Noble Surrender! Featuring Té Russ...

It's Sensational Saturday and I'm excited that my girl from Texas is here again. If you missed yesterday's post, she's giving us another glimpse of her latest novel, Noble Love. She's always got something sweet and spicy cooking  up in the pages of her books...and this one is no different. Don't you just love the cover? Well you're gonna get heated from the book cover.

About the book:
He's one of the hottest celebrity chefs in Vegas. But when 'bad boy' Ian Noble returns home to Sweet Rapids, he meets his match in chemist Giselle Warren. 

Giselle doesn't date 'bad boys'. Or co-workers. So of course when Ian shows up to help his family's business, her rules seem to fly right out of the window.

The harder they try and fight their passion, the hotter the sparks become. And when they finally combust, neither of them is prepared for the path they end up on.

 

Excerpt:

Giselle was in the supply closet late one night, when she heard the door open. Ian walked in and smiled at her.

"Hey."

"Hey," she replied, and then rushed toward him, eyes wide. The heavy can of argan oil she'd been using to keep the door propped open shifted. "Ian! Don't let the door close! It's..."

Ian turned quickly, but wasn't quick enough.

"Broken."

"What?" he asked. "Broken?"

He reached for the doorknob and jiggled it.

"Stand back," he said.

"What are you going to do, Ian?" Giselle asked.

"I'm going to try and force it open."

Giselle chuckled and took a step back. Ian was obviously strong, from the muscles that bulged beneath his shirt, but she didn't think that even he was a match against the steel door. Ian slammed his shoulder against the door, but it didn't budge. After a few tries, he banged on the door.

"Ian, everyone else is gone." She looked at her phone. "The night guard won't be through for a few hours."

Ian sighed and turned to face her, his back pressed against the door.

"I'm sorry about getting us stuck in here."

"I've been in worse predicaments," she murmured as she scrolled through her phone. Maybe she could call Thomas. "Damn, no signal."

"I guess your boyfriend won't be coming to save the day then."

Giselle looked up at Ian, confused. "Boyfriend?"

Ian gave her a knowing look and she rolled her eyes, agitated. "I already told you. There's nothing going on between Thomas and me."

"Does he know that?" Ian asked, propping one foot against the door and crossing his arms across his chest.

"Of course he knows that."

"You keep going out with him nearly every day, you may be sending him mixed signals."

"It's just lunch. And we're co-workers. I go out with other co-workers for lunch all of the time."

"You haven't gone out with me for lunch."

"You haven't asked," Giselle said.

"And you haven't offered," Ian replied.

Giselle sighed. "Why do you care so much? Are you jealous or something?"

"Of Walsh?" Ian laughed. "Not in this lifetime. Or the next."

"Why are you so concerned about how I spend my time with him then?"

Ian pushed off of the door and walked toward her.

"Because Thomas Walsh is a no good son of a bitch and if you can't see that, then maybe you aren't as smart as everyone says you are."

"Fuck you, Ian."

He was in her face now, and getting on her nerves.

And turning her on at the same time.

His mouth spread into a wolfish grin. "Are you finally offering?"

"Finally offering'?" she repeated.

The nerve of his arrogant ass. So what if it was true that she desired Ian in a way that she'd never desired any other man before?

She stood there, glaring at him as her body grew more and more aroused every second that passed with him watching her like he could read her mind.

She wanted to smack that grin off of his face.

But instead, she found herself letting out a growl as she lunged at him. And crushed her lips to his.

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About Té Russ:
 
Té Russ found solace in literary arts at an early age. Reading was a vehicle which broadened her horizons as writing became a form of self-expression. She began writing love stories as an adolescent to expel her youthful thoughts of love into words. Since then she has gone from writing stories and thoughts of love in journals to attending college for journalism and falling in love, which has allowed those youthful words of love to blossom into a series of stories in her romance novels. When she doesn’t have her nose pressed deeply into a book or her fingers flying across the keyboard, this Texas wife and mother of three can be found jumping out of airplanes, cheering her husband on at the top of her lungs at MMA fights, buzzing down the interstate on the back of motorcycles, or kayaking.
 
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Email: terussnovels@gmail.com

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