Finally, His releases on October 10 (have you preordered?) but there’s some fun to be had before then!
Have you been playing the Finally, His Scavenger Hunt on social media with me? If not, there’s still time.
Go to my Facebook page or my Instagram feed and search on this hashtag: #EliteDomsScavengerHunt to find all the “missions.” Read the questions posed and fill in the day’s google form with your answer.
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Everyone who answers all the questions correctly wins a special swag pack. One grand prize winner will receive a signed print copy of Finally, His.
Not interested in playing? Here’s an excerpt from Finally, His to enjoy instead!
His strides ate up the expensive Oriental carpeting. When he was a mere twelve inches from her, Colette’s neck craned to look up into his face. Now, so close to his glittering eyes, every nerve in her body lit up like the sun. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her teeth grabbed her bottom lip—probably more to have something to do rather than chatter.
“Hello.” His voice matched his eyes—deep and assured.
With a small wink, Charlotte scooted away, and the room constricted, narrowing down to him as if all the people around them had been pushed away by invisible hands.
“Hi. I’m …” Why was she having such trouble forming words? As a foreign language translator, she was usually much quicker with them—in four languages.
“Colette. Yes, I know.”
Of course, he knew. Everyone in the room likely had a dossier on her already—something with big letters that said, “Look, but don’t touch.”
Alexander’s club application was akin to filling out a college application—and one that only allowed her entry to tonight’s introduction party. Nothing beyond. Apparently, to join the club officially, one must have a background check worthy of the CIA.
The masked man held out a hand, which she took.
Warm flesh engulfed her hand. “Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. Enjoying wasn’t the word she’d use, but it’d do.
“Anything in particular catch your eye?” His hand kept possession of hers.
Okay, small talk was underrated anyway. “I’m not sure yet. But nothing I’ve seen has me running for the hills—yet.” She tried to sound light, flirty. Instead, her voice came out thin and little more than a squeak.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He studied her face. “You look beautiful tonight, Colette. But then, you always did.” He flipped her hand over and pressed a small card into her palm. “Think about it.”
He then released his handhold and strode away.
Wait a minute. Always did? She glanced down at the little card he’d given her. It read: Griffin Miles Storm.
Her brain froze along with every part of her body. He couldn’t be.
On the back, he’d written a note in large-scrolled handwriting. My office. Thursday. 12 noon.
No address. But he didn’t need to give one, did he? She knew exactly where his office was. Knew who he was.
Holy. Shit. She glanced around, her eyes searching for him, a man she hadn’t believed she’d ever see again.