Posted in Latest News on March 10th, 2014 by Cynthia Eden
Today is the release date of my latest tale of love and dark obsession–MINE TO CRAVE is out now!
HE TAKES WHAT HE WANTS.
From the moment that billionaire casino owner Drake Archer sees Jasmine Bennett, he’s obsessed. Consumed by desire for the mysterious redhead, Drake will do anything necessary to claim her. Yet as desire rages between them, danger is stalking ever closer. Drake’s past isn’t dead, and the ex-Special Forces agent will soon have to face the ghosts he left behind.
SHE’S HIDING SECRETS.
Jasmine isn’t who she pretends to be. She’s a woman on a mission—and she’s supposed to be stealing secrets from the mysterious Drake. Falling for him isn’t on her agenda, but when lust and love tangle together, all the rules get broken.
AN ENEMY IS CLOSING IN…
When Drake learns of Jasmine’s betrayal…all hell breaks loose. He knows that he should turn his back on her, but it’s too late for him. He can’t let her go, but he can teach her a lesson. No one betrays him…not without paying a heavy price. Drake will destroy all of the enemies on his trail, he’ll bury his past, and he’ll teach Jasmine to want only him…just as much as he craves her.
The digital version of MINE TO CRAVE is available for $2.99 (Kindle, Nook, All Romance eBooks, and iBooks). The print version of the book will also be available later this week for my readers who prefer the print copies.
To celebrate the release, I’m running lots of giveaways over at my Facebook page–I hope you can come over and join the fun!
And, to get you in the MINE TO CRAVE mood, here’s a short teaser for you:
“Rise and shine, princess…”
Jasmine’s eyes flew open and she jerked upright, a gasp shaking from her as her hands immediately flew out toward the rickety nightstand and the weapon that had better be there—
This isn’t my motel room.
Her hand slammed into a lamp and it went crashing to the floor.
“Interesting wake-up method you have there,” that deep, rumbling, very male voice told her.
Her gaze shot toward the doorway. Drake stood there, one sardonic blond brow lifted, a faint smirk quirking those sexy lips of his.
No, not sexy. They were hard. They were cruel. They were—
She focused on his eyes even as her hands snatched up the covers. “Did you ever think of knocking politely?”
“My house. My bedroom.” He shrugged. “Besides, it’s getting close to noon. I was afraid you were dead in here.”