Holy hot-as-hell-cover, Batman! Man, do I have all the luck with awesome author friends and their super killer covers, or what?
So this book is #1 in a series, which means there will be more covers in our future. Yippee! Okay, okay, enough about the visual, what about the book? What’s it about?
Resplendent Ruin (Resplendence #1) Blurb
Juliette Mason had it all—the perfect job, the perfect home, the perfect fiancé. She lived the perfect life. Until everything started to slowly fall apart.
Daniel, her attractive and success-driven fiancé, was the love of her life. For years she wanted nothing more than to finally walk down the aisle, to be Mrs. Daniel Clarke. But as time went by, the cracks in their relationship started to come to the surface, and Juliette found herself in a place she never imagined she would be. It was a place where she started to question everything about her life and her dreams, a place where nothing about her life made sense anymore—a place where she found Knox Taylor.
Knox didn’t count on falling in love. In fact, Knox didn’t count on anything really. He was blissfully happy living a fast life of reckless behavior, impulsive decisions, and beautiful women. He lived the perfect life of a flourishing bachelor—but then she happened.
Want a taste? Read on!
“Why are you in my room?”
Juliette yelped and jumped at the same time. She dropped the cuff which was still clutched in her hand, and the sound echoed through the room as it clashed against the bedpost.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, holding her hand against her chest. Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, and she could feel all the blood drain from her body, rushing to her burning cheeks.
“Why are you in my room?” His voice was right behind her now, and she swallowed hard. Not wanting to turn around and let him see the embarrassment on her face, she kept her back to him.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered and tried to scurry past him. But before she was able to make a getaway, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. A shockwave of extreme undiluted need shot up from his touch, through her spine, straight to her core. Holy crap, she couldn’t breathe.
His stare burned through her skin and her body felt like it was on fire. Startled by what she felt, she looked up at him.
His midnight hair was damp and unruly as ever, and his face slightly flushed.
There was no stopping her gaze from moving down.
“I, um…I…” She couldn’t think of a single thing to say, not one damn thing as she stared at his incredibly well-built, unbelievably toned chest with the faint dusting of black chest hair.
Down, down, down—like Alice in the rabbit hole—her attention went, until they reached the very prominent, very masculine V. Or what Lexi would call it, the “penis-pointer.”—Oh no, she didn’t? Did she just think about his…
Yes. Yes, she did.
“Up here, sweetheart,” he said, still clutching her wrist.
Her gaze shot up, another wave of embarrassment making its way to her already burning face. He had that damn arrogant grin he wore so well on his face. He knew the effect he had on her. He knew every dirty little thought that flashed through her mind during the last five seconds. Smug bastard!
She jerked her arm out of his hold and her skin instantly mourned the loss. “I just came to return your jacket.” It was a miracle that she didn’t stutter since she couldn’t form a single sentence in her head.
His arm dropped to his side and her eyes followed the movement. That’s when she noticed the white towel wrapped around his waist. For a split second the thought of what was behind that flimsy white towel made her thighs clench and her stomach tighten.
He cocked a brow. “And you needed to put it in my room?”
“Well,” she searched for words, or an explanation, or something, “I just wanted to make sure you got it back safely.” Well, I certainly aced that explanation.
He looked at her suspiciously, and then his eyes went dark. “Whatever. You can leave now.” He dismissed her.
Oh hell no!
She gave a step forward. “Do you think that women actually find this whole jackass approach of yours attractive?” she spat out.
“I don’t know, do you?”
Struggling—yet again—to think on her feet, she just stared at him, completely blank. Nice.
He gave a step toward her, traces of the darkness in his eyes she saw a second ago gone. What she could only interpret as a sexy-as-hell grin crossed his face, showing off his ridiculously distracting dimples.
I want to trace those dimples with my tongue… Stop!
All of a sudden the entire atmosphere between them changed from awkward, to angry, to—electrifying. Her skin tingled, and she was suddenly painfully aware that except for the flimsy towel wrapped around his waist, he was completely and utterly naked.
