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 It was time to give their angel wings...
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Shannon Reckler

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Shannon Reckler is a southern girl at heart, who grew up in a small town in North Carolina. She currently is finishing college, and living in the mountains. Her feline, Ember, keeps her company while she is up late trying to finish whatever story is locked in her mind. She is passionate about writing as well as cooking. Nothing means more to her than her family and friends, and she can’t wait to return to her hometown someday. Shannon is a true hopeless romantic and believes in a soul mate for everyone, and that you should love as much as you possibly can. She knows life is short, and feels that there is no point in wasting it on a life you don’t want to live, so she plans to have fun and enjoy every moment.

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STORY EXCERPT

 She took a step out into her bedroom and finally decided to face the two men that were still sleeping in her bed.

Hunk number 1, the one farthest away from her, was lying on his back with one arm outstretched. She remembered waking up with a lump under her head, and she guessed it had probably been his arm. His other arm was above his head, with his face turned toward the window. His skin was tanned, and she guessed he probably had some foreign blood in him. He had black hair that was cut short, high cheekbones, full lips and a more pointed nose.

He was definitely built in the muscles department, with an outie belly button accompanying his six-pack abs. His hips V-ed into an impressive cock that was lying flaccid on his thigh. His right leg was bent, and she could see his balls lying in between his legs. She was impressed that he was completely clean shaven. His legs were covered in a fine dusting of black hair, and even his feet were neat and clean.

Kyra bit her lips as she thought about how impressive his penis would be when it was hard. As if he felt her stare, his cock twitched and she almost felt guilty for staring. But a quick peek at both of their faces, and the soft snore that greeted her ears, told her that they were both still passed out.

Hunk number 2 was curled into the middle of the bed, like he had been holding her or was hoping she would return. Because of where she was standing, she couldn’t see his face. His hair was brown and shaggy, with a slight curl in the back. His back was muscled and lean, he seemed thinner than Hunk 1, but only slightly. His butt was shapely, and Kyra resisted the urge to caress it. She had always been a sucker for a man with an amazing ass.

Hunk 2 started to shift, and she decided to head out into the living room. She needed to find her purse and her cell phone. She quietly opened her bedroom door and shook her head at the scattering of clothes that lined her hallway.

When she found her bra, she noticed that it wasn’t just lying on the floor, but it was in two different pieces.

Seriously, what happened last night?

By this time, she was practically running into the kitchen of her apartment. It was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom place with a large living area that opened up into her kitchen as well. In the small entryway of her apartment, she found her purse lying on the table by the door. She sent up a prayer as she fished out her cell phone. She hit speed dial 3, and her phone was instantly ringing Lidia.

After a few rings, she received a groggy greeting. “What?”

“Lidia, it’s Kyra. Wake up.” Kyra moved to stand in the kitchen at the counter. Her eyes bugged as she caught a glimpse of her microwave and realized it was after 1:00 p.m. A rustling on the other end of the phone brought her back to the conversation.

“Kyra, my hero, how are the two gorgeous men?” Lidia whispered into the phone.

“Why are you whispering? And you mean to tell me you know who the men in my apartment are?”

Kyra heard more rustling, and then a door close before Lidia spoke again. “I was whispering, because although I didn’t get to leave with two gorgeous men, I still left with one and he is sleeping. And, of course I know who the men are. I tried to set you up with them and it worked.”

Kyra didn’t know how to react. “You tried to set me up with two men?” Her voice squeaked as she finished the sentence.

“I did, and you should be thanking me for it. Were they as fantastic as they look?” Lidia made a mock-growl sound and Kyra put a hand to her face.

“I don’t know, Lidia. I can’t remember a damn thing. The last thing I remember was dancing with the grabby accountant who had no moves.”

She heard a not-so-delicate snort come from her friend, and then she began to laugh out loud.

“Lidia, seriously. This is not funny. I have two naked men in my bed, and I don’t know how they got there. Why in the hell would I bring home two men? I have never done something like that in my entire life. I don’t even know if I have ever even thought about doing two men at once. And now hunk 1 and 2 are naked and snoring in my bed.” All of the panic that had been building inside of her released in one breath. Unfortunately, it just made Lidia laugh even harder.

