Hearts & Happy Endings with Chloe Adler
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Dear Readers 😍
This week I’m in the south of Portugal in the Algarve, which is the warmest part of Portugal. I’m staying in my friend’s caravan with my dog and while I’ve been trying to take this break for months, at first it was extremely anti-climactic. And now… semi-tragic 😅
I’ll tell you why… I stayed here for six weeks before I moved to Porto in 2022 and I had built it up as the perfect Utopian Paradise. My friend has a farm with a dog hotel, a separate yoga studio, an outdoor kitchen and shower, all built on at least two acres. I literally got all my steps in yesterday without leaving her property. But… it’s a farm. It’s muddy and cold without any heating. There are bugs everywhere, including in my bed LOL. My entire face and much of my body is covered in bug bites!! 😱 My dog is getting tics and today biting ants attacked my feet and legs!!! 😬 Turns out, they hurt!!
It’s a little like glamping. I have to walk quite far to get to the outdoor toilet which often has birds, snails, lizards and ants flying or crawling about. And most importantly, my dog is miserable. I built up this whole fantasy about how she would love it here, running in the dog area and playing with the other dogs. But she would rather be with me and I don’t have the energy to throw the ball all day for her plus she can’t be off leash with the thousands of tics, fleas, stickers and mosquitos. Today she escaped my friend’s fenced in area and tried to get to the pigs!! 🙄
And still… this has been the perfect vacation for me, and yes I’m serious though I am leaving four days early. 🤣🤣🤣
I realize that this lifestyle is not comfortable for me and I was yearning for it. Instead, it’s made me super appreciate my apartment in the city! I told my friend how I’d built it up in my head as this Utopia and she had a good laugh, assuring me that was a fantasy. 😅
I have been forced to slow down, mostly because the internet here is extremely spotty and it’s hard to stay up past 9pm without lights.
It’s colder in the mornings and evenings (there’s no heat) but it’s nice during the day!
It’s good to get away and reset once in awhile
Thank you so much to everyone who responded re: my new book—a contemporary BDSM m/f romance! Almost everyone voted to have me release it under my name and I’m going to do it! The cover designer is working on the cover now. I will be offering it to all of you for free for 2 weeks once it’s formatted!
I have two questions, I’d love it if you’re up for responding!
Question 1: Do you mostly read books in KU?
Question 2 (the fun one): What’s more dangerous: falling for someone who hides their darkness or someone who embraces it? Bonus: Why?
Please leave responses in the comments below where everyone can see and interact if they choose. I respond to all comments personally!
Descent is the first book in a three book series. It’s RH and it’s an interesting one. Sydney (the main character) is one of my all-time favorite heroines! 🥰🥰🥰 Spice Level = 🌶️🌶️🌶️
Descent Excerpt: Book 1 in Destiny Chronicles
Sydney
I make my way down the carpeted staircase, running my hand down the mahogany banister for effect.
The front door opens and closes with a thump. Twitters alight throughout the foyer but I dare not look up. Instead, I focus on gliding. Most of the women and men who work here are willing vampire food. Only a few like to earn extra money by going upstairs, which already sets me apart, so I don’t have to try too hard.
I look down as if I’m focusing on my four-inch heels, which graze, expertly, over the carpeted stairs. When I reach the bottom I pause for effect and scan the room for a free space to sit.
“Oh he’s here,” a punked-out boy-man says. “I hope he picks me to drain tonight.”
“Like you’d be so lucky. You know his type and it’s not you,” a small girl with a pixie cut says.
“Well it’s not you either,” he retorts.
“It has been.”
The girl narrows her eyes at the guy and angles her hips toward the front door. I don’t really care which guy they’re gaga over. If anything, it makes me less interested. I’m not here to fight over anyone plus it sounds like whoever it is, it’s a vampire looking for a bite.
“Oh my God,” comes a breathy voice to my right. “He’s walking this way. Does my lipstick look okay?”
