Here we are on Publication Day for Bound by a Sicilian Secret by Lela May Wight! To celebrate, I have an extract for you and a few words from Lela about her debut novel. First of all, what's it about?
The proof of their passion: she’s carrying the Sicilian’s
child! Read this thrilling secret baby romance from Lela May Wight.
When their worlds collided…
They became tied forever!
Flora Bick once strayed from her carefully scripted life and
lost herself in the uninhibited kisses of a stranger. Overwhelmed, she fled his
bed and returned to her risk-free existence. Now, he’s found her and together
they discover the unimaginable—she’s pregnant!
Demanding Flora accompany him to Sicily, Raffaele Russo
finally reveals his vast wealth—and his determination to give their child the
stable upbringing he never had. But for the time being, their secret remains
theirs alone, and it will bind them even closer than their ever-present desire…
From Harlequin Presents: Escape to exotic locations where
passion knows no bounds.
Here in Lela May's words is a little sneak peak at her characters and themes in the novel:
Raffaele and Flora’s love story and journey to a happily
ever after is a road full of tearing down the walls they’ve built around
themselves…
Flora has lived a sheltered life, and a night in London
opens her world to a whole new host of feelings and revelations!
Raffaele is a mountain! A one-man band in charge of
protecting everything and everyone. Until he meets Flora, and she is resolved
to show him he can let down the security fences, all the alarms, he has in
place, and let someone else protect him.
Tropes and themes!
*Never been kissed
*Cinderella
*Tortured hero
*One Night with Consequences
*Surprise baby
Introduction to scene:
Freedom is a choice…
In this scene, Flora is battling with the idea of who she
should be, and what others expect her to be.
Flora allowed herself a night with Raffaele to explore all
the desires she never would allow herself to feel in the broad strokes of the
sun, and when that moment was over, she ran. Back to the safety of routine and
hid herself beneath her duty to others and their expectations of her. But here
he is, back in her life, and reminding her that freedom *can* be a choice, if
she allows herself to drop the heavy load on her back, one brick at a time.
And the conflict in this little snippet, has never been
greater between who Flora wants to be, and what the people around her expect
her to be…
Extract:
‘Do not run from me
again.’
It was a command,
but a pleading note punctuated it.
Flora
couldn’t do anything but plant her feet to the ground. The danger was standing
right in front of her, touching her, but she couldn’t shrug off his hold on her
body because his fingers on her jean-clad hip weren’t what was holding her in
place. It was the intensity in his eyes.
‘I
didn’t run the first time,’ she lied, because she couldn’t confess the truth.
‘I walked straight out through the front door of the hotel.’
He
pulled his hand away. ‘Without saying goodbye?’
Shame
gripped her. Quietly, she’d slipped from his room and gone back to her own.
She’d collected the folder containing the redacted version of her life and then
she’d run all the way home. From bus to train. City to country. From field to
farm. Ready to fall back into line. Obey the rules. Forget everything she’d
learnt in London.
She’d
locked her time in London away...justified her reckless actions as being just
one night. One slip from grace.
She
wouldn’t slip again.
‘Why
would I say goodbye when we didn’t say hello?’
‘We
shared—’
‘A
night. A moment,’ she interrupted. ‘And you’re not following the rules.’
‘Rules?’
‘Of one-night
stands.’
He
raised a dark brow sardonically. ‘You’d know because you’ve had so many?’
She
clamped down on her bottom lip. He was scribbling outside the lines on purpose.
While she was trying to stay within them with painstaking determination.
But it
clawed through her. The realisation that she wanted to break the rules, too.
She wanted to stem the itch on her palm by placing it on his cheek, to see how
smooth his skin was without the stubble he’d had all those weeks ago. She
wanted to run her fingers along his jaw, to stare into his eyes and demand he
kiss her. Everywhere. She didn’t want to be this woman who lived to make others
happy. She wanted to be free.
One
more time…
About the Author
Lela May Wight grew up with seven brothers and sisters. Yes,
it was noisy, and she often found escape in romance books. She still does, but
now she gets to write them too! She hopes to offer readers the same escapism
when the world is a little too loud.
Lela May lives in the UK with her sons and her very own
hero, who never complains about her book addiction - he buys her more books!
Check out what she’s up to at lelamaywight.com.
You can follow Lela May here: Website | Twitter | Facebook
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Book links: Amazon UK | Amazon US
Thamls to Lela May Wight, Harlequin and Rachel of Rachel's Random Resources for the extract and a place on the event.
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