ADULT EXCERPT

 Jake winked at her. “Kyra, are you sure about this?”

“I am definitely sure. Now, I was hoping you would join me in bed.” She grinned. Gavin looked over at Jake, and they nodded to each other. Kyra watched in fascination as they both slipped their thumbs into the waistband of their jeans. Jake went first, stripping the denim down his legs. When he stood up, she was given the first full glimpse of his body.

He was gorgeous. His legs were toned and muscular, just like the rest of him. She couldn’t stop from licking her lips at the sight of his cock protruding stiff and proudly from his body. He was definitely impressive in size, and even from a few feet away she could see the veins roping his penis. It twitched slightly under her gaze, and she smiled seductively up at him, before she turned her attention to Gavin, who was patiently waiting.

Although he was shorter, Gavin wasn’t any less impressive. He had an easy smile on his face as he leisurely stripped his jeans from his legs. He moved slowly, giving her more of a show and she was grateful. When he stood up she had to suck in a breath. Gavin’s dick was more than impressive. Not only was he wide in girth, but he was probably at least an inch longer than Jake, who was impressive in his own right.

Kyra felt a rush of moisture hit her pussy, and she clenched her thighs together. She crooked her finger, and they both stepped forward. Jake crawled onto the bed in front of her, and Gavin moved around to slide in behind her. She was immediately surrounded by warmth.

As if reading her thoughts, Gavin whispered in her ear, “We run a higher body temperature than humans. We will always keep you warm at night.” He brushed her hair off of her neck and placed a soft kiss to her shoulder. Kyra shivered in response.

She smiled up at Jake, and began to unbutton his shirt. She had just passed her breasts, when she paused. She had the epitome of male perfection sitting in front of her, and her inner demons got the best of her.

Kyra looked up at Jake and bit her lip. She tried for a smile, but it didn’t quite work. Jake raised a hand to her cheek. “Kyra, you are beautiful. Stop whatever it is that you are thinking about. We saw your body last night, and unlike you we can remember everything.” He winked at her before he reached for the shirt. “Here, let me.” He pushed her hands aside and finished unbuttoning the shirt.

She couldn’t look up at Jake, so she watched his hands as he skillfully unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. Once it was undone, Gavin slipped the shirt down her arms. Kyra helped him take it fully off, before he tossed it on the floor.

Gavin placed a kiss on her shoulder and she leaned in, brushing the top of his head with her cheek. She looked up at Jake from underneath her eyelashes and he was smiling down at her. She reached out and he slid closer to her, placing a kiss on her opposite shoulder. Then he moved his mouth and sought her lips with his own.

She moaned at the feel of his soft lips, and he instantly took advantage of the opening. He swept his tongue inside her mouth and took full control of the kiss. She placed her hand on his side and grazed the muscles she had access to. Jake pulled away all too soon, but she became aware of Gavin’s hands rubbing circles on her back.

“You two are amazing.” Kyra smiled first at Jake and then she turned to smile at Gavin.

“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Gavin gently pulled her back so that she was lying in the middle of the bed with her head resting on the pillow. Gavin lay on her left side, and Jake on her right.

Kyra could barely contain her excitement as they both reached out and laid a hand on her stomach. Their cocks brushed her hip and her pussy clenched. She reached down and took both of their cocks in her hand. A rush of air hit both of her cheeks as they exhaled together.

“You are playing with fire, baby.” Jake’s whispered words sent chills down her spine, and made her squirm on the sheets.

“I’m pretty sure I want to get burned.”

BEHIND THE SCENES

What is your favorite film and why?

My favorite film is Dirty Dancing. I am a sucker for Patrick Swazye and the way that man can move his hips. I love that the quite awkward girl is chosen even with all of the beautiful women are around. Plus I love the bad boy angle and how fiercely he cares for Baby. I also love to dance and I would love to dance like that with such an amazing man.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

I'm not entirely sure, and I think I am perfectly okay with that. I recently graduated from college, moved to the city and started living life on my own. I want to settle into my life here and figure out what I really want to do. I want to further my writing and I hope to have some more books out over those five years.

