Title: Beck
Series: Gods of the Fifth Floor #1
Author: MV Ellis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sarah Paige, Opium House Creatives
Release Date: March 3, 2020
Cover Design: Sarah Paige, Opium House Creatives
Release Date: March 3, 2020
Blurb
Meet the Gods of the Fifth Floor. They work hard. They
play hard. They f#ck harder.
Think Madmen meets Suits.
They have history. They have a connection. They have unfinished business.
Beck
Money. Power. And as many women as I can shake my d*ck at.
Apparently Iām living the American dream.
In reality, Iām trapped in my worst nightmare.
And I canāt seem to wake up.
The ghosts of my past haunt my future.
The money. The hook-ups. The ad agency. The friends.
Iād give it all up in a heartbeat, for the one thing I want, but donāt have.
Her.
Mel
Iāve worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get where I am.
I should be proud of my achievements.
Instead, my success is marred by guilt.
It weighs heavy on my mind day and night.
My future is apparently bright.
Yet I canāt seem to shake the ghosts of my past.
Each day I remind myself what I have, and try to forget what Iāve lost.
Think Madmen meets Suits.
They have history. They have a connection. They have unfinished business.
Beck
Money. Power. And as many women as I can shake my d*ck at.
Apparently Iām living the American dream.
In reality, Iām trapped in my worst nightmare.
And I canāt seem to wake up.
The ghosts of my past haunt my future.
The money. The hook-ups. The ad agency. The friends.
Iād give it all up in a heartbeat, for the one thing I want, but donāt have.
Her.
Mel
Iāve worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get where I am.
I should be proud of my achievements.
Instead, my success is marred by guilt.
It weighs heavy on my mind day and night.
My future is apparently bright.
Yet I canāt seem to shake the ghosts of my past.
Each day I remind myself what I have, and try to forget what Iāve lost.
Him.
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Excerpt
I reached for the hand laying lightly curled in her lap, and
as though I had every right to, drew it into my other hand, laying it there,
the palm facing upward. With the index finger of the first hand, I traced
simple and repetitive patterns in her palm. Neither of us spoke, as though
hypnotized by the motion, and the silence between us was leaden with more unspoken
words than the Library of Congress.
I couldnāt tell if the shit between us, the extremely
weighty baggage, was piling higher or dissolving, but either way, I felt a
distinct shift take place in that moment. Looking into Melissaās eyes I was
sure she felt it too. Life is made up of moments. Some meaningful, some not.
Some pivotal, some inconsequential. Some memorable, some forgettable. Some
joyful, some regrettable. I took a facsimile of this one in my mind. I
knew Iād be referring back to it often. It was meaningful, pivotal, memorable
and joyful. It was a new beginning after an old end.
I was the first to break the spell, though not with words.
With the hand that had been circling Melās palm, I gently raised her chin,
still staring directly into her eyes, before looking down slightly at the
rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as it became more erratic. Her gaze didnāt
waver, and as I raised my eyes again to meet hers, they were there waiting for
me. I wanted to smile, to do something to acknowledge the moment, but my
features wouldnāt play ball. All I could do was stare, naked desire ablaze in
my eyes.
I leaned forward, resting my forehead to hers, my breathing
now mirroring hers in rapid stuttering jolts, each one tearing through my lungs
like Iād run a marathon. I waited for her to say or do something. To encourage
me or warn me off. She kept deadly still. Again the onus was on me, to make a
move. I hesitated again, knowing we were headed for the point of no return, if
we hadnāt already passed it. I knew that if we crossed this line, there was no
going back. I waited a beat more, buying myself time to back out. To think
reasonably and rationally about what I was doing, and act accordingly.
Screw that. The moment was there and then gone, and I knew
that forward was the only direction weād be moving, even if it felt far riskier
than going backwards. I tilted my head slightly, angling my lips towards hers
before lightly grazing hers with mine. Christ. I knew there and then that I
should stop, that this wasnāt going to end well. I mean, who was I kidding, it
had already ended badly for us in the past, why would this time be any
different?
Author Bio
MV ELLIS knows what itās like to fall head over
heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the
world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday
romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.
Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and sheās still
smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has
toured internationally as a āWAG,ā and her experiences inspire her writing.
Ellisās love of romance began when she was 11 years old,
after a summer spent secretly reading her auntieās books. Sheās been a sucker
for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.
An avid reader, Ellis always knew sheād write a book of her
own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising,
marketing, and social media, she finally wrote her debut novel, Catching
London in 2017.
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