Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Duality Principle Tour & Giveaway with Rebecca Grace Allen

The Duality Principle by Rebecca Grace Allen
Published by: Samhain Publishing
Publication date: November 11th 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Sometimes A + B = O. Yes. Oh, yes. Just like that.
Gabriella Evans’s life exists in terms of logic and definitions. She’s holed up in Portland, Maine, for the summer to work on her PhD thesis, but something is screwing up her concentration: the rumble of a motorcycle every time the embodiment of her rough-and-tumble fantasies rides down her street.

When her best friend talks her into a blind date, she finds herself out with the opposite of her fantasy. He’s polite and well-mannered, yet something behind his crisply tailored shirt doesn’t add up—a rebellious gleam in his eye that piques her curiosity.

Orphaned at fifteen, Connor Starks has finally put the years of failing grades, breaking laws and breaking hearts behind him. The only holdover? His penchant for getting down and dirty in public places. But Gabriella makes him want to prove he’s become a better man.

Nothing intrigues Gabriella more than a problem she can’t solve. But the more Connor tries to bury his past, the more determined she is to uncover it. And what she finds makes all her trusty logic begin to fail her…

Warning: This book contains a summer romance, dirty talk, dockside kissing, motorcycles and tattoos. Features a rebellious nerdy girl with an appetite for outdoor sex and light spanking, and a bad boy who’s turned good…or at least he’s trying.



The café was fairly empty for the Saturday before July fourth. Gabriella found a table easily, one in the corner by the front window. It was the perfect spot to observe all the men who came in, thankful each one was not her date. The first was a straggly, bearded redhead with a skateboard under his arm. Next a tanned blond wearing the tourist’s uniform of an L.L. Bean baseball cap and a Mountain Tops T-shirt, followed by one with a shaved head and a handlebar mustache.

Then Connor arrived.

It had to be him. There was no mistaking Jamie’s description, but “tall with brown hair and blue eyes” barely did him justice.

She ducked down, pretending to diligently examine the menu as she watched him. Connor was easily over six feet tall, with chin-length, silky hair he’d unsuccessfully attempted to comb neatly back. It curled up under his ears, a look that was both adorable and sexy. His face was pretty damn close to perfect, clean-shaven with a tiny cleft at the base of his chin. He was broad too, like a lumberjack beneath his boxy button-down shirt and khakis. He looked so sturdy, like he could chop down a tree with his bare hands, carry the wood home and build a house for her out of it. And when he finally canvassed the corner she was sitting in and met her gaze, a boyishly handsome widening of his eyes set off a spark in her belly.

Then she noticed the cell phone attached to his belt loop, in a sturdy case worthy of a Storm Trooper, and she knew right away that Connor was another sweet, nerdy boy who was going to bore the crap out of her.

“Gabby Evans?”

She opened her mouth, prepared to correct him and insist that he call her Gabriella like everyone else did, but stopped. No one but Nana ever called her Gabby. It felt good to hear the nickname again.

“That’s me,” she said. “I assume you’re Connor Starks?”

Connor leaned back a touch, his brow pushed down in what looked like confusion. But he recovered quickly, features evening out as he flashed her a smile.

“I am. It’s nice to meet you.” He pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down.

He was so tall that his knees just barely skimmed the bottom of the table. “So what are we having?”

Connor flipped through the menu, pursing his lips together as he read. Gabriella watched his mouth, studying it like a test object in a lab. There was a little indentation above his upper lip, and for some reason she couldn’t help wondering how soft it must be. She wanted to reach out and dip her finger into it.

Only to verify her hypothesis, of course.

“I’m happy with just decaf,” she said.

“Well, I’m starving. I’ll have coffee too, and a piece of strawberry shortcake.” He glanced up at her. “If you’d like to share.”

Gabriella didn’t answer at first, because eating would make this take longer than she’d planned, and nothing said awkward like sharing food with a complete stranger. It was also three in the afternoon—that weird hour too late for lunch and too early for dinner—but she could withhold judgment on the date’s outcome for a little bit longer. Plus, she was hungry.

Cake sounded good.

Tour-wide giveaway (INTL)
  • 1st prize: Ebook copy of The Duality Principle  + 25$ Amazon Gift Card
  • 2nd Prize: Ebook copy of The Duality Principle + 10$ Amazon Gift Card
  • 3rd Prize: Ebook copy of The Duality Principle 
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Rebecca Grace holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, which seemed like a good idea at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.

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