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WARNING: Due to strong language and intense sexual
situations, these books are not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Book #1 -
ONE TO HOLD: When Derek Alexander, retired
Marine and top private investigator, encounters small-town girl Melissa Jones
at a spa resort in the desert, the two embark on a weeklong, white-hot affair.
He’s determined to hold her, but she’s running from a past that could tear them
apart.
Book #2 -
ONE TO PROTECT: Derek and Melissa are planning a
life together, with a baby on the way… Until a face from the past turns up
dead. Derek knows Melissa is still in danger, and seeing no other option, he
launches a dark chain of events to protect his little family.
Book #3 -
ONE TO SAVE: A secret is never safe when more
than one person knows it. Refusing to let anyone pay for his crimes, Derek
takes matters into his own hands. He's exposed, he's defenseless, but his
friends are determined to save him.
Exclusive
Sneak Peek – ONE IMMORTAL (Ch. 1-5):
Melissa is a vampire; Derek is a vampire hunter. When the two cross paths in a
bar off Bourbon Street, sparks fly. But Melissa is hiding a secret that could
cost Derek his life.
Readers say….
"FIVE STARS for the entire ONE
TO HOLD series!!!" -Aleatha Romig, New
York Times and USA Today
bestselling author of the Consequences series
"Great writing, steamy romance,
humor, and a lot of heart." -Mia Sheridan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author of Archer's Voice
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★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #1 ★★★
One to Save
By
Tia Louise
©
TLM Productions LLC, 2015
“Secrets”
Melissa
In the cool darkness of the
semi-crowded bar, I study the glass in front of me and consider my journey, how
many steps I’ve taken in the last two years, how far I’ve come. Memories of my
old life fade like smoke in a glass. The shame that held me so tightly now
dances at the edges of my mind like the whisper of a bad dream, a flicker of
shadows that no longer make sense in my world.
Young women in shiny slip-dresses
twist and laugh on the dance floor, but instead of resentment, my lips curl
into a smile. My old self—cynical, bitter, defeated—is a memory I have to work
hard to recall. These days I could dance all night with them, but I’d rather
spend my energy on other things.
The slim glass holds a pale amber
liquid, and I can’t resist taking a sip. An involuntary wince pinches my eyes
as I put it down. Seven and seven. Refreshing citrus dragged down by the heavy
undertone of whiskey. So gross.
Sliding my palms over my thighs, I
realize my outfit isn’t much different from the girls’ on the dance floor. The
deep red silk is fitted at my waist, and drapes loosely over my torso. My long,
dark hair is swept over one shoulder revealing a thin spaghetti strap. I
lightly touch the delicate gold chain around my neck leading to the floating
heart pendant that sits between my collarbones, and light glances off the thick
gold cuff on my wrist.
Unlike that night almost two years
ago, I’m alone. My best friend Elaine is miles away with her new husband, most
likely indulging in that blissful honeymoon period of early marriage. Make
that, most certainly indulging. I
know those two well.
No, I came by myself to this bar in
Princeton after finishing my business with a client in town. My infant son is
in Wilmington, spending the weekend with his grandmother. Studying my hands, I admire
the deep blue sapphire ring on my finger, but I have no wedding band.
At thirty-two, I’m an unmarried
mother of a beautiful little boy, and I wouldn’t change a thing… Yet. The tiny
silver scar at my hairline reminds me of what a bad marriage looks like, and
with my successful marketing business and the gorgeous cottage at the beach I
own, I’m satisfied with my life. Calm, not desperate. I’ll take my next steps
deliberately, with certainty.
All these thoughts preoccupy my mind
when I blink up and catch him watching me from across the square-shaped bar.
Blue eyes, strikingly blue because of the way they stand out beneath his dark
brow, coupled with collar-length thick dark hair.
He’s massive, at least six-two, and
elegantly dressed with a thick stainless watch on his wrist. I can spot his
type a mile away—rich, powerful, accustomed to getting what he wants. I can’t
deny the hum his gaze sets off under my skin. I know what he wants.
