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Sunday, November 15, 2015

L.B. Dunbar's Paradise Fought: Abel ⋙Cover Reveal⋘


Paradise Fought: Abel 
by L.B. Dunbar
The fight is on...January 25, 2016.
#Fight4Love

Blurb
I'm not a fighter.
I was born into a fighting family. As the middle child, I was overlooked in favor of my older brother.
He took the negative attention, too. In comparison, there's nothing special about me.
I’m not as big as Cobra. I’m not as strong as Cobra. He's the alpha.
I'm a beta.
The second son.
The lesser one.
The one never encouraged to fight, never encouraged to do anything, but stay out of my father’s way.

I'm not a lover either - but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.
I met a girl in the pouring rain.
Sounds cliché, but it's true. It changed everything.
Because of love, I learned to fight.

Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.

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Excerpt
“Whoa, sister,” he said, slightly out of breath. “You almost got away from me again.”
 “What?” I questioned. I had no idea what he meant: again.
 “Never mind,” he muttered, his hand still on me. I looked down at it and he immediately released me. My eyes pinched as I realized I didn’t mind his hand on me. There was something nonthreatening about him. He seemed rather innocent, studious, actually. His shirt was buttoned almost to the top and tucked into his pants. The sleeves secure at the cuffs. His jeans were snug and hugged him well. He wore dark rimmed glasses that screamed smart. He wore boots that looked too new. It was like he had the right parts but the wrong combination.
            His blue eyes were soft and easy to look into. They practically spoke to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. His dark hair was disheveled, a bit shaggy, but cool looking. He kind-of looked like a pop star which was a little too sugar sweet for me. His form was questionable. It was hard to tell what kind of body he had under the clothes. He looked rather preppy, like half the guys at this university. I didn’t want to think about it. I’d just sold my soul for another semester.
            “So when do you want to do this?” I asked. His blank stare told me he had no idea what I meant.
            “Us,” I said, pointing between him and me.
        “I…” His voice trailed off as he gawked at me. His expression changed from confusion to shock.
            “I didn’t buy you to sleep with you,” he said, a touch of disbelief in his voice. His face turned crimson then fell. “Why, have you done that before?” It was my turn to be surprised and offended.
            I turned on my heels and began stomping away from him. He was too quick and he caught me again. His hand on my arm halted me. This time he didn’t release me when I peered down at his fingers wrapped around me.
            “Look. I need help,” he blurted. His face pinked a little, and it was sweet. “I don’t need help with sex. I need help with before.” His tone dropped, and he looked side to side to see if anyone would hear him. I took his meaning.
            “You don’t know how to do foreplay?” 





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