Thirty Nights
Synopsis:
Thirty nights. Two
hearts. One fate.
American Beauty, Book 1
After her parents’ tragic deaths, Elisa Snow wanted nothing
more than to escape her past. Eighteen and alone, she fled her quaint English
village and moved to the United States. A starving science student by day and
an artist’s muse by night, Elisa has slowly built a new life. She never dreamed
she would lose everything again.
She’s one week from graduation when her visa is unexpectedly
denied. Given thirty days to leave the country, she must face the one thing she
cannot survive again—saying goodbye and leaving her home. Yet within minutes of
her world shattering, she meets a man with the power to piece it back together.
After finishing his tour of duty in Iraq, Aiden Hale traded
battlefields for boardrooms, becoming one of the most successful venture
capitalists in the nation. But all his wealth can’t buy him reprieve from the
horrific memories of war. The only thing that gives him peace is a painting of
Elisa.
Drawn together by their invisible wounds, they begin a
passionate affair as they race against the clock to defy their pasts—and fight
for their future.
Earlier versions of this book were posted on the author’s
blog under the titles of The Master’s Muse and 30 Nights of Snow, using the pen
name Ani Surnois, and has since been extensively edited.
Thirty Nights
©2015 Ani Keating
EXCERPT 2: FIRST KISS
He steps inside. I think he’s trying
to calm himself but it’s hard to tell with the smoke coming out of his ears. He
runs a hand over his hair. What the devil
is wrong with him? He takes one deep breath and explodes.
“Are you so above the rest, Miss Snow,
that you will not deign to attend even your graduation from the institution that
has granted you its highest academic honor? Or is this how little your own life
means to you?” He speaks through gritted teeth.
Oh,
bollocks! How did he find out, and why does he care? Be strong, Isa. “I’m sorry,
but that’s none of your business.” I ignore his second question. Something
about it makes me recoil.
He looks at me like I just insulted
his mother. Honestly, I think I see fire from his nostrils. “None of my fucking
business? Is that your answer?” Still gritted teeth, which I suppose is better than
fangs.
“Yes, that’s my answer.” I stay calm,
hoping some of it will rub off on him. No such luck.
“Over three thousand people watched
President Campbell announce Miss Elisa Cecilia Snow, valedictorian in absentia,
and a full minute of silence fell over the crowd, and you say it’s none of my fucking
business?” He is spitting fire.
Damn
it! Why would President Campbell announce it? I emailed the traitor. Well, one
thing at a time. The Dragon first. “No, I didn’t say fucking business. I said simply business.”
He looks at me with flared nostrils
and roars, his fists hanging down.
“What is wrong with you?”
Oh, this is rich. He is morphing into
a Tolkien creature and I’m the freak? I am usually a calm, rational agent. It’s
probably not apparent based on this last week, but I am. But right now, with my
newly shaved legs and my lacy knickers on, after practicing his name all day in
front of a stupid fan, I want to scratch his eyes out.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, Mr.
Hale. However, based on your behavior these last two days, may I suggest the very
real possibility that there is something seriously wrong with you? I strongly recommend that you visit
a psychiatrist, sir, and soon, before you become a menace on the streets of Portland
and incinerate us all for exercising our right as free human beings to go wherever
we bloody well please,” I hiss, feeling a kindred spirit with Medusa because he
has turned to stone.
Before I can draw a breath, he takes
the two steps between us and his mouth closes in on mine, his hands like a vise
around my face.
The force of his kiss slams me against
the wall and makes me gasp. His lips mold with mine, and his tongue is dancing inside
my mouth. My knees shake a little. As if he knows, one of his hands leaves my face,
trails down my body and rests at the small of my back, arching me against him and
supporting all my weight. I move my tongue shyly around his. I taste cinnamon and
something else, something Aiden. My blood ignites, and another gasp escapes me.
At the sound, he presses his hips against me, and his long fingers reach into my
hair. He pulls my head back until my mouth opens wider. Our tongues move together,
and his anger changes to desperation and then to a slower rhythm that I can follow.
Of their own accord, my arms reach up around his neck and my fingers knot in his
hair. He tenses, so I try to let go but he draws me closer until there is no more
space left. I feel every line of his body against mine. His teeth graze my bottom
lip. It takes me a moment to realize that the moan I hear is coming from me. He
pulls away, his breathing harsh and labored.
“Impossible woman,” he growls.
I open my eyes. His sapphire depths
are blazing. Without his arm supporting me, my knees go back to shaky and weak.
Then it dawns on me. Bloody hell, I’ve just
been kissed by Aiden Hale! And what a kiss it was. I’ll be the first to admit
I don’t have much experience with such things, but I am willing to bet my supplement’s
formula that no girl, anywhere, has been kissed like this. I pinch myself discreetly
to make sure I’m awake. Yes, it was real. My lips are tingling.
“Are you ready to go?” he asks, his
breathing now back in control. Apparently, we are not going to talk about it. That’s
good. What if his next words end this? And what is there to say regardless? By some
miracle, he wants me at some level, and I want him at all levels. That’s good enough
for now. Good enough for forever for someone like me.
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meant I wouldn't have to wait to read part 2!”
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the phenomenon that it is today. Thank you so much for this incredible ride. .
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Ani Keating Bio:
Ani Keating is an attorney,
daughter, sister, and wife, living in the City of Roses, Oregon. When she is
not in court or at the office helping clients sort through legal issues (and
complaining about the photocopy machine), Ani explores her childhood passion
for writing. Her first novel, Thirty Nights,
is a sexy and heart-tugging story about love’s power to save and guide us even
at our darkest moments.
Thirty Nights was originally posted online on fanfiction and on Ani’s
popular blog. Over the course of eight
short months, the story received more than half-million hits, 63,000 visitors,
over 1,000 followers, and over 3,000 reviews and messages. It will be released for everyone on November
17, 2015. Its sequel, Ninety Days, is currently in the
drafting stage.
When she is not writing,
Ani spends endless hours at Powell’s Bookstore, exploring classics and latest
releases. She also likes to stroll
through the Portland Rose Garden, drool over shoes on any store window, and
dance to everything from Beyoncé to Johnny Cash.
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