Blog Tour - Pure Fantasy By M.Eror
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Lana is convinced that she lives in perfect harmony with her own carefully devised plan. And everything in her life seems to go as she intends it. A new city. A new job. New acquaintances. And most importantly: life without a man! One autumn afternoon a dark-haired man enters her small shop. His arrogant demeanor and provoking character are more than irritating. She is perfectly aware that her reactions to Mr. Arrogant undermine her most important rule. Never mind! She’ll never see him again. Will he disrupt her plan?
REVIEW
When I first heard about Pure Fantasy I was very interested to see what this story had in store so when I got the chance to read this book early I was read It as soon as I possibly could. I very much enjoyed Pure Fantasy.
In this book we mainly followed Lana and I found her so interesting, when we met her she is starting over somewhere new, making new friends , starting a new business essentially carving it out a new life for her self. When we get into more backstory about her past you completely understand why she is the way she is and why she wants to live her life without a man but this begins to change when she meets Daniel. At first Daniel comes off really mysterious and let me tell you all when Lana chooses the nick name Mr .Arrogant for him she is not far off lol but as things begin to change between them and they give into the mutual attraction that is brewing between them we get to see them fall in love, things were not all all rainbows for these two, there were moments where I was worried If they were going to get there happy ending with each other but all my worrying was in vain because no matter how they fought or what difficulties they had they found there way back to each other and that was such a beautiful thing to see .Between the characters , the sexy romance and the plot that kept me turning the pages needing to know what would happen next M.Eror has combined this all to create this captivating story.
Pure Fantasy was a sexy , fun , heartwarming story with a happily ever after ending that left me with a smile on my face . I am very interested to see what M.Eror will write next if you love all these things in your stories I suggest you get a copy
In this book we mainly followed Lana and I found her so interesting, when we met her she is starting over somewhere new, making new friends , starting a new business essentially carving it out a new life for her self. When we get into more backstory about her past you completely understand why she is the way she is and why she wants to live her life without a man but this begins to change when she meets Daniel. At first Daniel comes off really mysterious and let me tell you all when Lana chooses the nick name Mr .Arrogant for him she is not far off lol but as things begin to change between them and they give into the mutual attraction that is brewing between them we get to see them fall in love, things were not all all rainbows for these two, there were moments where I was worried If they were going to get there happy ending with each other but all my worrying was in vain because no matter how they fought or what difficulties they had they found there way back to each other and that was such a beautiful thing to see .Between the characters , the sexy romance and the plot that kept me turning the pages needing to know what would happen next M.Eror has combined this all to create this captivating story.
Pure Fantasy was a sexy , fun , heartwarming story with a happily ever after ending that left me with a smile on my face . I am very interested to see what M.Eror will write next if you love all these things in your stories I suggest you get a copy
RATING
4/5 STARS
Excerpt
The shop door opens and I snap out of
my thoughts. A dark-haired man comes in. His knee-length winter coat emphasizes
his muscular figure, and his attitude and appearance suddenly dominate the
entire space. Our eyes meet. He’s looking at me intensely, penetratingly, and
for far too long.
I manage to regain my
senses and greet him with a cut-and-dried salesperson’s greeting: “Hello. How may I help you?” He nods an
acknowledgement, and only then looks away, proceeding in huge steps towards the
shelves of men’s shoes, where he reaches out his hand. He takes a brown,
high-top shoe which balances perfectly between the elegant, and casual style.
It’s one of the latest models, which arrived in the shop several days ago, and
my personal favourite.
Hmm... A nice choice.
I shake my head, feeling
awkward as I realise that I’m following his every move. Moreover, I approve of
his selection. I keep my hands busy by pointlessly replacing trinkets on my
counter, and then smoothing out an already perfectly stacked heap of business
cards.
“Where can I find this same model,
only in black?” He asks me in a deep voice, without a trace of kindness. His
indescribably masculine voice causes an unpleasantly-pleasant shudder in the
lower part of my back. I raise my head and my eyes meet his. His dark irises
rivet mine. We’re staring at each other, again for too long. I feel my dormant
insides waking, reacting to him. My
breathing is shallow, my heart beating fast.