Disgusted, I remain at the foot of the staircase, yawn and study my nails, taking great care not to look up. I don’t have to feign disinterest because the reality is, I do not care.
I smell him before I see him. Spice with hints of orange, pipe tobacco? Still, I keep my eyes on my nails.
His deep rumbling laugh tickles my ears and the other guys and girls laugh around him.
“Hey, Niall,” one of them calls. “Pick me tonight, please.”
Desperate, ick.
“I like a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it,” Niall responds, close enough that his breath caresses my cheek.
And still, I refuse to look up.
“But tonight I’m in the mood for something new. Something I’ve never tasted before. Something with hair as black as a moonless night.”
He’s standing over me. I may as well earn my second wad. Pun intended. I look up, languidly, letting my eyes trail his body. The shoes are sporty but an ugly black and gold with Alpinestars written across the black strap holding them closed. My gaze works up his skintight leather pants, stopping at his belt buckle. A skull? How trite. With white gems for eyes, obviously rhinestones. All along the leather of the belt on both sides of the skull are nails. Actual nails, with the pointy ends sticking straight out like spikes. I close my eyes, not wanting to continue the ride.
“What’s your name?” His breath is cool; a vampire who hasn’t drunk this week.
“Sydney.” I keep my eyes shut, willing myself not to look up.
“Is this your first night?”
I offer my practiced tinkling laughter. “No sir, I’ve been here for a few months.”
“You must be awfully popular if I haven’t seen you before now.”
“Perhaps.” I sweep my hair over my other shoulder and the cool air chills the wetness left from the damp strands.
He waits without speaking and I can’t ignore him any longer. I lift my eyes upward, past the belt and tight-fitting black leather jacket to—Mr. Tall, dark and smoking hot. Of course. With every eye on him, I knew he wouldn’t be a troll, but this? If I wasn’t a trained professional who’s slept with the rich, the powerful and even a few of the famous, I’d be at a loss for words.
He’s painfully beautiful with thick hair falling past solid shoulders. The jagged cut frames a jaw so square it could be used as a hopscotch court.
Eyes a deep forest green with a ring of dark gray and a burst of amber hug the pupil. Eyes that appear, on first glance, almost merry, but a darkness floats in their depths, far beneath the surface and he makes no effort to hide it.
I offer him my I don’t give a shit about you smile. If he’s perceptive, he’ll read it correctly. One side of his lips crook upward and his eyes fall to half-mast.
“Sydney?” He holds out his hand and I take it.
A lightning strike of sexual attraction startles me, but I don’t react. It happens sometimes. No big deal. Doesn’t mean a thing.
He leans into my ear. “I’d like to drink from you too while we fuck.” His hot breath sends chills down my spine but his words rouse anger. What the hell, Syd? You’re a pro. I do not react to men this way.
“Fucking is on the table, drinking is not.” I swish my long, dark hair onto my back in a practiced move.
He nods, then leads me up the stairs, walking just a pace in front of me and never letting go of my hand. An unexpected warmth bleeds through the chill of his skin and I find myself lured to follow him, almost like he’s a snake charmer and I’m the snake.
FREEBIE PNR from—This month’s Guest Author: Jilli Waters
Anne is visiting her aunt in the small town of Moonfang Haven. A break from law school. The last thing she expects to find is herself rescued by the reclusive, grumpy orc.
Rescued by the Grumpy Orc is a grumpy-sunshine, sweet and steamy small-town romance in the Toothsome Monster Romance series.
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I am glad you decided to publish the new book under your name. I did have one of your books on my kindle.....read and reviewed. I really enjoyed Paris.
As for your questions, I am not a member of KU. I have a friend who does that program. I do not want to be on a schedule as to when I read a book before it disappears from my library.
I am not sure which I would prefer. I would actually prefer neither. The first because he would be lying to me. That is not a relationship I want. The other, it would depend on the darkness. If he is evil, no way. But kinky, that is better to be open about.
I love paperback or hardcover books I’m old school I have a pretty nice library collection of all my books and want more. lol. And embrace the darkness .