Title- Love Story for a Snow Princess
Series- Love Story # 1
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Blurb
When Panthea Snow loses her family in a horrific car crash, she needs something to keep her going. She decides to replace one family with another and signs up as a mail order bride to a man living in the far north in Alaska. When she arrives, however, she realizes she can’t go through with it but is stuck in River Ice, Alaska until the snow melts in a few weeks.
She meets Paden Winters and is drawn to him despite his moodiness and ill temper. As she gets to know him, she realizes they are both dealing with issues of healing and concealing pain. Only Paden deals with it by cutting himself for sexual satisfaction.
Can a woman who has an abnormal fear of blood and a man who cuts himself ever find happiness? Or are some pains too deep to overcome?
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Title- Once Upon a Love Story
Series- Love Story # 2
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Blurb
Caleb Tasker lost his wife to cancer but it took him a long time to put her memory to rest. Deciding he needs a vacation, he accepts the gracious invitation of living in his friend’s Malibu home for an over due holiday.
Delilah Ward grew up in rural Mississippi and ran away when she was sixteen, moving to Los Angeles with thoughts of being anything but the person she was born to be. But reality settled in quickly and the bright lights of Hollywood soon faded into the dark abyss of dancing on a darkened platform.
Caleb is used to love being easy and Delilah is used to fighting against everything. They have nothing in common except a wildfire attraction that won’t let go of them. But when tough choices need to be made, will they both be able to be honest to what they really want?
Title- Lights Camera Love Story
Series- Love Story # 3
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Blurb
Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s hot new star. Growing up in Los Angeles among the film sets his father worked on, Jake knows fame is fickle so he lives life to the fullest. He never has to search far for a pretty face with an amazing body to fill his bed, and he never, ever, promises fidelity.
Norah Scaritt has lived her whole life in a fantasy world. Knowing she would never be the girl to wear a bikini or short shorts, she’s come to accept that she has curves even though she secretly wishes she was one of the slim, beautiful models that decorates Jake’s arm.
She’s written a movie script that she knows Jake will be perfect for, but she’s ill prepared for the magnetic attraction she feels for him. As she tries to form a professional bond with him, his hot and cold attitude breaks her heart one too many times. Can Jake save a love that he denied before he’s lost the only person that ever really mattered?
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STORY EXCERPT
And then déjà vuhappened. The door
opened, a gust of cold wind came in, and all of Thea’s nerves came instantly
alive. She knew, without turning around, that the man from the night before had
just walked in.
“I’ll be right
there, Paden,” Miki called out.
Paden. His
name is Paden.
“You gonna be back
tomorrow to keep me company?” Miki asked her, jolting her back to her senses.
“I’d love to. How
much do I owe you for lunch and the pot of coffee, Miki?”
Miki waved the
offer away. “It was nice to have a girl in here to talk to.”
“Then thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Thea hopped off the
barstool. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, but I will insist on paying.”
“Very well. If you
hold on for a minute, let me take care of Paden and then I’ll walk you to the
hotel,” she said as she wiped her hands on a towel and poured a cup of black
coffee.
“You don’t have to
escort me,” Thea protested. “It’s not that far.”
“Yeah, but it’s
dark. Just wait.”
She tapped Thea’s
hand before walking to the back corner where the man, Paden, sat. She watched
as Miki sat the mug of coffee before him and then nodded as he gave his order.
Though his face was turned toward Miki, those grass-green eyes stayed focused
on Thea.
“Hello,” she said
turning toward him after Miki had walked into the kitchen.
“Hello,” he
answered, though his tone wasn’t engaging.
He eyed her up and
down, pausing on her hair and her Ugg boots. A mocking sort of smile twisted
his lips, and he took a drink of his coffee.
“You don’t like my
boots?”
“Let me guess. You
saw the word boot and thought it seemed appropriate for
minus-thirty-degree weather.”
“It’s not that cold
out,” she protested, stung by his disdain.
“It will be. Didn’t
you read your Alaskan Frommers Guide, Princess?” he taunted.
Thea frowned at his
derision, wondering why such a handsome man was so rude. She decided she didn’t
like him. He made her extremely uncomfortable. He simply stared at her, making
her nervous for some reason, so she jumped off her seat and headed for the
door. She grabbed her coat, hurrying out of the diner and into the icy wind.
She struggled to put on her coat, scarf, and hat before she froze. Unused to
such frigid wind, Thea came to realize how quickly hypothermia could settle in.
“You little fool,”
came a harsh voice. Gloved hands came out of nowhere to bundle her up. “You can
freeze to death in minutes out here!”
Thea’s teeth were
chattering too much for her to say anything. She looked up through her lashes
at Paden, very aware that the strange reaction she’d had while looking at him
in the diner hadn’t dissipated with the cold.
“Come on,” he
growled and took her arm.
Through the
blinding, swirling snow, he led her back to the hotel. Though it wasn’t far, it
seemed like forever as she took step after step in the glacial wind, glad that
she had Paden leading the way even if his presence threw her off-balance.