What advice would you give to your younger self?

I wish I had learned that you can't please everyone and you should be living your life for you and not anyone else. I wish I had been working on making myself happier much earlier in my life.

Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?

Since I am so in love with him, I would love to meet Patrick Swazye and dance the night away.

If you could have been the original author of any book, what would it have been and why?

I would have loved to be the author of the Harry Potter series. Those books enhanced my love of reading and I know how many other kids it sparked to read. I would have loved to have that ability. Plus J.K. Rowling also is now a name that almost everyone knows and the books were made into movies. I think it would be very cool to see my work made into a movie.

Bella Signorina by Denyse Bridger

This is the third time BELLA SIGNORINA has been released, and I'm hoping the last time as it finds a home at Eirelander Publishing in both eBook and Audio. This is the first time, though, that my original manuscript is what you will read. Edited, polished, and breathlessly romantic! Set in the Eternal City of Rome, Italy - the night just got a little bit steamier when two people finally give in to their attraction for each other and take a leap that might change their lives forever.... A best-seller for six months when it was released a few years ago, this version is a little sexier, a little hotter, and whole lot more sensual -- take a look and fall in love....

BELLA SIGNORINA

In its original format for the first time!

Genre: Sweetly sensual contemporary romance

Publisher: Eirelander Publishing

Available HERE: http://www.amazon.com/Bella-Signorina-ebook/dp/B00DP23Q6A/

Coming Soon in AUDIO

Blurb:

Set in Rome, Bella Signorina is a sweet, romantic story of two people who meet in a trendy caffè, and through the magic of dance and music discover they have many things in common. Bianca comes to Caffè Rosati every week, and for many weeks she's been watching a special man, a handsome, charming stranger who dances, flirts, and leaves alone each week. Bianca is a woman who enjoys her freedom, and has been hurt before, so she's not anxious to fall in love again. Something about the enigmatic Stefano has captivated her heart, though, and she is drawn to him in spite of herself. When she finally gathers her courage to approach him, and ask him to dance, little does she know that her entire world is about to change.

Stefano Esposito is a man who's past relationships have not left him much in the way of ideals about women. Many have claimed to love him, none have understood him. Stefano is a rare breed in today's world of fast-paced life and love. He is a gentleman, a man who many consider a little out of step with the times. For Stefano, falling in love is the completion of a soul, not the consummation of a sexual itch. He wants the woman in his life to respect, understand, and adore him, as he will her. When he meets Bianca, he wonders if he's finally found the one he's waited a lifetime for? She understands his internal conflicts, his desires, and his dreams, after only hours together.

When their attraction to each other flares too quickly and too intently, Stefano pulls back. Confused and uncertain, Bianca flees his beautiful home and business, and goes back to her busy life. But, once the dance has begun, is there a way to go back to what you knew before, or is it just a matter of time before the music lures you back to your dreams and, perhaps, makes them reality?

Excerpt:

The staircase hidden at the back of the gallery spiraled upward and her breath caught when she stepped off the wrought iron case and into the living room of Stefano’s apartment. Like the handsome gallery owner, the moderately sized space was stylish with meticulous attention to every detail. She walked into the room, her gaze taking in the beauty of her surroundings.

One wall was dominated by a stone fireplace that felt like the centerpiece for a perfect, comfortable room, a place well used and tranquil. Dark wood, polished and shining like a dance floor was the second thing that registered on her awareness. The furniture was antique for the most part, lovingly restored to perfection. She went to a large desk and ran her fingers along the edge.

“It’s beautiful,” she said out loud, turning to look at him. “Did you restore the pieces yourself?”

“Some of them,” he admitted, clearly pleased with her recognition of the age and value of the décor. “Others were restored by my father. It was his passion, apart from my mother, of course,” he added with a wink. “Feel free to look around. I’ll make coffee.”

