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Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Hey all,

I know, I know, I'm late releasing my Romance! All I can say is that it will be out by the end of November.
Thank you to those of you who have reviewed my book! It really does help to build my following.
I have recently divided Becoming Aware into two books. I am still writing it but I haven't got a release time yet. I refuse to rush it and mess up the story, and I have so much to get in this next book that I have to make sure I remember it all and it all flows well.
 Here is a sneak peek of my upcoming romance - enjoy!

(C) Leesha McCoy 2013

Sneak Peek 1.


I fiddle with my crystal clutch bag as Nathan gets in the car and then asks me the dreaded question.
“Where do you live?”
I think about lying and telling him somewhere random and then when he drops me off I can call a taxi. Then I think about telling him the truth, that I live on his street, but then I quickly dismiss both ideas and decide to feign innocence.
“I live in the west End.”
“Okay,” he says deeply, giving me a quick glance before starting the engine, checking for traffic and then pulling onto the carriageway. “I know the West End pretty well, what part?”
I look out the window and wind it down a little, inhaling the warm, night air. Here we go… “Wyndham Street.”
I feel his gaze on me instantly. I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the world outside the car. My stomach clenches as the seconds tick by without a word from either of us. After eternity I finally turn my head to look at him, unable to take the silence any longer. He’s watching the road intently, one elbow on the arm rest of the door and one hand firmly wrapped around the steering wheel. His face is cast in shadows, only occasionally lighting up when a slither of light penetrates the tinted glass windows.
“I thought you looked familiar,” is all he says.
“I don’t—“
“Cut the crap, Amaya, you live opposite me, don’t you?”
The terseness catches me off guard and I instantly regret my decision to let him take me home. He must know that I know where he lives, or at least thinks that I know. I decide against my better judgement to tell the truth.
“Yes.” I stare at him, hoping to gage what he’s thinking.
“Do you like me?” he asks in that huskily deep voice and I notice a smirk on his lips. Damn, has he seen me spying on him? Does he know more than what he’s letting on?
“I…” What do I say?
“Be honest, Amaya, do you like me?”
I sigh heavily. “You seem like a nice guy, we’re going into business together and we wouldn’t be if I didn’t think you were a nice person.” That’s the truth, if he was an asshole I wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He turns to look at me as we hit a traffic jam at Leicester Square.
“What do you want me to say? That I think you’re hot?” I cross my arms and look back out of the window, this is not how I saw my night panning out. Frustrated, I try and see what’s holding us up up-ahead, it looks like there’s been an accident, I can see flashing blue lights. He laughs, I’m not sure if it’s at my question or, at me.
“I just want you to be honest, I can’t figure you out.”
I scoff. “There isn’t anything to figure out.”
“Sure there is, I’d like to get to know you.”
Bewildered, I turn back and face him, he’s staring intently at me. Before I know what’s happening, soft lips are on mine. I freeze and hold my breath, Nathan gently bites my lower lip and it triggers my senses enough to kiss him back. His hand cups my neck and jaw, making me feel tremors through the whole of my body. His kiss is gentle but firm and when he releases my mouth to kiss the edge of my lips and along my jaw, I’m panting.
He suddenly pulls away from me as the car behind us starts to beep its horn. “Move out the fucking way, dickhead,” a woman shouts. I blink rapidly at Nathan as he starts to drive again, well and truly stunned into silence. The woman from behind overtakes us and gives us the finger on the way past. Nathan frowns at the road ahead as we pass a silver and black car that’s hit the central reservation. I want to say something but I don’t know what to say. Luckily I’m spared coming up with small talk because Nathan speaks.
“I like you, Amaya,” he confesses.

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