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C. R. Riley has always been a romantic at heart. She writes Contemporary Romance Novels that are both sweet and sexy. Believes romance comes in all shapes and sizes, that some stories are slow and easy, while others are fast and complicated. In each new book, she does her best to bring her characters to life so readers can feel as if they really know them.
A fan of all things romance and the stories that lead to happily-ever-after endings. Her female characters are often bold, sassy, strong, and independent women. Many have had to fight hard for what they have, making them a force. They are often paired with men who are equally as valiant, sexy, arrogant, and confident. Creating some hot, steamy, fun, and extremely entertaining stories that will keep you interested from the beginning all the way to the end.
C. R. Riley loves her family, friends, and being an author. It brings her so much joy to write and share it all with those who read her books. Her goal is to bring a little happiness to others to make life a little bit more enjoyable.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I stand from my spot in the chair I’ve spent hours in and amble over to her bed. As I stare at her, I am reminded of the fairytales my sister Isabel is often engrossed in. She and I have watched them all so many times that I could give you a play-by-play. It is also a great possibility that I’d win some trivia games about them.
Two of those countless stories come to mind while I watch Violet lie perfectly still. Her body is fighting to stay alive, denying her earlier request when all hell broke loose. She looks as if she is only sleeping when in reality it is way worse. It has me truly frightened that we’ve wasted away most of our time together.
My hand moves without being instructed to do so. Brushing her chocolate-colored hair from her face. It traces the contours of her features, taking in every curve and line. My fingers skim over her eyebrows, as my mind recalls how her brown eyes change depending on her mood. Right now, I wish she’d open them so I could appreciate the transformation. Study them closely while her eyes lighten or darken in that unique and amazing way they do.
My eyes shift to her lips. They are usually perfect appearing soft lips. Often covered in shades of pinks and reds, just subtle enough to attract attention. Even cracked and dry, they draw mine. Not just my attention, but they seem to be enticing my lips to want to connect with them. Appreciate exactly how they would feel against mine.
Leaning forward, I find myself running my thumb over hers first. My mind recalls how two of the princes in those fairytales broke the spell that had been cast on their princesses with a kiss. Not just a kiss. It had been one with promise and sentiments that in no way had been faked.
I realize now that over these last several months, I’ve developed more than just an infatuation for this woman. When I wasn’t paying attention, I’d fallen for her fully and completely. Even though she’d done her best to push me far away, it seemed she’d failed royally.
Therefore, I start to wonder if there is some truth in those stories. Start to let myself believe in the power of something I hadn’t considered until this very moment. Funny how when it hits you, you are futile to fight against it, instead you begin letting it suck you in and overtake you.
Which can only explain how my lips land on hers. Clarify why they remain there while I give her everything I possess. I don’t move until hers twitch slightly against my hand, the one that is caressing her face.
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