Truth be told, Thea
had no idea how she would have made it back to the hotel if this man hadn’t
come out to rescue her, even though the hotel was only a five-minute walk away.
After what seemed
like hours, Paden marched her up to the hotel and into the lobby. Warmth
engulfed her immediately, and she moved instinctively toward the fireplace
where a roaring fire generated lifesaving heat. She stretched out her hands and
closed her eyes in bliss. Little by little, her shivering body calmed as
dizziness swirled through her mind.
Paden came to stand
next to her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling her thanks
languidly.
“You little fool,”
he said again, contempt dripping from each syllable. Her smile disappeared in
an instant. “Don’t you realize how dangerous this weather can be?”
“No,” she said. “I
mean, yes. I mean, not until now.”
He snorted. “It
only takes moments for hypothermia to set in, and if you get disoriented and
wander off the road we won’t find you till it’s too late.”
“I’m sorry,” she
whispered.
“It’s September,
winter is settling in fast,” he told her. “I suggest you find someone to walk
you back to the hotel every night.”
He went to leave,
but for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t want him to go. She must have a
masochistic streak she had no idea about. Thea grabbed his arm, halting his
retreat. He glanced first at her small hand resting against his large arm
before piercing her with his grim stare.
“Yes?”
She cleared her
throat, yanking her hand back like he’d scorched her. “My name is Panthea Snow.
Thank you.”
He didn’t say
anything. He just stared at her as if she were a bug he was inspecting. Thea
fidgeted, not used to such scrutiny. He turned abruptly and walked away,
leaving her staring after him.
He hadn’t even
introduced himself.
ADULT EXCERPT
“I wanted to let
you know,” he whispered, “that it’s not you. I’m still not right, Thea. Something
is dark and hateful inside, and it makes me do hurtful things. I just want you
to know that I…care about you, but I’m not a very nice person.”
His face was turned
away from her, his jaw locked in place, as if afraid he’d say something more.
He looked so lost to her, so defeated that it broke her heart. Without
thinking, she reached up to grab his face and bring it back to hers. She stood
on tiptoe to make sure he saw her as she spoke.
“I’m not scared of
you, Paden,” she whispered. “Whatever darkness is inside you doesn’t scare me.”
She kissed him on
the lips, softly, once and then twice, pressing her mouth against the seam of
his. Then she rubbed her cheek against his, and his composure broke. His arms
came around her and he pulled her into him, almost crushing her as he found her
lips with his.
She opened for him,
and his tongue swept in, allowing him to take from her whatever he needed. His
kiss was possessive, dominant yet tender, a heady combination that sent her
senses spinning. She slipped her arms around him, hugging his waist, feeling
the strength rippling through him, and a little moan escaped her throat.
Immediately, he
swept her up into his arms, not breaking the contact with his mouth. He carried
her, though she was hardly aware of where they went. She was half conscious to
going up to his loft, where the only light came from the glow of the fireplace
below. He laid her in the middle of his bed, falling upon her, cradled between
her legs.
His hands roved
over her body, not giving her a chance to protest even if she wanted to. But
she didn’t. He unzipped her pants and his hand slipped inside, under her
panties, to find the slickness of her pussy. One finger slid in and she moaned,
lifting her hips to help him ease in further. His thumb rubbed her clit,
teasing the nub while another finger also pushed in. In and out he rubbed, up
and down. Her body tightened, and she panted, her hips bucking against the
fingers driving her crazy.
Then he pulled
back, finally breaking his kiss to trail over her cheek, down her chin to her
neck. His hand left her slit. She moaned in protest and shifted her hips
higher, pressing against his hardness. But he tugged at her shirt, hurrying to
unbutton it to reveal her thermal undershirt. For the next few moments it was all
about getting her naked.
Once she lay before
him, exposed, he took a moment to stare at her while running a hand over her
skin, over her breasts, teasing the nipples to pucker. Thea shifted restlessly,
arching her back to get him to touch her more.
His fingers trailed
down, over the concave contour of her belly, into the red curls hiding her
femininity. He shifted lower, and his fingers parted her folds as his mouth
settled on her aching clit.
She arched with a
screech of pleasure, bucking hard against his mouth. He sucked her deep, his
tongue probing into her opening and licking it. Her hands clutched uselessly at
his hair, either urging him on or trying to make him leave, she wasn’t sure.
She wanted more, she wanted to feel all of him but wasn’t quite sure what to
ask for.
He seemed to know,
however, and moved off her. She reached for him. She may not have known exactly
what she was reaching for, but she knew she didn’t want him to go away. He
moved, his clothing shifting off, his skin hot against her touch. She touched
his chest, his hips.
“Do you have a
condom?” she whispered.
He blinked,
confused.
“I have one,” she
told him. “I thought, you know, just in case.”
She reached for her
jeans and took out the little foil from her pocket. She heard the tearing of a
wrapper, and then he was lifting her hips, settling them over his shoulders. He
rose up between her legs, holding firm to her thighs. In one thrust, he entered
her.
About the Author
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I live in Los Angeles, surrounded by friends and family. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Twitter: @BethDCarter or Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor
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