Cover Reveal: Surrender to More by Rachel De Lune
Book: Surrender to More
Author: Rachel De Lune
Genre: Erotic Romance
Trust. A simple notion for some, but
impossibly out of reach for Jessica Riley. The walls around her heart
are built high from betrayal and years of keeping everyone at arm’s
length. She’s happy with the way her life is, or so she thought.
Hardcore Dom, Lucas Clark, was
immediately drawn to Jessica. As their paths continue to cross, Lucas
tests Jessica’s submissive nature, as well as her steadfast resolve
to keep her emotions out of her relationships. He wants more than
just sex. He demands Jess’ trust. The one thing she keeps locked
away.
As their bond intensifies, Jessica
fears that this Greek God will put the pieces of her heart back
together. Family, marriages and ghosts of her past all plague her
ability to trust her own decisions, especially the ones that revolve
around love.
A woman who’s afraid of heartbreak
fights her own surrender against the man who doesn’t let her play
it safe anymore.
Rachel De Lune writes emotionally
driven erotic romance. She began scribbling her stories in the pages
of a notebook several years ago. Today, she’s still scribbling
stories of dominance and submission and is looking forward to
releasing more books to the world.
Rachel lives in the South West of
England and daydreams about shoes, lingerie and chocolate, in-between
being a mum and a wife. She would love to give up her day job to
devote more time to her scribbles. For every woman who’s ever
desired more. www.racheldelune.com
“Excuse me, Ms. Riley?” A deep, smoky voice catches the attention of every atom of my being.
“Yes.” My breathy response
embarrasses me. “Um, yes. That’s me.” I straighten in my seat,
before I turn my eyes up to the man who spoke my name. Holy Jesus
Christ! A tall, dark haired, green eyed god stands before me.
He holds out his hand to introduce himself.
“I’m Dr. Clark. Dr. Cross is
running a little late. I thought I could get started with some of the
paper work while we wait.” I watch his lips move and I think I can
hear the words. My arm moves of its own volition towards his palm. My
hand slides into his and the gentle squeeze of his fingers around
mine melts a part of me inside. We shake. The contact lasts longer
than I’d usually be happy with. Not this time. I don’t want to
drop his hand.
“Pleased to meet you.” My voice
isn’t even recognisable as mine. I look up into his eyes and see
them darken before me, the pupils grow wider. My heart beats wildly
in my chest and I seat myself back down before my legs give out.
Dr. Clark steps around me and takes a
seat at the other end of the sofa. A cool, fresh scent fills my
senses as he passes and makes my core contract with excitement.
“If you would fill this out, please.”
He hands me a clipboard with some papers attached to it. I pull my
focus from the good Doctor and look at what he’s handed me. Name,
address, date of birth… mundane basic information to register with
The Clark Practice.
I dutifully start writing my details
with the pen clipped to the board. I try, really hard, not to sneak a
few glances back to Dr. Clark, but I can’t stop myself. My eyes
feel drawn to him. Magnetically being pulled to admire his stubble
covered jaw, his forest green eyes. Through the tops of my lashes I
notice that he hasn’t stopped his watch of me. That thought heats
my body faster than baking in the midday sun.
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