Catching my lip in my teeth to stop
my grin, I know what I want, too, and it’s no coincidence I happened to look up
at that exact moment to meet his stare. Still, I’ll make him work for it.
He starts to move, his eyes never
leaving mine. I don’t look away either. Thick cords of muscle ripple beneath
the thin black sweater he wears as he glides past the oblivious patrons talking
and laughing. Some are more animated than others, waving their arms and putting
their drinks in peril.
Yellow lights hidden in the recesses
above the bar illuminate rows of liquor bottles in all colors and shapes.
Glasses hanging upside down above also catch the flickering light. It’s a
raucous atmosphere, but this man and I are in our own secret place of longing
and desire.
As he rounds the final corner, and I
see him in full, my breath quickens. My eyes drift from his broad shoulders to
his narrow waist, grey slacks and black shoes, then back up just as he reaches
me. A close beard shadows his face, and the muscles low in my pelvis tighten at
the thought of how it feels brushing the soft skin of my inner thighs.
★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #2 ★★★
One to Protect
By
Tia Louise
©
TLM Productions LLC, 2014
“A
Physical Reminder”
Derek
The cottage is dark when I arrive at
6 a.m. Elaine is the only one with an early wake-up call, so it’s possible I
can get into Melissa’s room before they’re up and stirring. Driving all night
might not have been the most restful approach, but with the energy surging
through my chest, I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep anyway. I’ll nap a few hours
this morning and be ready to go without losing a day.
Dropping my duffel by the stainless
fridge inside, I ease off my boots and place them one at a time by the door doing
my best to keep quiet. Grabbing a water bottle, I head to Melissa’s bedroom,
but I nearly slam it against the skull of a half-dressed Patrick. He’s right
around the corner, holding a wooden baseball bat high, like he’s about to use
my head for the winning homer in the World Series.
“SHIT!”
we both whisper-shout.
“What the fuck?” Patrick lowers the
bat and breathes.
I recognize the energy surging
through his muscles. It matches the rapid tweaking of my own, and I need a
second to recover.
“You could’ve shot me a text,” he
groans, dropping onto the couch. “Did you fucking drive all night?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I clap his
shoulder as I pass. “Glad to see you’re on your toes. You’re officially off
guard duty.”
“Hey!” I pause, and he tosses me the
bat. “Happy to help. I’m going back to bed.”
Catching his “weapon,” my brow
lines. “Think you’ll be able to sleep?”
“Nope.” That grin spreads across his
face. It’s the same one that used to tick me off because I knew it meant I’d be
cleaning up his shit sooner rather than later.
“Just keep it down. I don’t need to
hear you getting any.”
He points back at me as he heads
down the hall. “Right back atcha.”
Shaking my head, I turn Melissa’s
bedroom door handle as softly as possible. Unlike my younger partner, I don’t
plan to wake her this early. I know the pregnancy makes her tired, and I’ll be
content to be beside her. It’ll be the first good rest I’ve had in four days,
knowing she’s with me and safe.
She’s curled in her familiar
sleeping position, and I can’t help a smile as the warmth of love fills me. I
will never get tired of watching this woman sleep.
Jeans off, I whip the thin, navy
sweater I’m wearing over my head and slip into her king-sized bed. She doesn’t
even stir, and I’m happy she feels so secure with Patrick in the house. He
might have been a pain in my ass in the past, but he’s more than made up for it
with this assignment.
Easing closer to her, I lift her
long, dark waves off the pillow and replace them with my head. She makes a soft
noise and stirs, but she doesn’t wake. My arm goes above her, and our bodies
are so close, I can feel the warmth radiating from her ivory skin.
