down to the thick white socks and even those were somehow sexy, somehow intimate. He skimmed back up, imagined catching the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, baring those soft shoulders, the curve of her throat, the slope of her breasts.
A train wreck, that's what this was. But the course was set and the outcome inevitable.
She didn't say a word as she watched him, letting her own eyes move from his face to his bare chest to his stomach. His muscles tightened in anticipation, as if her glancing look were a touch that would heat his skin. He wanted her to look lower, to see that just standing this close to her had him thinking of so much more.
Neither spoke, because words would be redundant.
He felt incapable of movement and so he waited instead for her. Waited for the questions in her eyes to become answers, decisions. She swayed closer and the soft scent of her filled him with aching need. He wanted to bury his face in her hair, inhale, taste that scent. Taste every inch of her.
Her hands settled against his chest, light as petals, hot and silky and moving over the taut muscles. Searching, finding. They paused just over his heart, feeling the erratic beat, the labored pounding. He thought she could feel the blood rushing through his veins, urging him to move, to take. He felt hot, hotter than humanly possible. Like he might suddenly combust and melt into something only she could ply with her feather touch.
She stilled, those small hands holding his heart. Then she tipped her head back and he was staring into eyes of winter smoke and midnight slate. They were wide and round and hurt and bewildered. Why didn't he touch her back?
"I'm afraid," he said without meaning to.
Afraid that he'd fall into those eyes and never find his way out again. Afraid that this, this which felt so real, could somehow be snatched away if he grasped too tightly. Afraid of returning to that land of numbness that had become his life. Afraid now to chance an escape.
The answer--a self fulfilling prophecy--made him exhale with twisted humor. Danni bit her lip and then smiled back, slowly, sweetly, sexily.
"Don't be," she said, and it was his undoing.
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