TITLE :
One To Save
Tia Louise
Contemporary Romance
DATE : March 26, 2015
One To Save
Tia Louise
Contemporary Romance
DATE : March 26, 2015
Cover Design by Steven Novak, www.novakillustration.com Photography by Lauren Perry, www.Perrywinklephotography.com
EARLY REVIEWERS ARE SAYING :
"In a tale of angst and pure raw heat, Tia Louise delivered a fabulous 'hold your breath' story for one of the hottest couples." --Kelli C., Goodreads"A sizzling, suspenseful romance that took me to another place. I completely lost myself in this book!" –Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads“The writing and storytelling were spellbinding. I read this book in one sitting because it was more than a romance book, it was also a suspenseful read.” –Four Chicks Flipping Pages
"I lost
myself in the darkness of trying to protect you..."
myself in the darkness of trying to protect you..."
Some threats come at you as friendly
fire.
fire.
Some threats take away everything.
Family won’t let you go down without a
fight.
fight.
The Secret isn’t as secure as Derek’s
team originally thought it was, and a person on the inside of Alexander-Knight
is set on exposing him, breaking him, and taking away all he holds dear.
team originally thought it was, and a person on the inside of Alexander-Knight
is set on exposing him, breaking him, and taking away all he holds dear.
Refusing to let anyone suffer for his
crimes, Derek takes matters into his own hands. He’s exposed, he’s
defenseless, but his friends are determined to save him.
crimes, Derek takes matters into his own hands. He’s exposed, he’s
defenseless, but his friends are determined to save him.
#SaveDerek
A STAND-ALONE, ONE TO HOLD NOVEL. Adult
Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is
not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is
not intended for readers under the age of 18.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT :
One
to Save
Page
1, Chapter 1: Secrets
Melissa
to Save
1, Chapter 1: Secrets
In the cool darkness of the semi-crowded
bar, I study the glass in front of me and consider my journey. Memories of my
old life fade like smoke in a glass. The shame that held me so tightly now
dances at the edges of my mind like the whisper of a bad dream, a flicker of
shadows that no longer make sense in my world.
Young women in their shiny slip dresses twist and laugh on the dance floor, but
instead of resentment, my lips melt into a smile. My old self—cynical, bitter,
defeated—is a memory I have to work to recall. These days I could dance all
night with them, but I’d rather spend my energy on other activities.
The slim glass holds a pale amber liquid, and I can’t resist taking a sip. An
involuntary wince pinches my eyes as I put it down. Seven and seven. Refreshing
citrus dragged down by the heavy undertone of whiskey. So gross.
Sliding my palms over my thighs, I realize my outfit isn’t much different from
those girls on the dance floor. The deep red silk is fitted at my waist, and
drapes loosely over my torso. My long dark hair is swept over one shoulder
revealing a thin spaghetti strap. I lightly touch the delicate gold chain
around my neck leading to the floating heart pendant that sits between my
collarbones, and light glances off the thick gold cuff on my wrist.
Unlike that first night, I’m alone here. My best friend Elaine is miles away
with her new husband, most likely indulging in that blissful honeymoon period
of early marriage. Make that, most certainly indulging. I know those two very
well.
I came by myself to the bar in Princeton after finishing my business with a
client in town. My infant son is back in Wilmington, spending the weekend with
his grandmother. Studying my hands, I admire the deep blue sapphire ring on my
finger, but I have no wedding band.
At thirty-two, I’m an unmarried mother of a beautiful little boy, and I
wouldn’t change a thing… Yet. The tiny silver scar at my hairline reminds me of
what a bad marriage is, and with my successful marketing business and the
gorgeous cottage at the beach that I own, I’m satisfied with my life, calm. Not
desperate. I’ll take my next steps deliberately, with confidence.
All these thoughts preoccupy my mind when I blink up and catch him watching me
from across the square-shaped bar. Blue eyes, strikingly blue because of the
way they stand out beneath his dark brow, coupled with collar-length thick dark
hair.
He’s massive, at least six-two, and elegantly dressed with a thick stainless
watch on his wrist. I can spot his type a mile away—rich, powerful, accustomed
to getting whatever he wants… I know what he wants. A smile teases at the
corner of my mouth. No coincidence I happened to look up at that exact moment
to catch his gaze.