The curiosity in his eyes
is replaced by a raw male arrogance which says unequivocally: Another notch on the list of conquests! I
detest male arrogance. It takes me a few moments to regain my composure, then I
blink in confusion.
“So? Cat got your
tongue?” He breaks the silence as he goes on watching me, arrogant and
smug.
“Excuse me?”
“The shoe?” He waves the
shoe right in front of my nose, reminding me of the question he asked a little
while ago.
I take a deep breath, and
purse my lips angrily at his impertinent act, before concentrating and
answering coldly. “Over there, the same model is on display in black.”
“I wouldn’t have asked you if that
were the case.” He goes on in his impertinent, arrogant style.
I don’t
understand his behaviour, but I have no wish to argue. I stop in front of the
shelf and look over the models. I frown because I do not succeed in finding
what I’m looking for. I work alone, and I don’t understand what could have
happened to the shoe. I’m certain that I didn’t move it, and I know for sure
that it was there. I turn around the shop confusedly. And lo and behold! The
shoe that Mr. Arrogant’s looking for sits among the women’s discounted sandals.
I am not a frowner by nature, so I smile and bring him what he’s asked for,
forgetting his ungallant behaviour.
I give him the shoe and raise my
eyes. My smile freezes, I stop breathing, and my heart dances again to a quick
rhythm when I meet his dark eyes. There’s no arrogance, he just examines me
calmly. Blood is rushing through my veins, I feel like I’m burning, and all my
nerve endings become terribly aware of his presence. He looks perfectly calm
and controlled as he stares at me insistently, and without blinking. Then he
looks down, lazily.
“That’s it. I mean, a suitable model.
And colour. But not a suitable size.” He says, and the haughty smile returns to
the corners of his lips.
Fed up with his manners, I snort. He
laughs loudly, obviously amused by my reaction. Embarrassment overwhelms me,
and I feel my cheeks burning. “So, what size do you need?” I ask curtly.
“Well, I need a 44.” He returns,
imitating me. He smiles broadly. It seems that he is amusing himself at my
expense. Nervously, I march to the back of the shop and find the required size.
“Here you are.” I say officially and
hand him the right shoe.
He covers my
fingers with his while taking the shoe from my hand. My skin burns. Strange,
powerful vibrations shake my entire body. This accidental touch makes my heart
beat madly, and my lungs wail for air. I take a deep breath, raise my eyes but
remain breathless. He’s looking at me seductively. My reaction to him has not
escaped his notice. It makes him so happy. That
touch was no accident. The jerk! He did it on purpose!
I want to
run away, as soon as possible, so I turn on my heel.
“I want to see the label with the
product details.” He says.
I look at
him over my shoulder, confused, then move to hand him the box, which he could
easily have taken himself. I stand beside him patiently and wait as he reads
very carefully.
“Is there a problem?" I ask.
“I’m just checking."
“Checking what?"
“Whether they were made in China.” He
says coldly, and then raises his eyes to mine.
Made in China? He thinks I sell fakes? What an asshole!
“We sell only Italian stuff." I
say sharply.
He smiles,
his eyes fixed. “Oh, look at those claws. I hope you’re well paid." He
speaks in a voice which shows clearly that he doesn’t believe what I say.
He’s provoking me, goading me with
his smile, his look, and with the way he addresses me. I count to ten, then
frown, turning the box upside-down to show him the embossed label: Fatte in Italia.
“Made in Italy’s written on the box
and inside the shoe as well.” I speak briskly.
He bends his
head lightly, furrows his eyebrows and studies the inscription carefully,
examining the letters devotedly and seriously. I lose patience because this
seems to be going on for an age.
For God’s sake, it’s as if he were decoding hieroglyphics!
He shrugs, looks at me naively, and
says more innocently: “I had to check, since I don’t speak Italian.”
He doesn’t... he
doesn’t speak Italian? What a jerk!
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