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review 2018-09-14 13:15
Prophet by S.M. West

 
 
 
Title: Prophet
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Enemies-to-lovers Romance
Release Date: September 14, 2018
 
 
 
Blurb
 
Money is my mistress.
Solving problems, my trade.
Until the tables turn, and trouble finds me.
Now on the run, I need a plan.
But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.
Maggie.
Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.
I don’t trust her and with good reason.
My plan is simple: use her.
Then I kiss her. Touch her. Crave her.
She was my way out, now she’s my downfall.
 
Prophet is a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.

 
 
 
 
 
 
Purchase Links
 
$2.99 for a limited time
 
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
 
 
 
 
 
Excerpt
 
Maggie saunters through one of the bay doors in greasy coveralls, much like the ones on the bathroom floor last night.
Two thick raven braids like shiny rope trail over her shoulders. She has a completely different look. Younger. Innocent. A stark contrast to the fierce woman last night who could hold her own, not backing down no matter the situation.
I feast on her delicate bone structure and smooth moves. Elegance seeps from her every pore despite being covered in grease. I saw the same last night. Even naked and fighting, or shivering and vulnerable, she was pure grace.
She’s both queen and warrior. A young Elizabeth Taylor or Grace Kelly with her small, pert nose; full, perfectly symmetrical lips, and high cheekbones; and her enigmatic eyes.
The bruising on her neck jerks me from my trance. She didn’t bother to hide the marks from our altercation last night, and it’s the first thing blond boy notices.
I gnash my teeth together at the scarlet markings on her pale flesh. My fingerprints, angry and raw, band her throat, and it’s as if I feel her thumping pulse again.
The violent and sudden urge to hit something erupts within me. I don’t hurt women. Never. But I also never give anyone the chance to kill me. The jury is still out on whether that was why she was at the loft.
Golden Boy attempts to touch, but she steps back. Undeterred by her rebuke, he leans in to kiss her, hungry. Again, she shifts slightly, his lips brushing her cheek instead of her mouth. His face flushes like a little boy put in the corner.
Boyfriend? Friend? Either way, things aren’t all rosy, not with the move she just made.
He follows her like a puppy dog inside the building. A slow, easy smirk slides across my face. She’s got him by the balls. Better him than me.
My phone vibrates, and I glance at the text with an encrypted attachment.
Paddy: You’re going to want to see this.
The file is brief, but enough to almost choke me with the details. Any residual shame from the way I handled her last night evaporates.
Glimpsing the sable-haired beauty disappearing from my view, my blood simmers, both satisfied with being right about her and incensed at her deception. Last night’s mix-up at the loft wasn’t a fluke.
There’s more to Maggie than meets the eye. She may be the perfect portrait of class, but I see under her veneer. She’s a fake. 

 
 
 
 
 
Author Bio

 
S.M. West writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and writing. She's a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.

 
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My Review:
4 Stars
Prophet by S.M. West is the story of Maggie Hill and Nick Prophet. 
Nick trying to make money fast and allot of it. Nick did things that maybe he shouldn't but he never really did anything hardcore illegal until he was set up.  Nick's reason for doing the shortcuts and doing compromises on some of the things he got involved in was to help his family.  Maggie ended up being taking into this Nick's on the run escape plan.  Now Maggie has to stay on the run too.  But these two are finding things hotter than the heat that is on them. 
Enjoyed reading their story!
 

 

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text 2018-08-24 13:07
Prophet by S.M. West

 

 
Title: Prophet
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Enemies-to-lovers Romance
Cover Design: RBA
Photo: Eric Battershell
Model: Johnny Kane
Release Date: September 14, 2018
 
 
 
Blurb
 
Money is my mistress.
Solving problems, my trade.
Until the tables turn, and trouble finds me.
Now on the run, I need a plan.
But not before I’m blindsided by a pain-in-the-ass stranger.
Maggie.
Curves, startling blue eyes, and she hates me.
I don’t trust her and with good reason.
My plan is simple: use her.
Then I kiss her. Touch her. Crave her.
She was my way out, now she’s my downfall.
 
Prophet is a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.

