SPOTLIGHT & GIVEAWAY: Cursive by Phoebe Lane

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Synopsis

The past pulls. The future shoves. The present just begs for a time-out.

Aislynn Currington is searching for an escape from her tumultuous past, one that includes a severely broken heart and a very complicated relationship with a mother who uses criticism as her preferred mode of expressing love.

Jace Quinn is a driven businessman who, even after surviving a serious life-changing event, remains hell bent on avoiding any form of serious attachment.

Some define insanity as doing things repeatedly while expecting a different outcome. What will Aislynn and Jace need to do to break this endless loop?

With the help of their undeniably intense sexual attraction, witty banter, and love for high-end coffee machines, Aislynn and Jace learn to bravely battle through the challenges of falling in love at the most inconvenient time, in a place they did not plan to be, and with the person they can’t seem to stop running into.

Cursive’s multiple layers of drama, romance, passion, and humor are tightly bound together by an unforeseeable major twist that will keep the reader engaged and connected until the very end.

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Excerpt ★

The movie plan went out the window quicker than a teenager could say, “let’s make out.” Two seconds after sitting down on the sofa, his lips were on hers. Five seconds after that, she was straddling him. The feel of Jace’s fingers softly caressing the back of her neck had her shuddering with need. A moan escaped her as he moved his lips down her neck, his hands wandering down to her lower back. No words were needed. It was obvious by their actions that he wanted her and she wanted him. But like she had told him before, Aislynn was pretty judicious about most things in life, and she was struggling with how far she should allow it to go. Things were definitely moving faster than she had anticipated.

She was fighting the desperate need to rub herself against him to get some relief, when he put both hands on her waist and pushed her down into his lap, making them both groan.

God, you feel so good. Keep going, don’t stop, she thought, closing her eyes in pleasure.

“I don’t plan to,” he answered.

“I can’t believe I said that out loud. I need to stop doing that,” she said, taking shallow breaths, and pulling at his hair to reach for his lips again.

“Please, don’t stop. I want to know what you’re thinking. I need to know what you like,” he said and kissed her hard, both of them moaning as their tongues touched.

“I love your sex lips. They’re going to be the end of me,” she said, after coming up for a breath.

“Sex lips?” he asked, moving one hand up to touch the side of her breast while the other ran up her thigh.

“Oh, I like that too…” she whispered. It was getting hard to speak in coherent sentences. “Sex lips.” Thrust. “You have them.” Thrust and circling of hips. “Google it.” Their movements increased in intensity with each passing second, and their breathing became labored.

“Just tell me when to stop, because I won’t be able to,” he said as his hands explored her backside and moved up under her shirt.

The movie plan went out the window quicker than a teenager could say, “let’s make out.” Two seconds after sitting down on the sofa, his lips were on hers. Five seconds after that, she was straddling him. The feel of Jace’s fingers softly caressing the back of her neck had her shuddering with need. A moan escaped her as he moved his lips down her neck, his hands wandering down to her lower back. No words were needed. It was obvious by their actions that he wanted her and she wanted him. But like she had told him before, Aislynn was pretty judicious about most things in life, and she was struggling with how far she should allow it to go. Things were definitely moving faster than she had anticipated.

She was fighting the desperate need to rub herself against him to get some relief, when he put both hands on her waist and pushed her down into his lap, making them both groan.

God, you feel so good. Keep going, don’t stop, she thought, closing her eyes in pleasure.

“I don’t plan to,” he answered.

“I can’t believe I said that out loud. I need to stop doing that,” she said, taking shallow breaths, and pulling at his hair to reach for his lips again.

“Please, don’t stop. I want to know what you’re thinking. I need to know what you like,” he said and kissed her hard, both of them moaning as their tongues touched.

“I love your sex lips. They’re going to be the end of me,” she said, after coming up for a breath.

“Sex lips?” he asked, moving one hand up to touch the side of her breast while the other ran up her thigh.

“Oh, I like that too…” she whispered. It was getting hard to speak in coherent sentences. “Sex lips.” Thrust. “You have them.” Thrust and circling of hips. “Google it.” Their movements increased in intensity with each passing second, and their breathing became labored.

“Just tell me when to stop, because I won’t be able to,” he said as his hands explored her backside and moved up under her shirt.

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About Phoebe Lane

I have a pretty average life. I wear the mom hat, the wife shirt, the daughter pants, and the working woman peep-toe heels. But when I strip all of that down, I am an author.

I’m still amazed I get to say that.

I live in the US with a wonderful husband, two kids, and a dog. My husband entertains me with his hilarious form of ADD, and the kids are hell bent on proving I can live with only a few hours of sleep per day. I wake up every day just so I can experience that first sip of coffee in the morning. I swore off Disney movies the moment I watched Mufasa die, which scarred me for life. No pun intended. I pick out all the orange flavored pieces from my candy and feed them to my hubby.
I’m emotionally dynamic and of peculiar mind which is code for “hormonal and crazy.” Reading contemporary romance novels is my vice, and writing them is my most valued privilege.

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