Title: The Hearts Series Box Set
Author: L.H. Cosway
Release Date: January 31st 2017
Synopsis
***Special
release price of just 99c!***
Get the first four books in L.H. Cosway’s Hearts series, plus the BRAND NEW
bonus novella, Cross My Heart. From quirky heroines to heartthrob heroes and
exhilarating plot lines, The Hearts Series is a collection of interconnected
standalone novels that will have you glued to the pages
The Hearts Boxset Bundle includes:
Six of Hearts (book #1)
Hearts of Fire (book #2)
King of Hearts (book #3)
Hearts of Blue (book #4)
Cross My Heart (bonus novella #5.75)
Iris Garrigan has nothing.
Well, that’s not entirely true. She has her
trusty Doc Martin boots. She has her Bowie obsession. And she has the stray cat
that sneaks into her bed and keeps her company at night – it’s a quid pro quo
relationship. The cat gets a warm body and she gets something alive beside her
when she would otherwise be alone.
She also has a job. Sure, washing dishes
hardly has her rolling in dough, but with no permanent abode it’s the best she
can do. She knows her new boss only lets her work in his restaurant out of
pity, but she isn’t above cashing in on a little human compassion if it means
she can survive to live another day.
Everything is going fine until Liam Cross
starts to take notice of her, poking his newly minted police badge where it
doesn’t belong. And if he doesn’t quit soon her not so legal living situation
could find her in hot waters. Little does she know, Liam isn’t just being nosy,
he’s trying to help. Iris has no idea that he’s been watching her for months,
and that he’s completely enamoured with her strange and peculiar ways.
When Liam discovers her secret Iris has two
options: stay and face the music or run for the hills.
***Cross My Heart is a contemporary romance
novella and tells the story of the youngest Cross brother, Liam Cross.***
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Excerpt
“So,
what do you do when you’re not scrubbing dishes for my brother, Iris?”
The
way he said my name made my pores tingle again. It felt luxurious somehow, like
a caress. “I talk to my cat. I read. I wander.” Talk to Bowie.
“You
wander?”
“Yeah,
I like to choose a starting point and let my feet lead the way.”
He
looked displeased hearing this. “Only during the day, I hope.”
Huh.
Was he worried about me? Nah, he was just being a copper. Nosy. I shrugged.
“Sometimes
at night. I’m good at being invisible though, so I rarely run into trouble.”
His
displeasure increased. “How often is rarely?”
I
tilted my head. “Why do you care?”
His
expression turned serious. “A tiny little thing like you wandering around in
the dark is a recipe for trouble. Do you realise how easy it’d be for someone
to just pluck you up off the street and do whatever they wanted?”
Ha!
That was a laugh. The street was my home. I knew how to survive there, and I’d
done fine so far. “Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I’m not tough. Let some
fucker try to pluck me up. It
wouldn’t end well for him.” I stabbed my forked into the empty plate with force
to emphasise my point.
For
some reason the action made him smile again, but this time there was a spark of
calculation behind his eyes. “So, if I were to grab you right now, push you up
against that wall,” he paused and gestured to the wall by the door, “you’d be
able to fend me off?”
I
swallowed. Not surprisingly, that visual wasn’t as scary to me as it should’ve
been. Instead my gut twisted with anticipation. Do it.
Do it.
I
nodded casually. “Sure.”
“Let’s
try it, then.” He moved to get up and suddenly my courage fled.
I
forced a laugh. “No, thanks.”
He
shot me a wry look. “No?”
“No.”
“So,
you’re all talk then.” He folded his arms, pleased with himself, and it made me
want to punch him. I’d never been good at backing away from a challenge.
I
grit my teeth. “Fine.”
His
gaze flicked to my mine, his pupils dilating. I didn’t care to ponder what that
meant. Without another word, he advanced on me. My heart hammered and I was too
fascinated to react when he lifted me up off my chair, carried me across the
room, and slammed my back into the wall. I exhaled choppily when he used one
hand to grip my neck and the other to hold me down. My chest rose and fell as I
looked up at him, entirely too engrossed.
What
was he going to do next? I wriggled my hips, though not to break free. He made
a curious noise in the back of his throat. I tilted my head. He looked pissed.
Huh.
“Iris,” he practically growled.
“Y-yes?”
“You
aren’t doing anything.”
“Should
I be?”
His
hand on my neck loosened. “I just physically assaulted you and you haven’t
lifted a finger to stop me.”
“Sorry.”
He
let out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t fucking apologise. Fight back.”
Fight
back.
Right.
It was a little hard to do that when all I wanted was for him to tear off my
clothes and do very, very bad things to me. But I had to prove a point. I had
to show him I could protect myself. Summoning my resolve, I twisted in his hold
and tried to get my leg up so I could knee him in the balls. Unfortunately, his
entire body was pressed into mine, preventing all movement.
I
continued twisting, testing his strength, but I couldn’t find a single weak
spot. In the end, I let out a frustrated sigh and relented.
“Fine.
You win. Maybe I won’t go wandering at night anymore.”
“I’m
not trying to be a dickhead. I’m just trying to make you more aware of the
dangers,” he said, releasing me and taking a step back.
No, don’t go.
I’d
been warm with him on me. Warmer than I’d been in a very long time.
I
cleared my throat. “Job well done.”
He
seemed conflicted, his eyes wandering over me and then to his watch. He swore
under his breath. “I have to go.”
“Okay.”
He
eyed me seriously. “Think about what I said, yeah? Don’t have me worrying.”
I
only nodded and then he left, a question hanging in the air.
He hardly even knew me, so why would he worry?
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