Verna Loves Books: Light by Lora Ann *Reveal*Giveaway*

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Light by Lora Ann RevealGiveaway*

Light (Beautiful Ashes Series, Book 3)

by Lora Ann

Genre: Dark Romance, Supernatural Erotic Thriller

Cover & Graphics by Sabre Gray & Bane Cover Studio

Blurb

Tar's lost in the halls of his own mind.

His body haunted by desires, his heart burning with a strange, familiar fire.

All he can think about is tasting her, knowing her, owning her.

But especially remembering her.

Excerpt

Un-fucking-believable! She actually managed to make sense when all of his training told him how wrong she was. Mitch wore a hole in the carpet, his steps agitated and his mood dangerously close to rage. He spun on her, “Keeley, for fuck’s sake, I hear your logic, but you have no experience to back it up with.” She met him toe to toe. “I know how these clubs work. And I know how recovery works. Don’t you tell me that just because I’m not a soldier I have no clue what I’m doing.” His exasperation coming through on a growl. “Do not act as if I don’t understand the healing process. He’s my fucking best friend. You think I want him alone in a hospital with a murderer after HIM!” The roar was deafening but she refused to step back or back down. “Playing the man card. Really? Don’t stand there flexing your fists and puffing out your chest unless you plan on handling this like a man.” His smirk was cocky as hell. “You wanna have a go? By all means, Princess, let’s do it.” They marched into the gym where the mats were, both throwing off their shirts. Mitch stood there with finely honed muscles, a man who trained daily and was no stranger to a good fight. Yet Keeley was no wimp. Far from it. Her sports bra didn’t begin to cover the taut muscles of a woman who knew her way around a gym and could also fight, he’d seen her in action. Shelby limped in. “Mary mother of Jesus, you two play nice,” she ordered. Keeley glanced over, “Lay the ground rules,” she grit out. “Alright, I want a fair fight. You have eight rounds of full contact. Winner gets to call how we proceed with this mission.” E walked in and made his way between Mitch and Keeley. “What the fuck are you thinking?” His gaze darting from one to the other. Keeley spoke up, “He needs to see that my balls are every bit as big as his.” E’s eyes widened at that. “Damn, girl, you really are a tigress.” She responded with a tight nod of her head. His leveled gaze now on Mitch’s. “She right?” He scoffed, “She seems to think because I don’t want her at that hospital means I don’t give a shit about Tar. About time this little girl learned chain of command.” Keeley taunted, “Bring it, big man,” as she circled him. Shelby put a hand on E and pulled. “You better move.” “They’re serious,” he said in utter disbelief. “And stupid, but that’s beside the point,” she grumbled. E smiled at her. “Saucy woman.” “So you all keep saying,” she huffed. Mitch got in the first strike, throwing Keeley back, but she didn’t stay there. Her instincts coming in to play as she used the training he, Leith, and Tar had given her. The kick was high for someone so tiny, and he saw why as her foot made contact with the side of his jaw. “Nice jump kick,” he praised, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. The fight remained fair—and beside his better judgement, Mitch was trying to go easy on her—until things really got rowdy. “Round six,” Shelby called out. Mitch finally got her to the ground when E stepped in. “No. That’s enough of this bullshit.” But E didn’t see Keeley’s move to get on her feet. She went for a round house kick with E in the line of fire. He laughed as she knocked him to his ass. “Very nice. Teach me not to watch my backside.” “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “Don’t be,” E assured. Mitch used the distraction and took her down where they began to grapple. He had her in a hold where most grown men would’ve tapped out. Keeley was neither a man nor would she accept defeat. Her tiny frame gave her some serious advantages, along with a limberness he was unaccustomed to. She flipped him and got the upper hand. He was howling in pain as she pulled back hard enough one could hear his body protesting. She whispered, “Tap. The fuck. Out.”