Thursday, May 14, 2015

Promo: RIDE: PART 2 - THE BET

RIDE: PART 2 - THE BET Author:  A.C. James


Ride: Part Two – The Bet
Subtitle: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Puca Mates Short Book One)
Series: Puca Mates


Description Part Two:


PUCA MATES SHORT #2


*** This a NOT a full-length book. This novella is part one of a serial romance. ***


Felicity Forrest’s investigation to find the púca shape shifter responsible for strange accidents haunting a construction site takes an unexpected turn.


Niall O’Leary is tall, dark, and totally alpha. He’s also the Chieftan’s son. His mission collides with Felicity’s investigation and sparks fly. Will they pick up where they left off at the end of part one?




Reader Note: This book is for those who are 18+. It contains explicit language, sexual situations, and one helluva cliffhanger. However, if you like curvy shifter romance, a stallion who can’t resist his curvy woman, and a dash of humor, then this is the story for you. Please read these installments in order. Enjoy!


Puca Mates Series/Serial Reading Order:


Ride: Awakening – Part One
Ride: The Bet – Part Two
Ride: Out Cold – Part Three
Ride: The Veil – Part Four


Buy Links:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA


Excerpt:


Chapter 1


Felicity’s head pounded in rhythm to Cyn’s snoring, which she could hear her clear through the wall between their adjoining rooms. After a certain point the human body just doesn’t recover quickly enough; she imagined she’d passed that point around her fifth or sixth pint last night. Except, the really crazy part was she thought she’d only had one drink. Right? But that didn’t explain why it felt like someone was stabbing her through the eyes with an ice pick.
Felicity groaned.
All she knew was that she couldn’t stop thinking about that sexy, charming, infuriating man from the pub. Why did she think he was infuriating? Bloody hell, was he a double-dose of hotness! So then why the small pang of irritation, when he’d been polite, charming, and had even walked her back to Pier House? A man like that had ‘Cyn’ written all over him, but she seemed interested in Niall’s friend instead. She half wished it were the other way around, because she was working and not ready to jump into anything…except maybe a quick hop in the sack. Wham, bam, and back to London before anyone got their feelings hurt.
Nah, who was she trying to fool? She wasn’t ready—not yet. And it was way too much to think about until she had a cup of tea and two aspirin, anyway. She pulled a pillow over her head to drown out her friend’s excessive snoring and the morning light intruding into her room at Pier House.
But her mobile sounded off with a monotone robotic voice, telling her to answer it.
Damn. She really had to get rid of that obnoxious ringtone. Felicity felt around on the nightstand until her hand met with her phone, and she brought it to her ear. “Hello?”
“You sound hungover, but Cyn must be worse because she’s not even answering,” Nathan said.
Felicity had no idea how it’d gone with Tomas after he and Cyn left the pub together, but she wasn’t going to tell Nathan she’d met someone. She was sure to hear all about her friend’s evening over breakfast. Unless Cyn kept on snoring like that and missed the morning entirely.
“We had a late night. She’s still sleeping. That priest introduced me to the woman who took the photograph. Jenna Hall.”
“And what do you make of it?”
Felicity paused, not quite willing to commit to anything yet. “It’s hard to say, but after breakfast she’s going to show me where the photo was taken, and then we’ll take a look at the construction site where these ‘accidents’ are supposedly happening.”
“Well, keep me posted. Don’t forget to blog your preliminary findings. You know they love following along as the investigation unfolds,” Nathan reminded her.
“Right, right.”
After a cup of tea and two aspirin.
“And make sure you let me know if anything interesting happens. But I’ll speak to you later.”
“Right, I’ll ring you tonight then.”
Nathan paused. “One last thing before I go…”
“What?”
“I want you and Cyn to be safe out there.”
They were in the middle of nowhere—the Aran Islands were practically the end of the earth—but she knew what he meant. He was just doing what all men did when they were miles away from women they cared about, and when, in his case, he was completely in love with one of them. And Felicity knew all about interesting from some of the cases they’d had before. But the only thing intriguing was her dream last night, and that was a conversation to have with Cyn, not Nathan.
“We will. Speak to you later.”
She hung up and buried her head back under the pillow, from which she’d only partially emerged to take his call. She’d had the wildest dream. Definitely interesting, that was for sure. It was foggy, muddled, and messed-up, but thinking about it made her hot. She’d dreamed about Niall last night. And in that dream he’d walked her back to Pier House, but then he’d shifted into a black stallion with glowing eyes that shone as bright as the moon. She’d never had many erotic dreams, but maybe her imagination was on overdrive since it had been quite some time since she’d shagged anyone. After the break-up she’d buried herself in work.
Of course, she was sure her subconscious had injected the supernatural story she was chasing into her dreams. It was the first púca sighting Everyday Supernatural had investigated. From the moment the photographer told her about the portal, she’d had a powerful feeling that told her maybe there really was something going on. The rational and pragmatic Felicity reasoned there was an explanation, but the part of her that had investigated cases in the past, cases that proved to be the real deal, knew to follow her gut.
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