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A 7-time Readers' Favorite Medal Winner. USA Today Bestselling Author. Mom to a half-feral princess. WOC. Former scientist. Recovering geek.
Lucy Leroux is the steamy pen name for author L.B. Gilbert. Ten years ago Lucy moved to France for a one-year research contract. Six months later she was living with a handsome Frenchman and is now married with an adorable half-french 5yo who won't go to bed on time.
When her last contract ended Lucy turned to writing. Frustrated by a particularly bad romance novel she decided to write her own. Her family lives in Southern California.
Lucy loves all genres of romance and intends to write as many of them as possible. To date she has published twenty novels and novellas. These includes paranormal, urban fantasy, gothic regency, and contemporary romances with more on the way.
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*For fans of paranormal romance and adventure check out the author's award-winning Elementals series under her maiden name L.B. Gilber
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Hold on,” Isaac went to the doorway to pick up the discarded heel. He handed it to her and then reached down, swinging her up into his arms.
“Agent Rivera,” Caroline hissed at him as he stepped into the hall.
“You shouldn’t put weight on that leg,” he said, effortlessly carrying her to the stairs. “Is the nurse practitioner the hotel has on call working tonight?”
“This is not a good idea. Please put me down,” Caroline said, squirming in his arms.
Clearly, she had never been dramatically swept off her feet before.
“Not until someone checks out that ankle,” he said.
Cringing in his arms, she turned her head to check their surroundings. “What if someone sees?”
“The nurse,” he prodded.
“We try not to call her in for staff unless it’s an emergency,” she said. “Which this isn’t. My ankle is just tender—I don’t need medical attention. And please take the service elevator at least.”
He shifted her weight, bringing that perfectly shaped leg up. “There’s no visible bruising. If it still hurts in the morning I want you to call her.”
Caroline groaned, giving up. She rested her head on his chest, going limp.
Isaac relaxed when she did, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. Don’t get used to it. But he couldn’t help himself. And he definitely shouldn’t get hard at the idea of carrying her over the threshold. That was just begging for trouble.