here is a new excerpt for Book 4 of the New Yorkers.

But before that. just wanted to let you know that DEVIL’S ANGEL is coming out on the 26th. it should be up for pre-order as early as next week. I will let you guys know.

Romantic style photo of a beautiful brunette

So until then, I will be posting excerpts of Book 4. it’s not a form of torture but guys have been asking me when its coming out and what it will be about. So this is my way of making the wait not seem too long. as soon as SCP gets their hands on it they will let me know the release date. I will only post two other excerpts, find the first here.

And the tune for this excerpt is Say you love me by Jesse Ware.


EyveEve took her place at the small stage that Philippe had set up. It was Wednesday Karaoke night. Usually Eve shied away from the public eye. She never dared take center stage. But Dennis was coming tonight so she thought this was the perfect opportunity to say everything she needed to in a song. Granted her audience would fill the room and it wouldn’t just be Dennis, but she hoped he got the message. They were already running fifteen minutes late and Philippe had been diligent in reminding her of that. Eve hadn’t told Philippe or Sophie that Dennis was coming just in case he didn’t show up. And right not it seemed like it was the right call.
“Hey,” Sophie called to her. “Philippe says the customers are getting impatient. You need to get your set going if you are even performing at all.”
“In a minute.” Eve looked at the doors once more and Dennis wasn’t amongst the group of men walking in.
“What if he doesn’t come?”
“What if Dennis doesn’t come? You have been sitting here waiting and watching for him and he hasn’t turned u. Eve, you need to decide? Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life? Hoping that some man you think you are in love with will finally look at you the same way, hoping he will show up for you?”
“He promised.”
“He looks like the kind of guy who breaks promises.”
“Not to me, he would never break a promise he made to me.” It was like the universe was trying to affirm what she said. The door opened the bell above it jingled and in walked in Dennis. He smiled at her and the dread that had built a wall around her heart melted away. “I’m ready to start.”
Eve didn’t bother introducing herself to her audience. This wasn’t for them. It was just for one man and he already knew who she was. Eve strung her guitar and started singing, her voice causing a hush in the loud café. She had picked Say you love me by Jesse Ware. Her eyes clouded with tears as she sang, but she could still see the smile Dennis had for her. When she finished her song the crowd erupted in applause. Eve put her guitar and like Moses she parted the crowds as she walked to the back where Dennis stood waiting for her.
“So?” she swallowed hard, the adoration in his eyes causing a lump of emotion in her throat. “What did you think?”
DJ 2Dennis cupped her cheek and she leaned into his warmth. “I think… I’m going to love you forever.”
Dennis leaned down to her and Eve rose to her tip toes and met his kiss. The soft press of his lips on hers, the gentle caress turned her into jelly. A warm tear left a trail as it rolled down her cheek. He pulled back looked at her and said, “You are more than I ever expected, more than I could have prayed or wished for. You consume every inch of my heart. That void that was there, you filled it with your love and the dark cloud above my head is going. You and I, we are standing in the warmth and light of the sun and nothing could make me as happy as I am in this moment with you.”
Eve had no words, none that could live up to his, none that could make him feel as special as his words just made her feel. Nothing except, “I love you too.”
“Take a walk with me?”
Eve nodded. She didn’t even look back to ask for permission or make excuses. She knew that even though he wouldn’t want to, Philippe would understand. Moments such as these were rare and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.
Eve slid her hand in Dennis’ and let him lead her out of the café. They walked in silence for a while. Eve didn’t mind, she was busy trying to make a memory, from how the grains of sand felt between her toes or the perfect way the moonlight was reflected on the ocean water, like tiny diamonds on a black canvas.
Dennis stopped and stared at the water. He pulled her in and embraced her. “It’s all so beautiful.”
“It is.”
“Do you think that this will last?”
Eve looked up at him confused. Dennis’ gaze was fixed on the water. Eve was trying to figure out what was going on with him. She might not have had all the answers but she had one, “We will last, our love will last.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the love at first sight kind of guy. I’ve never been in love before or even wanted to be in love. It always seemed like something I should stay away from.” Dennis looked down at her with a smile on his lips. The haunted expression she had noticed the day they met gone. “Now here you are in my arms and I can’t imagine living without this feeling. I can’t even remember how life was before you came to my table that morning.”
“Now you know how I feel.” Eve laid her head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. “I’ve always wondered how it would be like; listening to your heat breath, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath you took. Waking up in the morning and knowing that I’m not crazy for climbing in your window that night.”
“Are you still wondering?”
“Yes,” Eve caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. “Right now I wonder how people live without this feeling.”

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