She wandered in silence, letting her hands touch the furniture in light caresses, drawing in the atmosphere as much as appreciating his fine taste. Dark, well-worn leather was the choice for sofa and chairs. Book shelves told her that he was an avid reader of many kinds of fiction and non-fiction, the topics as varied and wide-ranging as romantic poetry to computer studies. He was complex and diverse, and utterly fascinating on all levels.

While the aroma of rich coffee brewing began to seep into the air, Bianca went back to the desk and picked up a photograph framed in ornate silver. Two lovely women smiled from it, one older and with the same refined features that made Stefano so striking. Something in her dark eyes told Bianca she would be a strong advocate for those she loved, and a formidable enemy to anyone who threatened them. The girl next to her was fair, her smile shy.

“My mother, and my sister.”

“They’re very beautiful,” Bianca said, returning the photo to the desk.

“Grazie.” He smiled and put a silver tray on the coffee table, indicating that she should join him. When she was seated in one of the comfortable armchairs, he sat on the sofa and went through the amenity of serving coffee.

“Have you any family, Bianca?”

“My grandfather,” she replied, then paused before adding with a sigh, “I have a brother as well, but seldom see him.” She accepted the delicate cup he handed to her and sipped at the steaming brew. “This is delicious,” she said a moment later.

She peered intently at him for a short time, and he accepted the scrutiny without comment. “You look so familiar,” she finally told him. “Why?”

For the first time, he appeared vaguely uneasy. He shifted in his chair, then shrugged.

“I’ve done some modeling work, and some acting. Perhaps that would account for it.”

Bianca stared at him for a few moments, then laughed in spite of herself. “Why are you so uncomfortable admitting that?”

“It’s caused some problems,” he evaded, tone quiet.

Her head tilted to one side and she considered his answer in contemplative silence.

“You’ve had girlfriends who wanted to date the image, not the man.”

He was startled again by the quick insight, her ability to see to the core of his uncharacteristic insecurity.

“Are you surprised?” She smiled. “Men have been dating women for years based on the image they project. You seldom think about the impact that has on any person’s self-esteem until you experience it firsthand in your own life.”

Stefano bowed his head in acquiescence to the truth. “How is it that you understand on such a deep level?”

“I think too much about other people’s motivations,” she replied. “It makes me see things from all sides, but usually the people I’m looking at don’t appreciate that kind of analysis.”

He laughed. “I find it wonderfully honest.” He paused for a moment, then asked, ”So, what do you do?” He grinned, flashing her a smile that made her heartbeat quicken before he finished, “besides dance like you were born in poetic motion.”

She leaned forward and put her coffee cup back on the serving tray, then kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet under her. The creak of the smooth leather of the chair was the only sound between them as he waited for her to reply. She shrugged after a barely discernible hesitation.

“Nothing exciting,” she confessed. “I work for a travel agency.”

“You meet people all day,” he interjected. “How is it that someone so beautiful and smart is still alone?”

“Haven’t we already had this discussion?”

“We have,” he agreed. “But neither of us really answered the other’s enquiry.”

“We want more than basic things, you and I.” She smiled. “It makes the people around us uncomfortable to know that they’re not able to be what we need. Is that a better answer?”

“A more insightful one.” He laughed.

“Insightful is often more truthful. You’re still waiting for a woman who can be all things to you, and know your heart like she knows her own.” She met his gaze without a flicker of uncertainty in her expression when she added, “A woman who respects your work, your spirit, your masculinity, and your arrogance, and loves you in spite of them, as well as because of them.”

“A man who sees your wisdom, your strength, and your capacity to love. A man who trusts you to keep his heart safe, and to love him even in his weakness.”

Her eyebrows rose and she sat back, eyes never leaving his handsome face. He was mesmerizing, and it was as effortless as breathing to him.

“Perhaps we want too much?”

He laughed. “Perhaps others want too little?”

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Blessings always,

Denyse

Denysé Bridger

"Live the Romance, Become the Fantasy..."

** Predators & Editors Best Author 2012 **

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