Friday, May 28, 2021

Book Blitz + #Giveaway: When Heroes Fall by Giana Darling @GianaDarling @XpressoTours

When Heroes Fall
Giana Darling
(Anti-Heroes in Love, #1)
Publication date: May 28th 2021
Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Romance

I am the villain of my own story…

Jilted by my fiance.
A disappointment to my family.
Haunted by my childhood traumas.
I felt so much all my life that I resolved to feeling nothing at all.

Until I met my match.

As the most infamous mafioso of the 21st century, Dante Salvatore was madly passionate, unequivocally bad, and entirely too dangerous to know. He was everything I abhorred, yet I found myself representing him in the biggest criminal trial of the decade.

I was so focused on winning and achieving the success I deserved that I didn’t notice the gorgeous black-eyed man’s effect on me until it was too late. My icy heart had been held too close to his flame and now I wouldn’t let Dante go down without fighting with everything I had in me.

Even if the cost of a new life with him meant the loss of my old life and everything I thought I held dear.

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EXCERPT:

She looked like some heathen goddess of sex and war, conquering the room with her allure with every step she took toward me. 

Toward me. 

Something primal in my gut tightened and went white-hot. With any other woman, I would have given in to instinct and surged forward to claim that red hair with my fist and that red mouth with my own. I would have steered her toward the nearest room with a door and fucked her against it, rending that red dress in two so it stained the floor like spilled blood, leaving her naked for my ravishing. 

Fuck. 

My cock jumped and hardened in my suit pants. 

It was irrational and ridiculously stupid to become attracted to one of my lawyers, my best friend’s sister, a woman I was certain wouldn’t know sexual passion if it slapped her in the arse. 

So, instead of offering one of the dozen compliments that lingered on my tongue like the taste of my Chianti, I pinned her with a haughty look and drawled, “Bene. You wore the dress.” 

Instantly, her carefully controlled expression dissolved in the vinegar of my words. “I wasn’t aware I had a choice.” 

“There is always a choice,” I said with a tsk, condescending to her just to see the way a flush would spill down her cheeks to pool at the top of her exposed chest. “You made the right one.”

“You flatter yourself if you think it had anything to do with pleasing you,” she countered easily, so quick and cold, her words landed like flurries on my skin. She idly smoothed a hand down her flat stomach to the slight flare of one hip. “The dress pleased me. It was too exquisite not to wear.” 

“Of course,” I agreed, secretly pleased because I’d chosen it myself from a selection Bambi had shown me earlier that afternoon. 

We were speaking loudly to be heard over the ambient noise of the party around us, and I used it as an excuse to lash forward and grab her hand before she could protest, tugging her closer so she stumbled in those high heels and right against my body. 

It was a move I was coming to deeply enjoy. 

She scowled up at me, trying to push off my chest with little success as I kept her pinned close with my hands on her silk-covered hips. 

“Take your heathen hands off me,” she snapped. “People are watching.” 

“I bought the dress,” I argued calmly, my fingers splaying over her slight hips and loving the feel of her long, delicate bones. “It’s only right I should enjoy it.”

“I’ll take it off immediately if you’re so obsessed with it.” Her eyes, a dark gray mottled with bright silver patches and black striations, were frozen with disdain. 

It shouldn’t have turned me on. Her vitriol, her constant battle against my will. 

I was a man used to getting his own way, and I preferred it that way. 

But there was something hypnotic about her, a cold pull like the magnetism of the arctic poles. 

Despite myself, I wanted to see if the infamous ice queen would melt under my tongue.

“Do it,” I dared her, bending down to sneer softly in her face. “Give us all a show.” 

“I’d rather be naked in front of everyone than have your hands on me for a second longer than necessary,” she practically spat. 

“Be my guest,” I purred, already imagining her long, thin body stripped of the luxurious cloth, even more beautiful bared to my eyes. “In fact…” I moved one hand off her hip, banded the other over her low back to keep her immobile, and tucked my raised forefinger under the thin strap of her gown, drawing it slowly down her shoulder. 



Author Bio:

Giana Darling is an USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and Top 40 Amazon Best Selling Canadian romance writer who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently lives in beautiful British Columbia where she spends time riding on the back of her man's bike, baking pies, and reading snuggled up with her Golden Retriever puppy, Romeo.

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1 comments:

ShirleyAnn said...

The book sounds really good and the cover suits the story.

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