Wrapping a dark curl around my
finger, the tension slowly drains from my body. Being with her is enough. She’s
home and comfort and warmth and all the good things I thought I’d never have
again. She’s my future and my desire and my love, and the notion that some
dickwad might try to hurt this woman, might threaten what I cherish…
She sighs and scoots closer to me,
still asleep. The idea that she knows I’m here is incredibly satisfying. My own
eyes are heavy, and I lower my head.
In three breaths, I’m out.
★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #3 ★★★
One to Hold
By
Tia Louise
©
TLM Productions LLC, 2013
“Special
Forces”
Melissa
Elaine frowned up at me. “Mel? Are
you okay?”
She started to rise, but I held out
my hand. “Please stay. I just… I need to go. I’ll have dinner in the room.”
“But you don’t have a key!”
“I’ll get one from the front desk.
Please… just stay.” I turned and hastened to the restaurant exit.
Elaine spoke again, and the low
sound of male voices joined hers, but I didn’t stop. My heart was flying, and I
was out the door, fast-walking through the convention center hall in less than
a minute.
I’d intended to exit the way we’d
come in, but somehow, I’d gotten turned around. Now I was headed in the
direction of the small bar from our very first night. Between me and it were
three signs for men, women, and the large “family” bathroom. I paused, trying
to remember the quickest way back to the spa side of the resort. Just then, I
felt a presence approaching quickly. I started to go, but Derek’s voice stopped
me.
“Wait,” he said, touching my arm.
I turned so abruptly, he bumped into
me, catching me in his strong embrace, his familiar woodsy scent all around me.
“Oh,” I said, clutching his solid arms, looking up into his intense blue eyes.
Energy rushed through me so hard, I was sure he could see it. I almost felt
like I could see it reflected in his own eyes.
“Here,” he said glancing around
quickly before pulling me into the family bathroom.
I only had a moment to observe how
very clean it was before he had me against the wall, pinned by his huge
physique.
“You never came.” His voice was a
low, husky whisper. “I waited all night.”
My hands rested on his chest, and
heat flamed through me with every heartbeat. My eyes traveled up, up, up to
his. They were darkened now, and I was certain he was thinking the same thing
as me. He remembered how fantastically our bodies came together two nights ago.
I barely registered him reaching out to lock the door.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say.
“When you walked in the restaurant
tonight… god, you’re so beautiful.” He spoke against my skin as his lips
pressed into my brow, his beard roughing my closed eyelids. “Are you feeling
bad?”
“No,” I managed to say despite the
heat surging through me as his lips moved to my temple. “I… didn’t think I
could eat.”
“Good,” he said in a thick voice
before covering my mouth with his. Mine opened quickly, drawing him in. Our
tongues entwined before his lips moved to my jaw then down my neck. “I thought
about you all day.” His breath whispered across my skin, and I couldn’t stop a
surge of desire low in my stomach. “Will you let me have you here?”
“Yes,” I barely spoke, and he
dropped to his knees.
He gathered the thin fabric of my
dress, shoving it up to my waist as he caught the side of my thong with his
thumb.
About the Author:
Tia Louise is the Amazon and International Bestselling
author of the ONE TO HOLD series.
From “Readers’ Choice” nominations, to USA Today “Happily Ever After” nods, to winning the 2015 “Favorite
Erotica Author” and the 2014 “Lady Boner Award” (LOL!), nothing makes her
happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the
Alexander-Knight world of stories.
A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA
with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she
hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public
locations...
Books by
Tia Louise:
One to
Hold (Derek & Melissa), 2013
One to
Keep (Patrick & Elaine), 2014
One to
Protect (Derek & Melissa), 2014
One to
Love (Kenny & Slayde), 2014
One to
Leave (Stuart & Mariska), 2014
One to
Save (Derek & Melissa), 2015
One to
Chase (Amy & Marcus), 2015
One to
Take (Stuart & Mariska), coming
Jan/Feb 2016!
Paranormal
Romances (all stand-alones):
One
Immortal (Derek & Melissa,
#SexyVampires), 2015
One
Insatiable (Koa & Mercy, #AlphaShifters),
2015
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