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Title: Labors of a Hero
Author: Billie Dale
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Labors of a Hero:
The only good my parents gave me is my name, Hercules.
I turned zero possibility into firefighting hero.
Now life’s pretty simple.
After all, with classic good looks,
I'm one of Farawayville's most eligible bachelors.
But when a sassy little ER nurse enters my life, everything gets a lot more complicated.
My new goal? To get into her heart, and her pants.
She challenges me with 12, yes 12, labors to prove I’m worthy of her time.
The quest of a lifetime, for one freaking date seems ridiculous.
But one look in those eyes, and I'm all in, and hellbent in turning one date into forever.
*Inspired by Hercules
**Each book in The Fairytale Fantasy Series is a stand alone romantic comedy with slap stick humor and holy moly craziness.
EXCERPT:
“Excuse me sir? Are you here for Officer Modo?”
At the noise of my voice his head rises revealing a tanned face drained of color. Large chocolate eyes, bloodshot and worried peer at me hoping for good news. His long hair spills out from his bun, strands hanging in his eyes. Blood covers his hands and stains his jeans.
“Yeah, I’m here for Kai Z. Modo,” he calls, his voice deep velvet syrup running sticky between my ears. Jesus H. Christ is this man for real? His chest, his arms, his powerful thighs are what you drool over when you watch Chris Hemsworth. If The Rock and Thor had a love child, I’ve found him. I want to poke him to see if he’s real which is insanity because it’s obvious he’s real, he spoke.
Butterflies beat inside my chest, I run my hand over my ponytail, a nervous habit I picked up somewhere along the way, forcing myself to meet his eyes. His melted, Hershey pools with super long lashes marred by red lines fill with questions as they search my face for answers.
My lady bits tingle staring into his swirling, dark, hypnotic slanted orbs lidded with exhaustion. I deflate. Melt under his hypnotic stare, my shoulders droop and a hum escape’s my lips. To steady my weak knees, I pop my hip against the counter to keep my body from turning into a puddle on the floor.
Then he smiles.
Not a smirk or a grin, no, a full cheeky, toothpaste commercial worthy toothy smile. Then bam, two dimples pull in on each of his cheeks. Kill me, my god, knock me on the head with Thor’s hammer, life’s not fair; this man is beautiful.
Professionalism? What’s that? All logic and obligation vanish into the tongue tempting divots on his face. Dr. Laddin steps out and calls for the family of Mr. Modo snapping me out of my stupor. Damn it. I’m supposed to be getting his family information.
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