 
 
 
 
 
 
Pre-order Links
 
$2.99 for a limited time
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Excerpt
 
With less than three feet to the elevator, the doors roll open. Relief floods my veins, cooling my hot, churning insides, but the feeling withers when long legs, curves, and tumbling raven locks consume my vision.
Maggie.
My insides are atomic, hot and fracturing into a million shards of emotion.
Anger slices my gut like a blade. This woman keeps popping up at the most inconvenient times.
Confusion. With her long cornflower-blue dress and leather jacket, hands laden with grocery bags, she is so out of place amidst the chaos.
Unease. I want her gone with a blink of an eye. Guys with guns are breathing down my back, and she’s now in the line of fire.
Resentment. What if she isn’t in harm’s way but also here for me? There’s no evidence to suggest she’s carrying out orders, but it would be a mistake to dismiss the idea.
My competing thoughts only make it harder to concentrate. I’ve got bigger problems with Drago’s men gaining on me.
I dive for the elevator, shielding her and we crash to the floor. I may not trust her, but I won’t have her blood on my hands. And if she’s here for me too, then I’ll deal with her.
“Get off me!” She pushes at my chest, oblivious to the danger.
I jump to standing and press my finger on the close button. Two Russian behemoths run our way, surprisingly fast for their size.
“Oh my God!” Her eyes widen at the guns aimed at us. “Shut the door!”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
My finger threatens to snap at the pressure I have on the button, and I prepare to fight if they get in the elevator.
The big guy on the left pulls the trigger and the bullet hits the wall. Her scream pierces the confined space and she wedges herself into the corner of the tin can. Terrified eyes bore into me as if I’m shooting at her and the elevator doors slide closed, separating us from the men.
I sink to the floor and rest my head on the wall for a beat or two, struggling to gain composure. It’s short-lived with the heat of her savage glare burning my skin.
She slides her back up the wall, using it for support. “What the hell is going on? Why are they shooting at me?”
Her frenetic tone pinches at whatever is left of my patience, and I mash my lips together to keep from losing it. I could have left her in the hall with those assholes. They wouldn’t have thought twice about killing her.
Fruit—oranges, lemons, avocados and bananas—litters the floor along with fresh meat, a box of Oreos, and other groceries.
Needing a moment of peace, I close my eyes, licking my dry lips. It’s a mistake. She lunges for me, feral and violent, shoving at my chest. Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, her long hair wild and cheeks flaming.
“Answer me, dammit!” She beats on me; her blows hurt, but not nearly as much as a bullet would. “How the hell are we going to get out of here alive?”

 
 
 
 
 
Author Bio

 
S.M. West writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and writing. She's a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.

 
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text 2017-11-03 13:00
Clutch by S.M. West
 
 
 
 
 
 
Title: Clutch
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 3, 2017
 
 
 
Blurb
 
Clutch – verb: to grasp and hold tightly; to seize; snatch.
 
Flighty. Stupid. That’s what my sisters think of me.
I’m tired of being misunderstood.
With a suitcase in hand and the ocean as my beacon, I’m charting my own path.
 
Yet, barely a day on the road, I almost crash and burn.
Running into Silas Palmer, a sexy-as-sin rock star, changes my life.
 
Silas makes me feel … Exceptional. Aimless.
 
He’s always known his course.
And even now, when he’s abandoning fame and fortune, he knows what he wants.
Me.
 
But life is never that simple.

 
 
 
 
 
 
Purchase Links
 
99c for release day ONLY!
 
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
 
Price will go up to $2.99 after release and be available only on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited
 
 
 
 
Excerpt
 
I ogle him with his golden hair, bare chest, and board shorts, and my body thrums the closer he gets, the heavy ache building low within me.
 
“Good morning.” He wades into the water.
 
Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, kissing me like it’s been years. He pushes me backward, deeper into the water until I’m chest-deep and he’s holding me by the waist.
 
“Hi.” I’m dazed and breathless.
 
He smiles, kisses my cheek, and slips his hand under my swimsuit to squeeze my ass cheek. I copy him, wriggling my hand into his shorts and digging my fingers into the firm flesh of his ass. We laugh, and it’s then I notice the dark circles under his eyes.
 
“When was the last time you slept?”
 
“I’ve had naps here and there over the past few days. I’m exhausted. Eli called a break because he needed to see Crystal. I have the rest of the day. Can you play hooky with me?”
 
“I can’t.”
 
Sinking his fingers into my dry hair, piled high on the top of my head, he cocks his head to the side and purses his lips.
 
“I didn’t think so but thought I’d ask. I miss you so much, my beautiful girl.”’
 
He pulls me into his chest and kisses the top of my head. I sink into his warm embrace and try to keep the tears back.
 
This man never ceases to surprise me. I never knew how much I needed someone like him, until now. His lips peck at the corner of my mouth before he breaks away to study me. My eyes glitter with the threat of tears. Shit.
 
“What’s wrong? Fuck, did I do something?”
 
“No, not at all. These are silly tears of joy. I’m glad to see you. I miss you, too.”
 
He pulls me in for one more hug. “Come sleep with me for a bit.” He burrows his face into my neck, his moist lips sucking on my skin.
 
My heart sinks. “I can’t. I’ve got work.”
 
He groans, the rumble vibrating from his mouth to my neck and down into my chest. I shiver, holding him tighter.



 
 
 
 
Author Bio

 
S.M. West is an indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires. 
 
She spends her time juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that, she's a self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.  
 
 
 
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