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About the author:
H.G. Lynch is a Scottish paranormal romance author who lives with her boyfriend, five bunnies, two hamsters and Tonto the cat.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Curious, I flicked the new guy another glance. He was leaning back in his seat casually, the sleeves of his white button-down shirt pushed up to his elbows, and sure enough, I noticed the ribbon of ink wound around his right forearm. Lifting my gaze, I scanned his face. Sharp cheekbones, full lips, black hair that fell in unruly waves over his forehead. There was the glint of metal in one corner of his lower lip. I couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were, but he was definitely attractive, and he probably knew it. He had that air about him. Sort of arrogant, uncaring. And dangerous. The kind of dangerous that came with future jailtime.
Suddenly, as if he’d felt me staring, the new boy’s eyes flicked up and landed on me. I froze, my breath catching, feeling like a deer in the headlights. My first thought was that his eyes were very green. Green and cold. Staring into them was a shock, like having an ice-cube dropped down the back of my shirt.