He starts to move, but his eyes never leave mine. I don’t look away either. I
also know what I want. Thick cords of muscle ripple beneath the thin black
sweater he wears as he glides past the oblivious patrons talking and laughing.
Some are more animated than others, waving their arms and putting their drinks
in peril. A close beard shadows his face, and the muscles low in my pelvis
tighten at the thought of how it will feel brushing the soft skin of my inner
thighs...
bar, I study the glass in front of me and consider my journey. Memories of my
old life fade like smoke in a glass. The shame that held me so tightly now
dances at the edges of my mind like the whisper of a bad dream, a flicker of
shadows that no longer make sense in my world.
Young women in their shiny slip dresses twist and laugh on the dance floor, but
instead of resentment, my lips melt into a smile. My old self—cynical, bitter,
defeated—is a memory I have to work to recall. These days I could dance all
night with them, but I’d rather spend my energy on other activities.
The slim glass holds a pale amber liquid, and I can’t resist taking a sip. An
involuntary wince pinches my eyes as I put it down. Seven and seven. Refreshing
citrus dragged down by the heavy undertone of whiskey. So gross.
Sliding my palms over my thighs, I realize my outfit isn’t much different from
those girls on the dance floor. The deep red silk is fitted at my waist, and
drapes loosely over my torso. My long dark hair is swept over one shoulder
revealing a thin spaghetti strap. I lightly touch the delicate gold chain
around my neck leading to the floating heart pendant that sits between my
collarbones, and light glances off the thick gold cuff on my wrist.
Unlike that first night, I’m alone here. My best friend Elaine is miles away
with her new husband, most likely indulging in that blissful honeymoon period
of early marriage. Make that, most certainly indulging. I know those two very
well.
I came by myself to the bar in Princeton after finishing my business with a
client in town. My infant son is back in Wilmington, spending the weekend with
his grandmother. Studying my hands, I admire the deep blue sapphire ring on my
finger, but I have no wedding band.
At thirty-two, I’m an unmarried mother of a beautiful little boy, and I
wouldn’t change a thing… Yet. The tiny silver scar at my hairline reminds me of
what a bad marriage is, and with my successful marketing business and the
gorgeous cottage at the beach that I own, I’m satisfied with my life, calm. Not
desperate. I’ll take my next steps deliberately, with confidence.
All these thoughts preoccupy my mind when I blink up and catch him watching me
from across the square-shaped bar. Blue eyes, strikingly blue because of the
way they stand out beneath his dark brow, coupled with collar-length thick dark
hair.
He’s massive, at least six-two, and elegantly dressed with a thick stainless
watch on his wrist. I can spot his type a mile away—rich, powerful, accustomed
to getting whatever he wants… I know what he wants. A smile teases at the
corner of my mouth. No coincidence I happened to look up at that exact moment
to catch his gaze.
He starts to move, but his eyes never leave mine. I don’t look away either. I
also know what I want. Thick cords of muscle ripple beneath the thin black
sweater he wears as he glides past the oblivious patrons talking and laughing.
Some are more animated than others, waving their arms and putting their drinks
in peril. A close beard shadows his face, and the muscles low in my pelvis
tighten at the thought of how it will feel brushing the soft skin of my inner
thighs...
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From “Readers’ Choice” nominations,
to picking up USA Today “Happily Ever
After” nods, to winning a 2014 “Lady Boner Award” (LOL!), nothing makes her
happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the
Alexander-Knight world of stories.
to picking up USA Today “Happily Ever
After” nods, to winning a 2014 “Lady Boner Award” (LOL!), nothing makes her
happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the
Alexander-Knight world of stories.
A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the
USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she
hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public
locations...
USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she
hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public
locations...
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Books by Tia Louise:
One to Hold
(Derek & Melissa), 2013
(Derek & Melissa), 2013
One to Keep
(Patrick & Elaine), 2014
(Patrick & Elaine), 2014
One to Protect
(Derek & Melissa), 2014
(Derek & Melissa), 2014
One to Love
(Kenny & Slayde), 2014
(Kenny & Slayde), 2014
One to Leave
(Stuart & Mariska), 2014
(Stuart & Mariska), 2014
One to Save
(Derek & Melissa), 2015
(Derek & Melissa), 2015
One to Chase
(Amy & Marcus), coming June 25,
2015!
(Amy & Marcus), coming June 25,
2015!
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