Crawl in Bed With Angelina Rain

 Crawling Into Bed With Angelina Rain

And Rescued Love

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Silk, of course! Black silk sheets because I like the better things in life. Don't you?

What are you wearing? I'm one of those old fashioned women who likes to wear those skimpy little baby doll like dresses to bed.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Ice cream! I love funky flavors too, like right now I'm having coffee flavored ice cream.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Oh, nothing much. Just spare batteries, my vibrator, anal beads, condoms, and flavored lube. Where else would I keep that stuff?

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? My back needs to be covered, but I do like to have one leg sticking out.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? *Shivers* But then I'll be cold too.

What are we reading?

We're reading Rescued Love, my new contemporary romantic suspense.

BLURB:

One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.

The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn't resist Jordan.

It's a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

EXCERPT:

"We have to talk." His tone dripped with tension.

She turned to him. "I've had enough bad news for this week. Whatever it is can wait a couple of minutes."

He looked irked and worried, and he avoided her gaze. The moment seemed to stretch forever and Nate ran his hand over the back of his neck. Eventually, he nodded.

She indicated for him to sit at the kitchen table and pulled out the leftover lasagna Petra had brought over that morning. She popped it into the oven.

"I hope you like lasagna," she said in an attempt to start a normal conversation.

"Did you make it?"

"No." She sat across from him. "Petra did."

Why was Nate so tense? She was curious to know what he intended to tell her, but given the pained expression on Nate's face, she was also scared. From the look in his eyes, it wasn't going to be something she wanted to hear.

"So anything new about the case?"

He shook his head. Her attempt at conversation failed.

It wasn't until after dinner as Jordan washed the dishes that Nate spoke. "We have to talk."

Jordan turned to face him, the damp rag from drying the plates hung in her hands. "Can't it wait?"

"No." He stood, and walked closer to her, his stance powerful. He looked dangerous. His eyes were cold, hard, the look in them hollow and heartbroken.

She didn't expect to hear any good news so she braced for the worst. "What is it?"

Nate sighed deeply, as though stalling what he had to say. "I can't see you ever again."

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