With somewhat furrowed brows and the corners of his mouth pulled back just enough for her to wonder if he was about to smile or frown, he slowly started toward her. With each step he took, she instinctively gave one step back. This was probably what trapped prey felt like being stalked by a wild, hungry predator. Adrenalin would pump through the prey’s veins as it prepared to run for its life or brace itself for impact. The only difference was that the adrenalin pumping through her veins was for an entirely different reason than wanting to escape her predator. In fact, she wanted to run to the predator.
Stupid, stupid prey!
She inhaled sharply when her back hit the wall. Her body started to shiver as he leaned into her. Heat burned through her skin while her heart beat wildly inside of her chest.
He placed his hands flush against the wall just above her shoulders and looked down at her, his eyes a frenzy of heat and seduction. Every inch of her body felt electrified, like it was leaning over the edge of unadulterated lust in search of ecstasy.
He cocked his head to the side and he stared at the soft, exposed skin of her neck. She was pretty sure he could have seen the vein pulsating to the rhythm of her heart. She felt completely intoxicated by the way he moved, the way he smelled, and the way it felt having him so close up against her. She closed her eyes and felt him slowly trace the edge of his nose up her neck, all along her jaw until she could feel his lips brush against her ear.
“Tell me, Jules,” he whispered, the words coated with sheer unmistakable allure.
“Tell you what?” she asked dazed. She could not remember what the hell they were talking about.
He focused all his attention on her lips while he kept his mouth mere inches from hers. It was complete agony having his lips so close to hers and not being able to feel it.
“Do you find my jackass approach attractive?”
His warm breath waved over her wet lips and an inferno of flames erupted inside of her, leaving her incapable of thinking about anything else than what his lips would feel like pressed firmly against hers.
Ack! That’s it? *Fans face* Damn, I need more! I’m sure you do, too.
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In the meantime, here’s a little tattoo info from the author :).
So, I thought an interesting subject to tackle today would be…
And the fact that the sexy as hell cover of my novel has a guy with killer back muscles which are literally screaming for me to touch it, sporting an epic tattoo has nothing to do with my choice of subject…
Okay… that’s a lie… It’s totally got everything to do with it.
So in my wildest dreams I never thought Knox’s tattoo could look that good. Of course I’ve imagined him in very hot and steamy scenes which involved those beautifully rippled, hard muscles flexing and moving, allowing that tattoo to come to life beneath Juliette’s fingers, – or mine. But when I saw that tattoo for the first time, I squealed like a damn teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
I mean, look at that tattoo! Do you blame Juliette for wanting Knox’s body so bad? That tattoo just screams brooding bad boy. And who doesn’t want to get their hands on a bad boy? I know I do. Knox is wild, untamed, and he just oozes sex appeal and promises of dangerously pleasurable nights – or days – nights and days. And that tattoo… well that tattoo is just like the cherry on the delicious looking frosting if you ask me.
Can you imagine being able to trace your fingertips across every little line of that tattoo? Holy crap-sticks, I would have the time of my life! I’ve zoomed in on that cover picture – a lot – and I’ve seen every last detail of that amazing tattoo. There are a lot of lines to trace, people, a lot of body to cover with a fingertip. Oh, it would be heaven wrapped up in a little bow of blue.
Okay – so I’m going to stop right there before I get too carried away, which I would probably enjoy way too much, which I’m guessing my husband would not appreciate. Besides, writing this little piece reminded me that I have to email the artist pronto and find out who that damn model is. Surely as the author, one of the perks should be getting those cover models’ phone numbers?
Oh in a perfect world!
Ha ha – who is the hilarious author behind this awesome book?
Bella J lives in Cape Town, South Africa, with her husband, two kids, and a Chihuahua. Her love for writing started in eighth grade when she received her first writing assignment—which she flunked. But the positive side of her failure—her newly-found passion for writing. The negative side—now she’s completely spaced out half of the time living in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot heroes.
Resplendent Ruin, Resplendence Book #1, will be released on November 16th 2015, and is her first published novel. Check in on www.lsbooks.com regularly for pre-order info.