Release blitz: Miami Hush Club Episode 3 by Michelle Warren (excerpt + Giveaway!)
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Miami Hush Club episode 3 by Michelle Warren
I
always believed that girls like me didn’t find happily-ever-afters.
But
despite my sordid past and personal demons,
the
Miami Hush Club promised to make my every fantasy a reality.
With
a membership,
they
could gift me my dream job,
dream
car, dream house,
and
the perfect life for me and my little family.
They
easily sucked me into the madness and twisted me inside out,
caging
me until I didn’t know right from wrong.
The
steep price of entry?
My
darkest secret.
There’s
only one problem.
Some
secrets destroy.
Some
crush.
Some
fragment.
Some
even endanger the ones I love,
and
the one man I never imagined I would.
Because
some secrets, when shared, give power.
And
power is a dangerous thing.
Especially
when the one pulling my strings, playing god,
has
the terrifying means to destroy me.
And
worst of all, after I’ve given my secret away,
I
find the only thing that’s left is my wrecked and tortured soul.
But
guess what?
Nothing’s
safe.
The
club can take that too.
Michelle Warren didn't travel the road to writer immediately. She spent over a decade as professional Illustrator and designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction, paranormal and fantasy led her to write her first YA novel, Wander Dust. Michelle loves reading and traveling to places that inspire her to create. She lived in South Beach, Miami for six years, which inspired the Miami Hush Club, but currently resides in downtown Chicago.
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Excerpt:
I’ve let myself run wild since I arrived in Miami. I’ve been the
disgraceful person that I only allow myself to be when my child is not around.
Since Hayden’s been with me all day, he’s forced that part of me to hide away.
But being with Vega somehow urges me to toe the line between good and bad, mom
and secret lover. With him, there’s a balance that I’ve always craved.
“Let me convince you.” Vega’s voice is as low and enticing as
it’s always been—deep, raspy, made even sexier by his accent.
I can’t seem to stop him when he pulls me to stand. Our bodies
press against each other, touching, touching, touching everywhere, the way we
shouldn’t. My breathing picks up, heart thundering in my chest at my
conflicting feelings.
He positions one of my hands on his shoulder and the other
clasps and twines with his, locking my fingers near his heart. Slowly we sway,
starting to dance, where he takes me back to the very first time that we met in
the nightclub, back when I didn’t know who he was. Now I want to know every
part of him—inside and out.
He lowers his face near mine, and his dark scruff brushes over
my cheek. The heat from his breath races over my bare shoulder, bathing me in
the irresistible impulse to be close, to do what I want, and to take charge of
my life in a way I haven’t in a long time.
“Relax,” he purrs in my ear. “It’s just a dance, chica.”
He’s said it before a few times, but our situation is so much
more than that, and we both know it. It always has been. The attraction between
us is thick, compressing us together in a way I can’t and don’t want to try to
control anymore.
Our hips touch, rotating in an alluring and passionate dance
that pulls me under his spell. Just when I feel his hardness behind the fabric
of his linen pants press into my stomach, making me want to lift myself to
connect it with the spot between my legs, his hand slides to my ass and he cups
his fingers around the curve of it, lifting my leg to secure the back of my
knee to his hip. The movement is swift and sure, a dance move, in reaction to
the music or maybe my rapidly beating heart.
He slides a hand up my thigh beneath my sundress until it splays
across my ass cheek, his fingers grazing over the crotch of my bathing suit.
The smell of sunshine, salt, and sweat of the day lingers on our skin. I smell
it on him, on me, our pheromones mixing in a potent concoction that reeks of
lust.
When the song fades into another, he releases me, then steps
away and kisses the ridge of my hand, right between the fingers. His tongue
flicks there, the intense sensation shooting through my body and into my bikini
bottoms.
I can’t help thinking it’s an unspoken message between us. My
long fingers symbolize my legs and the gentle curve connecting them with my
sex. And as I savor the feel of his tongue stroking that defined spot, I become
wetter, remembering what it feels like with his head resting between my thighs.
“I want to show you something,” he says.
Anything, I want to say because I’m deep under his exotic spell.
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