Aftermath by Jenna Duncan Promo post and Excerpt

Author: Jenna-Lynne Duncan

Publisher: Stolen Kiss Press

Release date:  July 2013

Genre: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy

Age Group: Young Adult

Event organized by: AToMR Tours

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12751789-aftermath

Book Description:

Adriana can’t decide which is harder— living in post-Katrina New Orleans or living with two immortal brothers. Ana and Hayden are finally together but Hayden’s brother Luke is trying to come between them… and he’s never been known to play fair. While Ana still attempts to cling to her normal life, psychic visions take over her dreams. With Mardi Gras season approaching and a vision of a murder, Ana will find out if she can really change the future or if she’s just upsetting a very delicate balance. What she could never predict was just how far Luke would go to satisfy his obsession…

 

About the Author

Jenna-Lynne Duncan graduated from the University of St. Thomas with degrees in Political Science, International Studies and Middle Eastern Studies. She is the author of the popular young adult series Hurricane. She is currently working on a fourth Hurricane novel as well as another YA series. Besides writing, Jenna-Lynne likes children and travelling. Preferably together.  

To know more about Jenna-Lynne, please visit her website at www.Jenna-Lynne.com

  

Author social media links:

Twitter: @JennaLynneD or www.Twitter.com/JennaLynneD

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenna-Lynne-Duncan/198137450227636

GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4957254.Jenna_Lynne_Duncan

Excerpt: 

As I went to follow them, Luke stopped me. I stared at his hand curled around my arm, acutely aware of his touch.

​When I looked up at him, his eyes became stormy. He licked his lips and then bent down to whisper in my ear. The heat of his breath tickled the sensitive area of my neck as he whispered, “ You can’t expect me to play nice, when you wear something like that. I’m afraid I simply won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

​My jaw dropped open. His words appalled me—and at the same time excited me.

​I recovered my composure. “You'd better keep your hands off me, unless you want me to break your fingers.” I gave him my best menacing smile. Where was this side of me coming from? Strangely, I knew.

​“Ohh,” his chest rumbled with laughter. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

​“Both.” I snapped as he slowly made his way around to my other ear. This had to stop.

​“I look forward to any time where you touch me.” He had circled me, like he was a vulture and I was his prey.

​“You’re disgusting!”

​“We’ll talk more of what I am later, love. Right now, your friends are waiting.” At his last words, he left me there in the hallway, weak-kneed and boiling with anger.

​“No, we will not talk about this later!” I called after him, but it was too late, I had already heard the door to the garage open. And he'd had the last word.