Alaska Night by Daisy Sweeney

An arrogant stranger with a mysterious past. An innocent girl desperate to heal her broken family. Thrown together by fate, they find themselves fighting a harsh Alaskan winter. Will they ignore their blistering sexual chemistry or will they give in under the skies of an Alaska Night?

Jules Harper knows that no one comes to Bright Bay in the middle of winter. But one January morning, Night Calloway proves her wrong, riding into the wild woods, ready to break hearts with his chiseled body and grass green eyes. He’s there to make fast money and get away from the dark past that’s been chasing him in the lower 48. If he warms the bed of every pretty girl in town while he does it, all the better. He’s scored logging work with the help of the town’s golden boy and he plans on sweating hard, pocketing the cash and moving on.

Then he sees her.

A sweet-faced local girl raising her little sister, begging her alcoholic father to pick life over death, forced to grow up before her time—the first real emotion Night has felt in years is to protect Jules. But she’s heard the rumors. He’s in town to steal the jobs, and the women. Yet somehow, as soon as he locks his tattooed arms around her, she’s ready to stay in them forever. She doesn’t care that she has no idea who he was before he roared into Alaska.

Just as she falls hard, her world is consumed with dangerous accusations, breathless calls and nightly disappearances. Jules wants to jump to Night’s defense, but when he’s accused of terrible crimes, she doesn’t know if Bright Bay is plotting to bring an outsider down or if she’s really in bed with the enemy. Tangled in a web of lust and law-breaking, Jules knows what her real fear is: When winter ends, will Night disappear with it?

SKU: B07LCSF4WQ Category: Contemporary Tags: angst, broken families, Daisy Sweeney, new adult, redemption, small town romance

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Daisy Sweeney is an East Coast girl who loves all four seasons, cozy sweaters, and the endless possibilities of love. She believes a nice cup of tea can brighten a gloomy day, that happily-ever-afters always prevail, and is thrilled to be making her New Adult debut with the novel, Alaska Night.

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Here is a short sample from the book:

“Who are you?” I ask hazily.

He furrows his brow and says, “Maybe you hit your head harder than I thought. We’ll have to watch for signs of a concussion.”

“No, sorry,” I pause, and try to concentrate on forming a coherent sentence, “I mean, what’s your name?”
His face, which was full of worry, relaxes a bit as he answers.

“Night. Night Calloway.”

Night? Like the sky? Or more like knight in shining armor?

“I guess you could say that,” he responds with a grin, and I realize I’ve said that last part out loud instead of in my head. Uggh, I’m such an idiot. Maybe I do have a mild concussion after all.

“Okay, enough talk, let’s get you out of here.”

Night has me turn slowly so that my back is facing him. “That’s it. Now lie down if you can.”

Gradually, he pulls me toward him with his strong hands gripping me under my arms, so that he won’t further hurt my ribs. When my head nears the open door, he drops low, collapsing my body onto his, before straightening up again with me in his arms.

“We’re going to have to leave your car here,” he says, stating the obvious, and I’m too stunned by his firm hold on me to speak or bemoan the fact that Tin Lizzie is most likely headed for the junkyard after this. It’s probably for the best that I stay silent, as I’m liable to say something stupid again, so instead I just concentrate on the woodsy scent coming from his neck. There’s a tiny stretch of stubble under his jaw that he must have missed when shaving, and I can see the faintest suggestion of another tattoo.

He carries me up the side of the embankment and when we reach the road, I turn my head away from the warmth of his body to look for his car before I spot the motorcycle that I saw at the diner.

“You’re going to kill us in this with that,” I mumble, indicating the storm, then his bike.

He smiles and says, “Don’t worry, I have a steady hand.”

Guiding me onto the back, he offers me his helmet before hopping on himself, and says, “Just lean into me and hold on tight.” I feel awkward as I place my arms around his midsection, but as the engine thunders and we cautiously head off, I slowly begin to bask in the feeling of having something so solid to rest on. Beneath my hands, I can feel his rock hard body, his every breath, and maybe even his heartbeat. . .although at this point, I might be hallucinating that too.

Visibility is low, and I don’t know how he’s seeing through this mess without a helmet, but something deep inside me keeps saying that we’re going to make it through okay. Darkness has all but overwhelmed us when I stop to think that I never told him how to get to Dawn’s house and that we’ve drifted at least a mile, maybe more, away from it.

“Where are we going?” I try to shout into his ear above the wind and the rumbling of his bike.

I can’t hear what he shouts back, but it ends up sounding like, “Home,” before everything in front of me fades to an intoxicating, lullaby shade of black.