NEW RELEASE: The Scent of Jasmine by Gayle Cranfield

ScentofJasThe Scent of Jasmine,

Book 2 of The Jasmine Trilogy

U.K. http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0178R96TS

U.S.  http://www.amazon.com/Scent-Jasmine-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B0178R96TS/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1446015471&sr=1-4&keywords=gayle+cranfield

Alex Cooper was the child left behind when his sister, Georgina, was abducted at the age of eight from a busy Moroccan market, twenty-four years ago. Alex, now a SBS Commando in the British forces, always knew his lifestyle didn’t allow him to get close and personal to anyone, and he liked it that way. That was, until he met Mia.

When his father is murdered, Alex realises the information he tried to give him about his sister being alive and working within the Russian Mafia in the New Orleans sex industry, were more than just the rantings of a desperate dad. Now accused of his father’s murder and with the threat of the Mafia hanging over him, Alex, decides to leave England and to take Mia with him on his quest to find his missing sister in Louisiana.

Michael Reynolds now happily Living in the Caribbean is pulled out of retirement to retrieve Alex from New Orleans, as he is unknowingly breaking a treaty between the British Government and the Mafia. Michael soon comes to the realisation that he will never be free of his past pseudo life in The Bratva.

Will Alex find his sister and the love he never envisaged?

Will Michael ever be able to return to Lilly and his family?

 

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Excerpt From The Scent of Jasmine

Alex was already on his third scotch. He was staring into the half empty glass watching the ice melt when he felt a delicate hand on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Mia standing next to him.


”Double vodka please,” she asked the barman as she took the seat next to him.


“On the hard stuff are you?” he quipped, whilst watching her take her first mouthful. He could almost feel it burning her gullet on the way down.


“I’m on catch up aren’t I?”


”You’ve got a way to go.”


“How’s your father?”


“Dead,” he said in a matter of fact way.


”Oh Alex. I’m sorry for your loss.”


He looked thoughtful for a moment, “That phrase annoys me.” He downed the rest of his scotch, the ice knocking on his teeth.


“Why?”


“It’s the standard go-to phrase when someone dies now. I think it originates from American cop shows and has just been taken over.” He called the barman over to refill his glass.


”You did say he wasn’t supposed to survive.”


“He wasn’t. But when they brought him round from the induced coma, they found he was doing OK.”


”That’s rough.”


“That’s not the worst of it. We think he’s been murdered.”


”No, surely not. How?”


“A nurse that doesn’t seem to be on staff came in, gave him an injection and turned up his morphine drip. He went to sleep and basically died in front of us. Myself and step-mother were none the wiser. I should have seen it, should have taken notice, especially after some information he had told me.”


”What information?” Mia asked as she downed the last of her vodka, asking the barman for a refill.


“It was about my sister. She went missing when we were on holiday in Morocco in 1992.”


“Hang on a minute, I know who you are,” she said, nodding her thanks to the barman. “You’re Georgina Cooper’s brother. She was all over the news for years. My mum was fascinated by the story.”


“Yes. It’s me…yay…The kid that got his sister kidnapped. Do you want a fucking autograph or something?”


“Hey!” Mia looked upset, “I didn’t come out here to be abused by a pissed squaddie. That was uncalled for.” She threw some money on the bar, got up, and walked straight towards the exit.



Alex followed her out, catching her up at the car park. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into him. “I’m sorry, I’ve had a rough few days. I haven’t slept in…I can’t remember and my dad has been murdered under my fucking nose. The last thing I want to do is argue.”



The rain was pounding down, “What do you want to do Alex?” she shouted over the rain.


“This.” He pulled her in tighter and entwined his fingers into her damp chestnut hair, encouraging her gently nearer by the nape of her neck, his lips hovered over hers, wanting permission, willing it.



She didn’t pull away.

The rain drops were now running down her cheeks as he looked into her eyes. A glint from the hotel lights lit them up just enough to see her pupils were dilated. His lips sealed over hers and he felt her relax into him. 
His tongue gently licked her lips as she opened up to him. With their tongues entwined, Alex felt every bit of anger melt away into their kiss, it felt so good, so right.

They were soaked through to the skin but neither seemed to care or to even notice.



When he eventually pulled away, he gently spoke, “Spend the night with me, please.”


“Alex, I told you, I’m not into one night stands.”


”I won’t even attempt to touch you, I promise. I just don’t want to be on my own tonight.”


She sighed, “OK.”

About Gayle Cranfield

Gayle

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Gayle Cranfield was born in London and found her forever after, Mark at the age of 14.

After 30 years of being together, they have two children, both at a university, and now live in Wiltshire in the South West of England somewhere between Stonehenge and Bath.

Whilst on a road trip around California in 2013, she read some disastrous books and when she returned home decided to write one of her own. Having never creatively written a word since school, she picked up her iPad and hesitantly started to write in secret thinking she’d write a short story, before she knew it she had 97000 words!

That was five books ago. She has written three erotic thrillers for Siren Publishing a paranormal for Evernight and her fifth book which has just been released the 2nd book in The Jasmine Trilogy, The Scent of Jasmine.

“It is great to see your work come alive,” Gayle says. “Although you have various Beta readers telling you it is a great story and a real page turner until a publishing company says ‘Yes we want your work’ you only think your friends are being nice and trying not to hurt your feelings. Seeing the front cover being emailed to me for approval is always the best part and Jay Aheer has done the most amazing job, as she always does.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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