In the Land of Milk and Honey by Nell E.S. Douglas 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Romantic Suspense)

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When Gabrielle “Bree” Valentine awoke in a hospital bed with a newborn baby, she centered herself and rebuilt. Bree didn’t think about her mental breakdown, lost memories, or the features of a stranger emerging daily in the face of the son she is raising alone. Five years later, on a weekend in the Hamptons, a chance encounter with a man unlike any other jars her—bone deep. Daniel Hawthorne Baird II, wealthy, dangerous, British aristocrat, gravitates to Bree like caviar on crostini. In his relentless obsession with Bree, their lives entwine despite Bree’s resistance. With the unconditional support of friends she calls ‘family’, Bree confronts the most difficult questions of her life. Unearthing the painful mysteries behind who fathered her child, who the real Daniel Baird is, and the irrepressible desire driving her towards a man destined to be the end of them both.

“You taste like chocolate,” said Daniel, giving me back my mouth.
I caught my breath. “You made it,” a grin spreading wide. He pressed a firm kiss on my lip. “Am I your hero?” he asked sardonically, trying to unbutton my shirt.
“Wrong damsel. I don’t need any rescuing,” I breathed, as my head lazily tilted back on its own. I started rebuttoning from the top.
He pulled back. “You must be in shock. You are lying to yourself.”
“You can’t start fires just to play hero when you put them out.”
“So I’m an arsonist,” he smiled, kissing my lips. “I didn’t bring a hose.”
I thought he might be wrong. He regained a few buttons, and I pulled the shirt together tightly, “You’re terrible.”
“Flattery won’t save you.” Giving up on buttons he rested an elbow on the wall above my head, his jacket veiling us. Eyes downcast, he pulled the shirt over his destination, resting the bunched fabric on top of my breasts as he hooked a finger sharply to reveal what he sought. Then I yanked the top back down.
He relented marginally when I pushed him back, ducking my head under his arm, and craning my neck out. In the distance, out in the light of the museum exhibit, I found the group of kids huddled around the colorful tyrannosaur display, listening raptly. His head was bent over me, hands flat on the wall beside my head.
I straightened myself, adding seriously, “You should come say hi.”
“I will,” he replied, not quite insulted, then the warmth returned tenfold. He grasped my bottom, lifting me on my toes, a thigh hooked around him. “First I must put out this fire,” he blazed.
I felt dizzy. “I thought you didn’t bring a hose?” I managed to rasp.
“No,” he said lightly, kissing my nose—and hiked me up firmly, done with games. He whispered, “Just a sword,” and pressed against the wall hard, his fingers sliding under and digging in.

I opened my mouth to object, but as he one-handedly unsheathed himself, all that came was an empty mannered protest, “We can’t do this here.” I’d done my part. I panted.
Instantly, his hand flicked, followed by the sound of ripping silk, eliminating all barriers “You’re too late,” he plunged inside me and covered my mouth with his—dragging us deeper into shadows.

Nell E. S. Douglas has possessed a deep, abiding love for written words since childhood. The transition from reader, to writer, was a natural one. Her first stories, penned on the lined pages of class notebooks, were inspired by her mother’s poetry and epic tales of travel, and a professorial inquisitiveness inherited from her father. Following college in Florida, Nell exited the world of pure imagination, and entered the one of business, successfully establishing a career in sales, and developing a cup-a-day habit (of coffee). Today, Nell writes everything from story ideas to essays during the spaces in-between domestic goddessing, and contributing as a managing partner to a thriving small business. Nell resides in Florida, with her husband and their children, passing on the traditions of her mother, and sinking her feet in the sand whenever possible.

Her favorite books are Pride and Prejudice, and To Kill a Mockingbird. Her favorite movies are Gladiator, anything by Scorcese, The Time Traveller’s Wife, and Bridesmaids.