The Bloodfeather Promise
Par šo e-grāmatu
Because I’m selfish. Indulgent. Arrogant. Yes. You will hate me.
Until you don’t.
Can you find the sparkle beneath this rockstar’s tarnish?
Come on...I dare you.
He doesn’t remember.
She can’t forget.
This is gonna get messy...
Greyson
Like a pretty feather, Emerson Jane Banner drifts into my bed the very night I quit my band. Her kisses are a sweet drug, but I don’t get her name before she slips out the next morning. Months later our paths cross unexpectedly. And yeah, maybe I don’t remember her, but she’s my newest addiction.
I make myself a promise. I won’t let her get away this time.
Emerson
Greyson Finch shattered my innocence, showed me desire, then kicked me out of his hotel room. I never thought I’d see him again after that night, but somehow, he finds me. Here’s the problem. He doesn't remember me. Doesn’t remember our kisses. Or how he made me beg for each one. And maybe I hate him, but I’ll use this arrogant rockstar like he once used me.
I make myself a promise. I won’t let him break my heart again.
Par autoru
April has been writing stories since she was in elementary school. She still has those old notebooks, and for a giggle might let you read them. Her style has sharpened since then, but the belief in the power of romance never changed. Readers will always find a happy ending at the end of her novels – after their favorite characters endure great angst, of course!
April lives on Florida’s Emerald Coast. Married for 32 years to her high school sweetheart, they have one married daughter. April is tolerated by a sassy Quarter Horse and suffers a rock-n-roll addiction. When not writing about romance, she and her husband attend concerts and plan trips to Nashville with their daughter and son-in-law.
