Book Launch! “Retribution” by T.G. Ayer

“What exactly are you doing
here?” Julian turned to Evie, an edge to his voice.
She backed away and
ended up against the wall, again.
“Ask yourself that.”
“What’s
that suppose to mean?” He took another step closer leaving not an inch of
space between them.
Evie’s breath came in short bursts. Her hands went to his
chest and she felt the steady strong beat of his heart. She wanted to push him
off but more than anything she wanted him closer. Her body hummed with
awareness but she forced herself to concentrate on answering him. “Just
that is was you who got me down here in the first place. If you’re trying to
kill me, I’m sure there are better ways than sending me to be
chimera-chow.”
“I didn’t ask you to come here.” Julian was
frowning. The beating beneath her fingers sped up.
“Flavia said you did.
Covering your tracks now, are you?”
She raised an eyebrow, trying not to
think about the heat that simmered between them. From Julian’s rapid breath it
was clear he wasn’t immune. “Don’t be silly. This reeks of
Persephone.” When he spoke his lips were so close she just had to lift her
head a fraction of an inch for them to touch hers. The heated brush of his
breath called to her.
Instead, she remained motionless while trying to force
her heart to return to a more decent rate. “I thought so too.”“Then why did you accuse me?” Julian’s glared at her, although she
was sure she saw amusement in his eyes. Evie lifted her chin, even though the
action brought her mouth way too close to his. “How was I to know you
wouldn’t defend her and think I’m making all of this up? And how am I to be sure
it wasn’t really you in the first place?”
Evie’s eyes narrowed as she met
his eyes. He stared back at her, blinking so slowly, so lazily that she
wondered how it was possible when his heart raced wildly beneath her fingers.

I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that
reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray
into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape,
my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is
impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are
actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a
husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him
for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves – it
works wonderfully…My heart is currently broken in two. One
half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my
heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil
after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The
other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White
Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The
land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn
between these two lands – I shall forever remain crosseyed.I love talking to my readers so email me if you have any questions or even if you just want to chat…
Email: tgayer@xtra.co.nz or tgayerauthor@gmail.com