About the book
Ophelia Broulliard’s life has always been linked to the wealthy
and powerful DuChamps family. The granddaughter of the family’s housekeeper,
she’s worshipped Vincent DuChamps from afar--the ever unattainable prince in
her fairy tale dreams. Little does she know that Vincent harbors his own secret
feelings for her, but other darker secrets that he sees as an insurmountable
obstacle to ever being the man she deserves, have prompted him to avoid her
altogether.
When Thomas, the family
patriarch dies, his will bears some unpleasant surprises for them both. Thomas
wants nothing more than for Vincent and his siblings to be happy, and in his
final act as the only father figure they’ve ever had, engineers a series of
contingencies in his will that require them each to face their demons. Only too aware of what Vincent really feels
for Ophelia, Thomas creates a situation that will force Vincent to confront his
feelings. Unless, Vincent and Ophelia
marry, Vincent and his siblings will lose everything, including the family
business.
Forced into such close proximity, denying their attraction for
one another becomes impossible. But even
as they grow closer, other threats to the future of DuChamps Hotels and all
that Vincent holds dear threaten to destroy their burgeoning relationship.
Ophelia has played it safe her whole life. Taking a risk on Vincent is a
frightening prospect. Will it be worth it, or will his secrets break both their
hearts?
An excerpt from Been Loving You Too Long
The girlhood crush had never quite
vanished, but this almost painful need was too much to bear. She could smell his cologne, the scent light
and subtle, but wholly masculine. It
made her want to rub against him like a cat, just so she could smell his scent
on her.
While he stared down at her hand,
applying the small bandage, she stared at his face, noting the dark shadows
beneath his eyes. They told the truth of
how difficult it was for him. It wasn’t
just that he and Thomas were family.
Thomas had been his mentor, his friend, and the only father he’d ever
known. Vincent respected and admired
him, but more than that, he needed him.
“You look tired, Vincent.”
He quirked an eyebrow, his expression
sardonic. “So I hear.”
It had slipped out, an admission that
she shouldn’t have made. Acknowledging
to anyone how frequently Vincent crossed her mind or how often she studied his
face was dangerous.
When he looked up at her, their gazes
locked and Ophelia’s breath simply froze.
Her lungs seized and she could do nothing but stare into his coal-black
eyes and pray that everything she felt for him wasn’t written all over her
face.
It was only when he drew her hand up
and placed it against his chest, directly over his racing heart that she
realized he’d even still been holding it.
The firmness of muscle and the springy mat of chest hair beneath the
cotton of his shirt was too much temptation to resist. She caressed that muscle lightly and watched
as his eyes blazed with lust.
His expression changed to something
she could only describe as carnal, predatory even. He stepped closer to her,
backing her against the island.
She let out a sigh, savoring the
sensation of his closeness, of the heat from his body scorching her.
His mouth was only inches from her and
the anticipation of waiting for the kiss that seemed so inevitable was
agonizing. “Tell me to stop,” he
demanded.
“You shouldn’t,” she whispered, unable
to find her voice.
“I shouldn’t stop or I shouldn’t kiss
you, Ophelia? Which is it?”
She knew the right answer, the answer
she ought to give. Instead, she sank
against him, savoring the heat, the hard planes of his body against hers. Her eyes closed softly as she raised her lips
to his.
The heat between them sparked, flared,
then raged out of control. She might
have initiated that first tentative touch of their lips, but he quickly seized
the reins.
His lips were firm as they settled
over hers, demanding. When his teeth
scraped her bottom lip, nipping roughly and then soothing with his tongue, she
couldn’t hold back the low moan. Each
gentle tug and pull as he sucked at her lips, the sensual glide of his tongue
against hers as he swept it into her mouth was overwhelmingly intense.
It was as if he’d peered inside her
and knew what she wanted even before he she did. Heat suffused her, spreading throughout her
body. He tasted of bourbon and the spice
that was simply him. Sliding her hands
up and over the breadth of his shoulders, she clasped her hands behind his
neck, bringing them even closer.
Release Date 6-11-13, only at Amazon. Priced at 2.99. Next book in the series will be out in
August!
Author Bio:
Seraphina Donavan is a hopeless
romantic with a wicked & oh-so-dirty mind! Those things, combined with her
love of writing, prompted her to take the leap and transform those fantasies
into written words on a page. As a curvy girl herself, Seraphina has made it a
point to celebrate those women with delicious curves with her work through
writing about them and the hot men who love them.
She currently has 15 published
books & is working on many more...
Living in Central Kentucky,
Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, and has recently left the
workforce to become a full time and, hopefully, best-selling author. She lives
in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time
with her fur babies. Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on
your mind. She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from anyone!
Email:
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