Welcome H.D. Thomson for the Anxiety Blog Tour
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Anxiety
Complete Series - Episodes
1 through 6
by H.D. Thomson
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BLURB:
Jake
Preston is on borrowed time.
If he doesn’t stumble upon a
miracle and soon, he’ll end up dead. And even if he does, he still might end up
dead with a clever killer hounding his heels. He believes that the one miracle
and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and
miles away from Boston. Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an
experiment that is killing him with each breath he takes.
Margot doesn’t particularly
care if she ends up dead.
She’s lost everything she’s
ever cared for. A divorce and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has
left her with little faith in herself or in anyone else. Most importantly,
she’s lost the one person on this earth she’s looked up to and cherished–her
brother, Johnny. His death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t
find the willpower to pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into. Her only
solace is at the bottom of a wineglass. Having moved back to the small town in
northern Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself
both mentally and physically from everyone other than a few chosen friends.
Little does she know that her life is going to explode into chaos.
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Excerpt:
She opened her mouth to
scream.
“It’s me, Jake,” he said
from the darkness, holding onto her arms to steady her.
She let out a long, shaky
breath. “What was that?” she asked in a hushed voice. “You must have heard it.
It sounded so awful.”
“It was your cat.”
“Marmaduke?”
“Yeah.”
“But I could have sworn it
sounded more human than—”
“I stepped on his tail.” He
cleared his throat. “Scared the hell out of both of us. He took off somewhere.
Sorry about getting you out of bed.”
“I’m just glad I found out
what it was. But what are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Relaxing, she glanced up,
only to be blinded by the night. Thick, black and total, it draped over Jake
and everything around her. His hands, warm and strong, grasped her upper arms.
She grew conscious of the coolness of the house, of the silk of her nightgown
against her skin, but most importantly of Jake, of the deep woodsy scent of his
after-shave and how his hands, minus the gloves, were now slowly sliding up and
down her arms. Her toes curled beneath her. He smelled like what she envisioned
a man should smell like. Desire lapped against her skin until it seeped through
her flesh and took hold of her body.
He slid a hand up her arm
and over a shoulder to cup her throat, while the other curled around her waist
to press against the small of her back, inching her closer to the heat of his
body. She met his lips halfway, opening her mouth beneath his. The kiss
deepened, demanded and took. She raised a hand to feel his own against her
throat. He had a long fingered, strong hand, the skin smooth and flawless over
the tendons and knuckles. She touched his face, his neck, his shoulders.
Against her palms, his skin was satin over hard muscle. He was all male, all
power.
He hauled her closer,
pressing her sensitized breasts against his chest as his tongue mated with
hers. His desire thrust against the shallow hollow of her hips. The thick,
hardness of him scorched through the material of her gown to her belly and
turned her legs to liquid. She slid her hands over the sleek texture of his
naked back, over the muscles and tendons, down across the indentation along his
spine and lower.
She froze.
He was entirely,
absolutely, completely naked, every male inch of him. She whimpered as her
breath came out in short, shallow pants, and desire slammed against her,
painful in its intensity.
Margot stiffened. Oh, God.
Had she completely lost it? Where was her sanity, her morals? She hardly knew
this man.
“No!” She dragged in a
lungful of air. “This is all wrong!”
Author Bio:
H.D.
Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where
she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business
Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world
as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions-books. She
owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started the
company, Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video
trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small
businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first
love-writing.
Links:
Website Link: http://www.hdthomson.com
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