Title: Prophet
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Enemies-to-lovers Romance
Release Date: September 14, 2018
Blurb
Money is my mistress.
Solving problems, my trade.
Until the tables
turn, and trouble finds me.
turn, and trouble finds me.
Now on the run, I need a plan.
But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.
Maggie.
Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.
I don’t trust her and
with good reason.
with good reason.
My plan is simple: use her.
Then I kiss her. Touch her.
Crave her.
Crave her.
She was my way out,
now she’s my downfall.
now she’s my downfall.
Prophet is
a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.
a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.
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Excerpt
Maggie
saunters through one of the bay doors in greasy coveralls, much like the ones
on the bathroom floor last night.
saunters through one of the bay doors in greasy coveralls, much like the ones
on the bathroom floor last night.
Two thick raven braids like shiny rope trail over her shoulders. She has a completely
different look. Younger. Innocent. A stark contrast to the fierce woman last
night who could hold her own, not backing down no matter the situation.
different look. Younger. Innocent. A stark contrast to the fierce woman last
night who could hold her own, not backing down no matter the situation.
I feast on her delicate bone structure and smooth moves. Elegance seeps from her every
pore despite being covered in grease. I saw the same last night. Even naked and
fighting, or shivering and vulnerable, she was pure grace.
pore despite being covered in grease. I saw the same last night. Even naked and
fighting, or shivering and vulnerable, she was pure grace.
She’s both queen and warrior. A young Elizabeth Taylor or Grace Kelly with her small, pert
nose; full, perfectly symmetrical lips, and high cheekbones; and her enigmatic
eyes.
nose; full, perfectly symmetrical lips, and high cheekbones; and her enigmatic
eyes.
The bruising on her neck jerks me from my trance. She didn’t bother to hide the
marks from our altercation last night, and it’s the first thing blond boy
notices.
marks from our altercation last night, and it’s the first thing blond boy
notices.
I gnash my teeth together at the scarlet markings on her pale flesh. My fingerprints,
angry and raw, band her throat, and it’s as if I feel her thumping pulse again.
angry and raw, band her throat, and it’s as if I feel her thumping pulse again.
The violent and sudden urge to hit something erupts within me. I don’t hurt women. Never.
But I also never give anyone the chance to kill me. The jury is still out on
whether that was why she was at the loft.
But I also never give anyone the chance to kill me. The jury is still out on
whether that was why she was at the loft.
Golden Boy attempts to touch, but she steps back. Undeterred by her rebuke, he leans in to
kiss her, hungry. Again, she shifts slightly, his lips brushing her cheek
instead of her mouth. His face flushes like a little boy put in the corner.
kiss her, hungry. Again, she shifts slightly, his lips brushing her cheek
instead of her mouth. His face flushes like a little boy put in the corner.
Boyfriend? Friend? Either way, things aren’t all rosy, not with the move she just made.
He follows her like a puppy dog inside the building. A slow, easy smirk slides across my
face. She’s got him by the balls. Better him than me.
face. She’s got him by the balls. Better him than me.
My phone vibrates, and I glance at the text with an encrypted attachment.
Paddy:
You’re going to want to see this.
You’re going to want to see this.
The file is brief, but enough to almost choke me with the details. Any residual shame from
the way I handled her last night evaporates.
the way I handled her last night evaporates.
Glimpsing the sable-haired beauty disappearing from my view, my blood simmers, both
satisfied with being right about her and incensed at her deception. Last
night’s mix-up at the loft wasn’t a fluke.
satisfied with being right about her and incensed at her deception. Last
night’s mix-up at the loft wasn’t a fluke.
There’s more to Maggie than meets the eye. She may be the perfect portrait of class,
but I see under her veneer. She’s a fake.
but I see under her veneer. She’s a fake.
Author Bio
S.M. West writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart
desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and
writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and
writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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