Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Space Between - Book Blast

Author: Victoria H. Smith 
Publisher: Self-Published 
Release date: March 2, 2013 
Genre:  Contemporary Romance 
Age Group:  New Adult 


Book Description: 
When Drake started the night at his father’s campaign fundraiser, he never imagined he’d end it being conned into buying drugs on the West Side. Losing high-stakes poker has its consequences, but he’d repeatedly face them just to hear Lacey Douglas sing. Drake sees Lacey light up the stage, and he has to have her. But his intentions for being on her side of town turn out to be the reason he can’t.  

Chicago native Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles. Lacey has come to know her hardships as part of living in the real world and accepts them fully. When Lacey meets the intense and invigorating Drake, a fire is lit inside her, unleashing those dreams again. 

Two paths that should have never crossed prove to create the exact pairing the other needs. But when their worlds take time to catch up, everything they have is tested. Finding the space between the two sides that challenge them will be hard, but it’s the only place that will keep them together. 






About the Author 

Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it. 

In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes. 


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Book Trailer:







“I like that lip ring of yours.” 
“You do, huh?” God, he was so direct. Holy heck, I had to watch myself around this guy. 
Mmmhmm, especially when you bite it. It’s like you’re nervous or something. Do I make you nervous?” 
He ran his fingers from my hand and up my arm. He stopped at my elbow, brushing it gently. 
My breath caught in my throat. “No, I’m not nervous.” Clearly a lie, but I thought the word came out casually. I shrugged. “It’s just a tick. A habit. You’d bite it too if you had one.” 
He laughed his deep laugh again. “Oh, really?” 
“Yeah. They’re fun to play with.” I bit down on it. “To suck.” I sucked on it. 
His brows shot up, and the brushing of his fingers froze on my elbow. I guess he was the one who was nervous now. 
“You should get one. If anything to give yourself something to do when you’re bored. Excellent entertainment.” I sucked down on it a little harder. 
He breathed in deep. “You’re making me want to go out and get one right now.” 

Excerpt #2 

Dropping my bag on the kitchen counter, I went to work. The dishes wouldn’t do themselves and since I was still new to the household’s staff, I wanted to make a good impression by getting all the housework done early. 

I got all the dishes to one side of the sink, then started a bath of soapy water in the other side. 
I pushed up my sleeves and a set of arms went around my waist. 

My entire body froze instantly. Someone was in the house. Someone was in the house with their arms around me. 

My first instinct was to slam my foot into their instep. I only hesitated because of the person’s smell. Warm spices and blood-sizzling juniper radiated throughout my vulnerable senses. 
Drake. 

I had no idea he was even here. If I did I wouldn’t have been wasting time washing dishes. 
He only ran his hands at my waist at first, snuggling me into him. When his fingers brushed under my top, I grabbed his hands. “Drake. Your mom is supposed to be home soon.” 
“Then we better make this quick,” he said, his rich velvet voice heating my blood. 
Pushing further up my body, his massive hands covered my breasts. 
“Drake, we really shouldn’t. Any minute she could come home.” I said this, but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop him. 

Shh…” He breathed against my ear, massaging me. “Let me.” 
Oh, god how I wanted him to. 
“Please.” He gave my neck a single kiss. 
My eyes fluttering, I leaned back into him. “Only a few kisses. Only a few moments of touching, then we have to stop. We have to.” 
Pulling me into him, his kisses picked up on my neck. Got more aggressive. Turning my head, I caught his lips. I played with his tongue like that first night. He was so skilled, my core surged thinking about his other talents with it. 

So distracted by how amazing his kiss was I didn’t stop him when one of his hands moved down my waist and to my leg. He gathered up the material of my skirt, and squeezed my thigh. 
“Drake…” I spoke into our kiss. 

“You said a few moments of touching. Please let me.” 
I had no idea how far he intended to go. Entrapped by his kisses and touch, I couldn’t ask. I didn’t respond verbally, at all. I just moved my hips, and angled my thigh so he could touch me more. 
Letting go of my breast, he moved his free hand to my other leg that ached to be touched. Bunching up the material, he made my skirt no longer an obstacle.  

I now stood in the middle of the family kitchen with my underwear completely exposed. 
He felt up my thighs for a bit, then his hand rested flat on the line of my panties. His other hand quickly joined the area, but didn’t stop. He moved downward and cupped me entirely with his large hand. 
I sucked in a breath, fighting the rock of my hips. “Drake, we can’t. Your mom. She could be here any minute. She could see.” 

“Lacey,” he said, pulling the material of my panties to the side with a long finger, “let me make you come.”  

At those words, I was his. 

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