Book Spotlight: The Gift by Elise Marion

Happy Valentine’s Day, romance readers! My author buddy, Elise Marion is here to share with us an excerpt from her short erotic romance, The Gift. Its part of the Valentine’s Day Collection with Bottom Drawer Publications. Happy reading and make sure to take advantage of the discount that the publisher is offering.

VD The GiftAll film star Avery O’Dea has ever wanted is a normal home life outside of her career. Meeting Dominic Ramsey, albeit not through the best of circumstances, has made that dream a reality. A few months into their marriage, she’s finally living the kind of life she’s always wished for off-screen. So when their first Valentine’s Day comes around, she expects nothing less than what other girls get on the most romantic day of the year: chocolates, flowers, seduction … the works!

When Dominic Ramsay first met his beautiful wife, Avery, he was a struggling photographer and was able to devote much of his time to supporting her demanding career. Track forward twelve months and Dom is now very much in demand after successful showings of his work. He’s been offered the chance of a lifetime to work on a shoot in Paris and accepts the job, even though he’s been away from home a lot in recent times. Valentine’s Day is just commercialism gone mad, he reasons, and he’s sure Avery won’t mind that they celebrate on a different day.

Avery is crushed when the gift she receives from Dom makes her wonder if he knows her at all. Dom starts to wonder if Avery liked him better when he could devote much of his time to her. A chance meeting in an airport and advice from the most unlikely of sources just might make them realize what they have to hold on to and that the best gift of all is right under their noses?


Dominic took his time in the shower, his mind racing as he worked to figure out just where the hell he’d gone wrong. For two weeks he’d been thinking about her, about getting home and reuniting with his wife. He’d missed her, having to be satisfied with seeing her face in the latest Neutrogena ads or in the scenes of her hit sitcom. There were their Skype chats of course, but even those had to be rushed, with one of them always needing to run off to work. It was a poor substitution, and Dominic had wanted nothing more than to come home, make love to her, and fall asleep with all of that red hair tangled in his fingers and splayed out across the pillow. Now she was pissed off at him for no reason—that he could think of—and he was in the doghouse.

After about ten minutes he’d washed himself and his hair twice. There really was nothing else to do but go back out there and face the music. Dominic grumbled distractedly to himself as he dried off and snatched on a pair of gray pajama pants. He left his shirt off, deciding that he would need every weapon at his disposal to get Avery back in bed with him—or at least talking to him—and he wasn’t above flaunting his surfer’s body in an attempt at turning her head.

He left the bathroom only to find the master bedroom empty. He padded on bare feet down the hall and listened for the sound of the television, her voice, the refrigerator’s icemaker; anything that could clue him in on where she could have gone in the massive modern home they’d purchased together after getting married. He shut the door to his studio as he passed, not even wanting to think about his exhibit tomorrow night and the fact that he hadn’t yet finished choosing all of his pieces. The event coordinator had been breathing down his neck all week, but he couldn’t very well have made those decisions from New York. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything until he straightened things out with Avery, he continued his search, finally finding her in their home gym.

She’d shed her robe and was now dressed in sweat shorts, a sports bra, and a pair of those creepy-looking running shoes that formed to a person’s toes. They were hot pink and Dominic hated them, but she swore they were the best things for runners since the arm strap for the MP3 player. She was running on the treadmill, eyes fixed on the newscast coming from the small flat screen bolted into the wall, ponytail bouncing back and forth behind her head. She didn’t even acknowledge him when he entered the room, a classic “angry Avery” move.

Dominic moved into her field of vision and leaned against the treadmill. “So, is this a new game we’re playing?” he asked teasingly. “I like it so far. Aloof gym girl pretends not to notice sexy gym guy watching her ass as she runs on the treadmill. How much fun do you think it’d be for me to take you over to that weight bench and …”

He trailed off as she abruptly halted the treadmill and stepped off. She looped a towel around her glistening neck and turned her back on him with a swish of her ponytail. Before she could make another getaway, he yanked her back against him.

“All right, enough,” he said firmly, his grip on her shoulders unyielding. “I’m not a mind-reader, but I’m guessing you’re upset because I just got back and I’m leaving again. I get it, babe; I missed you too but—”

“Dom, what’s today’s date?”

Dominic frowned. “What?”

“You heard me. Today. What is today’s date?”

His eyebrows furrowed together as he thought back over the last few weeks. “January … no, wait, February second. What’s the big deal, babe? We can go to Spago when I get back.”

If anything, his answer only seemed to anger her more.

“Today is the eleventh, which would make Thursday the fourteenth. February fourteenth, Dom.”

Dominic felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach as a pair of dark blue eyes bored twin holes through him in their intensity.

Christ, I’m screwed, he thought as his mind raced, grasping for something to say, something to make up for the fact that he was leaving his wife alone on Valentine’s Day. And not just any Valentine’s Day … their first Valentine’s Day together ever. Not only had he forgotten to make plans or even consider a gift, he’d made plans to go out of town instead. Not just out of town, out of the country.

There was pretty much nothing that he could say to fix this. His little gaffe had just put him squarely in the middle of husband hell.

 Purchase Information:

Bottom Drawer Publications

Recieve The Gift at a 25% discount when you purchase from the Bottom Drawer website. Input this coupon code at checkout: bdpvdtem01

Receive a 50% discount on The Secret Life of Avery O’Dea when you purchase the two books together as a bundle!


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The Gift is a sequel to the erotic romance novella, The Secret Life of Avery O’Dea, now available from Bottom Drawer Publications.

A famous actress with secrets. A photographer moonlighting as a paparazzo. A few shutter clicks and their lives will never be the same again.

When a daring photographer catches “America’s Sweetheart”, Avery O’Dea, in a lie, the picture threatens to expose the truth of Avery’s relationship with her boyfriend and co-star, Ryan Sanders, to the world. When her carefully constructed world is starting to collapse around her, Avery realizes just how tired she is of the elaborate cover-ups. It’s a burden she no longer wishes to bear.

When she locks eyes with handsome Dominic Ramsay at a gallery showcasing his photographic work, she is shocked to recognize him as the paparazzo that set her world on fire with a single photo.

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eliseAbout The Author:

Elise Marion is a lover books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of two spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn’t caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.

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