Kim will be awarding a variety of prizes to randomly drawn commenters during the tour and these prizes are international. There are necklaces and e-books of Hands on Me, a Kim Carmichael Tote Bag and some vintage Harlequin romance books as well as 3 pieces of Kim Carmichael Skin Care. Also, autographed cover flats will be awarded at every stop.
by Kim Carmichael
After centuries of pining away for a love never realized, Therin's last assignment as a Cupid depends on helping the lonely, shy Lucy Carlton. The mission's success or failure will determine where he is transferred. He can study the heavens or be condemned to hell.
Lucy Carlton spent her life searching the stars for answers, but finds them in the form of a gorgeous man who comes in her dreams. Therin shows her the joys of physical pleasure and encourages her to try to find love. She wakes with a new found confidence, but soon her timid nature takes over and she retreats back to the comfort of her home…alone.
With only a week to decide his fate, Therin breaks every rule. What starts as a job to save himself, becomes a love that can never be…except maybe in eternity.
Dream, fantasy, illusion or vision, Lucy Carlton didn't care as long as it continued. Though her mind was foggy, deep in her conscious she had no doubt this experience was not real.
Only in her visions did the man she dreamed about appear in bed with her. His voice was soft and low, vibrating through her, and awakening her already ragged nerve endings.
Once he kissed her, she didn't care if she was hallucinating. All she wanted was one night with a man who could make the ache go away. Have a little time with someone focused on her, not be alone, and be connected to another.
When he said his name, she knew that person had to be Therin.
She moved to her back, needing to feel his weight on top of her, and make him as real as possible. Messy black shoulder-length hair framed his sculpted face, with silver eyes, made even more realistic by a bit of stubble and a body she would never be able wrap her arms around no matter how hard she tried. This was the man, the one she saw only in her dreams, because only her dreams could produce this man in bed with her.
His kisses turned hard, all-encompassing. They demanded she keep up, and it was all she could do to stay lucid enough to learn from his instruction.
Her body wanted to do something else. It wanted her to lean back and lap up Therin's unwavering attention. He roused every part of her, making her ache. She'd never got this far with a man. Never had another body against hers, never assessed such magnificent muscles under her fingertips, never felt any evidence a man wanted her.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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