Sagittarius is out now!
In case you missed it, Sagittarius has been out for a few weeks now! Majority of the reviews from readers have been positive so far, though some have lamented that cliffy of an ending. This is the part where the evil author laughs maniacally (muahahaha!). Do I have your attention now? If you haven’t met Novalee and her twelve zodiac men, you can grab Aries (part one) for FREE here!
Blurb
Twelve men. A virgin queen. One arranged marriage.
Tatum Harding.
Resident pilot.
A man of surprises.
Self-proclaimed voyeur.
At the monthly dinner with the Brotherhood, he reveals his gift—a trip to Los Angeles, where I’m scheduled to debut as a designer at the Fashion Festival. To sweeten the deal, he allows me a plus-one.
Sebastian is my only choice, but there’s just one condition.
Tatum wants to watch.
The idea should disturb me, and when he makes it clear he wants to join, I definitely shouldn’t agree.
Because grave decisions come with consequences, and this one is a doozy, spawning so much guilt that I compound the mistake with an even bigger one.
A single moment of distrust turns my world upside down, ending in trauma and tragedy.
I’ve survived a lifetime’s worth of suffering at the hands of these men, but this…
This will be the catalyst that destroys me.
Part 9 of The Zodiac Queen.
Excerpt
“I thought flying me to the fashion show was your gift.”
“It is, and so is the plus-one I’m allowing you to invite.” He nods to where Sebastian is watching us with suspicion. “Though I’d wager my wings I know who your choice will be.”
Sebastian meets my eyes, and a thrill of excitement storms through me. Tatum’s gift is almost too good to be true.
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch, and only one restriction.”
“There’s always one,” I say with an ironic roll of my eyes. Tatum’s easy-going nature puts me at ease, despite knowing nothing about him. “Don’t keep me in suspense, please.”
“Has anyone told you about my…particular tastes?”
“Um…no?”
“I’m a voyeur, Novalee.”
“A voyeur?”
He nods, and I analyze the word and what it means. A flutter of…something goes off in my belly.
Excitement?
Nerves?
Not repulsion, which shocks me.
After the kinky masquerade ball last month and my public display of humiliation, one would think I wouldn’t be so eager to repeat it.
Except there’s one glaring difference.
My attention flits over Sebastian again before meeting Tatum’s gaze. “Are you saying you want to…watch?”
“Yes, if you’re comfortable with the idea.”
Am I comfortable with the idea?
Before Ford’s ball, the answer would have been a definite no. I glance around the table and take in every man—from Liam in his impeccable suit to Sebastian in his signature ripped jeans.
Mr. Bordeaux and his rigid indifference.
Vance and the flirty curve of his lips.
Pax epitomizing nefarious black.
They’ve all seen me naked, and maybe that’s why the idea of an audience isn’t as upsetting as it used to be.
The glower on Sebastian’s face tells a different story. “Are you going to stick to just watching?”
“If that’s what Novalee prefers, then I will keep my hands to myself.” Tatum quirks a brow at Sebastian. “Does that sound okay with you?”
“I’m not bothered by other men watching her come undone for me.” Sebastian throws a pointed glance in Liam’s direction, and some of the chancellor’s smugness disappears.
Tatum nods. “It’s settled. Sebastian will accompany us to Los Angeles.”
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