Today on the blog, I'd like to feature author, Dana Pratola's new book, the third in her Descended series of novels, which is fresh off the presses!
A bit about AARO:
AARO is the third book in the 4-part DESCENDED series. Aaro Highlander, like his “brothers,” is a special breed—not quite angel, not quite human—with spectacular gifts, deep running passions and strength of character that makes him the ideal man for our heroine, Darcy.
This part of the journey reveals prophetic secrets unknown to the other men (Jett & Sebastian) until now. While searching for a serial killer, they also await the discovery of the fourth of their kind to come together for a greater purpose.
George didn’t bother to conceal his irritation when Aaro approached. He crumpled his napkin and dropped it next to his plate. “You’re food isn’t ready yet?”
Oh, how Aaro loved arrogant blow-hards. He grinned, and pulled out an empty chair. “No. So I’ll just sit with you guys for a minute. You don’t mind, right?” he asked George, then turned to Darcy.
He caught the quick snicker she tried to mask with a delicate cough and a sip of iced tea. She was something. Reaching onto her plate, Aaro stole an olive. He didn’t like olives, but it served to move her eyes to his face where he could send her a not-so-subtle wink.
George made a show of tugging up the sleeve of his Armani shirt to look at his three thousand dollar watch, even though there was a wall clock mounted less than five feet away.
“You have to get back to work,” he said, signaling their waiter for the check.
Aaro took Darcy’s hand, rubbing her wrist with his thumb. Her breath caught, an action that was mimicked by her pulse under his touch. “Do you have to leave so soon?”
She nodded, dumbly, as the waiter set down the leather check folder, thanked them for coming, and strode away. George stood, pulled a money clip from his pocket and slapped down a wad of cash, without seeming to count it.
“In that case, let me say goodbye,” Aaro said.
He leaned from his chair to hers, sliding his hand beneath her sleek ponytail and behind her neck, gently pulling her toward his waiting mouth.
The touch of her warm, flavorful lips had him pressing closer, flexing his fingers against the smoothness of her neck, resisting the desire to slide his hand down her back or to open her mouth to his probing tongue.
He’d thought he knew what he was doing. He’d meant for it to be a sweet peck on the lips, just a harmless show—
No he hadn’t. He’d meant it to be hot and searing, meant it to put that pansy, George, in his place and let him know he would never kiss Darcy like this, never evoke the response she was giving now. Only he didn’t expect his own response to be quite so urgent. Didn’t expect it to induce visions of clearing the table off with one swipe and taking her there in a crowded restaurant.
And he certainly didn’t expect the absolute silence when he reined himself in enough to back slowly away, brushing his thumb over her flushed cheek. Darcy’s eyes shimmered with heat, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she reached for her drink.
But, George didn’t give her time to sip. Moving around Aaro’s still recovering form, he took Darcy by the hand and shuffled her outside.
Aaro sat there a few more seconds, working out in his own mind what just happened. He felt…possessive. What was that about? He swallowed, hard, and looked around. Every eye in the place was focused on him, including Kate’s, her cheeks deep pink as she fanned a white cloth in front of her face.
Embarrassed, he tried a half smile as he walked back to the counter. He’d never been out of control in public before.
“So, that steak done?”
Kate chuckled. “Yes. And it’s on the house.”
About the Author:
So, here’s the gist of who I am: Christian first (don’t run away, I don’t write bland, “holy roller” books), Wife, Mother and Writer. Sometimes the order shuffles or I add/remove Advisor, Chef, Companion as situations change, but that’s generally me.
I live in New Jersey with my husband, and aside from three children, I have two dogs and several grand-pups. I refer to writing as blissful agony, but while writing is work, I love it more than anything. That said, I LOVE every reader who spends time in one of my books. I pray you’ll enjoy reading each page as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 p="">
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