Handbags, Books...Whatever

Handbags, Books...Whatever (http://www.vickibatman.blogspot.com) is the website of Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction. Handbag lover. Avid Jazzerciser. Mah jong player. Yoga practioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Choc-aholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome.



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Monday, November 06, 2017

Handbag and Book: A Daughter's Beloved Gift w author H DThomson #katespade #designerhandbag #murdermystery



This is my favorite handbag by far. I don't think I've ever paid for a high end purse, so this one in particular was a gift. My daughter at the time didn't make much money, but she saved alot over a period of months and give me this Kate Spade purse for Christmas. It's a beautiful purse, very durable and I can store an unimaginable amount of things inside, but it's my favorite because my daughter gave it to me. I very rarely change it out, and every time I have it with my I think of my daughter, who is now over 1,000 miles away.
Jake Preston is on borrowed time.
If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll end up dead. And even if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his heels. He believes that the one miracle and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston. Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is killing him with each breath he takes.
Margot doesn’t particularly care if she ends up dead.
She’s lost everything she’s ever cared for. A divorce and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has left her with little faith in herself or in anyone else. Most importantly, she’s lost the one person on this earth she’s looked up to and cherished–her brother, Johnny. His death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t find the willpower to pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into. Her only solace is at the bottom of a wineglass. Having moved back to the small town in northern Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself both mentally and physically from everyone other than a few chosen friends. Little does she know that her life is going to explode into chaos.

“I couldn’t sleep.”
Relaxing, she glanced up, only to be blinded by the night. Thick, black and total, it draped over Jake and everything around her. His hands, warm and strong, grasped her upper arms. She grew conscious of the coolness of the house, of the silk of her nightgown against her skin, but most importantly of Jake, of the deep woodsy scent of his after-shave and how his hands, minus the gloves, were now slowly sliding up and down her arms. Her toes curled beneath her. He smelled like what she envisioned a man should smell like. Desire lapped against her skin until it seeped through her flesh and took hold of her body.
He slid a hand up her arm and over a shoulder to cup her throat, while the other curled around her waist to press against the small of her back, inching her closer to the heat of his body. She met his lips halfway, opening her mouth beneath his. The kiss deepened, demanded and took. She raised a hand to feel his own against her throat. He had a long fingered, strong hand, the skin smooth and flawless over the tendons and knuckles. She touched his face, his neck, his shoulders. Against her palms, his skin was satin over hard muscle. He was all male, all power.
He hauled her closer, pressing her sensitized breasts against his chest as his tongue mated with hers. His desire thrust against the shallow hollow of her hips. The thick, hardness of him scorched through the material of her gown to her belly and turned her legs to liquid. She slid her hands over the sleek texture of his naked back, over the muscles and tendons, down across the indentation along his spine and lower.
Find Anxiety at: Amazon US

Find H D Thomson at:  Website
 
I love how your daughter gifted you with a Kate Spade handbag. I love this particular brand and have many I treasure.

 

 

5 comments:

Melissa Keir said...

What a wonderful gift! I love the fact that you can put more than one thing in it. Big bags are fun as long as you can find things inside! All the best with your book.

Pamela Stone said...

What a wonderful gift from your daughter. I'm not one to spend a lot on high end purses either, but I love that she saved and bought it for you.

Great excerpt also. Sounds really good.

Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

Hi, Melissa! I love this bag. I need a red one. lolol

Hi, Pam! I was touched by what her daughter did, too. Incredibly thoughtful. Hugs!

Angela Adams said...

What a sweet daughter!

Crystal Benedict said...

What a sweet story! Thank you so much for sharing:)

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