THE FIVE DEATHS OF ROXANNE LOVE
August 27, from Pocket Books
RT Book Reviews Top Pick! “Fascinating…powerful…beautifully wrought.”
Publishers Weekly: “Intense and Satisfying”
Literal Addiction: “The best book I’ve read all year.”
Roxanne Love is a miracle. Ask anyone. She’s died and miraculously recovered not once, not twice, but three times. In the way of the world, however, the media has turned these miracles into something vile and each time it happens, the furor of public opinion has Roxanne retreating into herself. She yearns to be normal—just another young woman trying to find her way in the world. But her twin brother seems just as determined to keep them both in the spotlight.
Unknown to Roxanne, her survivals have drawn the attention of a reaper who thinks he’s been cheated. Assuming the body of a suicidal cop in the moment before the trigger is pulled, the reaper becomes Santo Castillo. He has one goal: track down Roxanne Love and reap her once and for all. But with his borrowed body, comes emotions that the reaper hadn’t counted on and now he’s in deep and falling deeper….in love, that is, with a human woman he can never have.
Here’s a little taste of THE FIVE DEATHS OF ROXANNE LOVE. I hope you enjoy it!
For a long moment, Santo simply stared, his gaze so intent Roxanne felt as if he was memorizing her features. Emotions echoed in that look. Emotions she felt reverberating deep inside her. He touched her cheek with gentle fingers.
“You’re important to me,” he murmured.
The words were a balm to her battered soul. She let them sink in and begin to heal wounds she hadn’t known she’d been nursing.
“I don’t mean to push you away,” she said in a low voice. “If that’s what you think I’m doing. It’s not on purpose.”
“That’s good news. Because I wasn’t going to let you.”
He rotated smoothly, tucking her body beneath his and bracing above her. Without waiting for permission this time, he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her softly. His tongue made a lazy sweep of her lips before parting them. Roxanne let her questions fade at the same time she let herself be swept away.
He tasted of toothpaste and heat, a drugging combination that made her want to lose herself in him and never surface. His weight pressed her back into the softness of the mattress, the hard shape of him filling an emptiness that had grown huge and hot since he’d touched her for the first time.
He didn’t kiss like an angel. He kissed like sin itself.
His eyes were closed, his lashes fanned against his cheeks. He shifted his hips against hers and her legs fell open, letting him slide between. If he asked her to make cake-eating babies with him right now, she’d say yes without hesitation.
Her breasts felt heavy, sensitive to his touch, her nipples pebble hard. With his lips, he explored her throat, the hollows around her collarbone, the shell of her ear. But always he returned to her mouth and the melting kisses that she couldn’t get enough of.
He’d said he was the one and she felt the truth of that with every cell in her body.
“Louisa’s just in the kitchen,” Roxanne breathed when his hands slipped beneath the waist of her stretchy pants.
“I want you to lock the door.”
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