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Enraptured by Ginger Voight

Book Description

In the third and final book of the Fullerton Family Saga, long-simmering secrets explode with disastrous consequences. The fractured Fullertons face their biggest challenges yet, and every single one must rise to their own personal challenges and beat their demons once and for all – no matter what it takes. In the conclusion of this best-selling, highly rated series, author Ginger Voight once again raises the stakes for her characters and her readers. These characters you have grown to love (and hate) are faced with heart-wrenching challenges that will test them unlike anything they’ve experienced so far. In the end, only love can save them. It is a message of hope, family and forgiveness amidst the exciting backdrop of excess and power. goodreads_icon_50x50-button

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Review

What an ending to this Fullerton Family Saga. Rachel, Drew, and Alex have brought me up, down, and all the way back around with this journey. The games are never ending and knowing whom to trust kept me on my toys. It seemed everyone had a mission and Rachel was the only consistent one in her sound decision making. I love how Ginger brought us as the reader and the characters in their own personal journeys full circle. The ending was complete with a period and no questions asked. This wouldn’t have been made possible without all of the pain, heartache, grief, hope, and forgiveness experienced throughout this series. Would I like more to see where the future takes them in 1, 2, 5 years down the road, hell yes, but I also was extremely content with how Ginger wrapped their story up. I experienced right along with Rachel her pain, frustration, sadness, and fear because through this series I connected most with her. I wanted to lash out at others for Rachel, stand by her side. But she stood up, stood her ground, and played her part with strength and dignity. Max, he’d another I’d like to see more of where his future takes him as he continues to grow. What path he’ll take in life…but I also feel the ending left him in a good place as well. Give this a try and finally decided which of the Fullerton men will “crush” you. Rating: 4 stars

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Author Bio

Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD. Having grown up reading different authors like Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance. Genre romance, however, has held a special place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can. Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, THE GROUPIE TRILOGY, THE FIERCE TRILOGY and PICTURE POSTCARDS. Ginger was included in the best-selling book by Smith Magazine NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING, featuring her six-word memoir.

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I was still awake, and still livid, when Drew came to bed closer to midnight. He shrugged out of his shirt. “Such disapproval,” he murmured. “What exactly did I do now?” “I’m still trying to wrap my mind around your using Jonathan to lure Alex into some kind of trap.” “I told you. It’s only a trap if he’s doing something wrong.” “Whatever. In the future, leave Jonathan out of it.” He cocked an eyebrow as he stood next to the bed, his hands on his hips. “Excuse me?” “Whatever is between you and Alex has nothing to do with Jonathan. He’s a little boy torn in two with loyalty and affection for the both of you. I refuse to stand by and allow you to squander his good faith and his trust to make some kind of point.” Anger sharpened his features as he stared down at me. “Allow me?” he repeated. “And who, exactly, gave you authority to question me on how I parent my son?” “You did,” I told him. “You wanted Jonathan to have a mother, and now he has one. If you think you’re going to use him like some wadded up piece of tissue paper, you’re going to have to get through me first. I’m not just your paid flunky anymore. I’m your wife, and the mother of your children. This family will not run like your business. We work together – honestly and openly – or not at all. Got it?” His eyes never left my face as he slipped out of his pants and crawled into bed. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close, his mouth hovering just an inch over my own. “There’s that fire I missed,” he murmured. His mouth descended toward my own, but I resisted, pushing back against his hand while I met his gaze dead on. “Got it?” I repeated. A smile broke apart on his face. “Absolutely,” he answered. “Good,” I said. “Goodnight, Drew.” I slipped from his hand and turned my back to him, turned off the light and disappeared under the covers. I was sleeping when Drew came home early that evening. I was worn out by the confrontations of the day, which had me feeling queasier than normal. Cleo sent me straight to bed, and who was I to argue? I dozed immediately and all the way until Drew made it home. I woke to find him standing beside the bed, packing clothes into an open suitcase. I pulled myself into a sitting position. “Where are you going?” “Where are we going,” he corrected. “Since Jonathan won’t be home until Sunday night, I thought we could get away ourselves for the weekend. I don’t know about you, but I could use a change of scenery.” My first impulse was to decline, unable to muster the enthusiasm of an impromptu trip. “Drew…,” I began. He snapped the suitcase shut and placed it on the floor, rolling it to the hall. “Thank you, Harrison,” he said to the waiting valet as he handed off the baggage. He turned back to me. “It dawned on me today what a delicate balance we walk week in and week out. We sacrifice time with each other to meet the needs of our child, because that is what one does as a parent. But we are also a newly committed couple, and that demands just as much attention. It’s up to us to steal what chances we can to strengthen our relationship, which benefits our children most of all.” He stopped in front of me. “Jet is fueled and waiting,” he said as he reached out a hand. “Let’s be spontaneous.” “I haven’t packed,” I offered helplessly. “You don’t need to,” he assured. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me to my feet, and then led me down the hall and down the stairs. “Do I get to ask where we’re going?” “No,” he decided on the spot. “You get to trust me.” He took my arm and led me to the car. Drew’s plane was even more luxurious than the one he had originally chartered to transport me from Texas to Los Angeles. The interior of this plane was sleek, in blue, white and gray, with leather bench seating and swivel recliners and small tables. There were red roses around the cabin. The beautiful blonde flight attended named Bethany welcomed us aboard with complimentary champagne for Drew and sparkling cider for me. We took our seats and accepted our drinks, and within minutes we were lifting off into the darkening sky. Once we reached our cruising altitude, Bethany informed us we could unbuckle our seatbelts and get comfortable. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Fullerton?” she asked. “Not at the moment,” he replied with that show-stopping smile. “Thank you, Bethany.” Professional though she was, even Bethany couldn’t help blushing a bit from Drew’s attention. She disappeared into the rear cabin, which gave us some privacy. Drew rested his arm along the back of the bench seat where we sat, snug like a love seat. He was quiet as he traced my jaw with his finger. “This is only the beginning of what I want to show you,” he murmured finally. “This weekend you will learn what it means to be a Fullerton. Anything your heart desires can be yours for the having. This is my world, Rachel. And I want to give it to you.” My eyes fluttered shut as his mouth descended onto mine. It was a tender, probing kiss, which took its time to coax my mouth open and mingle my tongue with his. He savored every detail of the kiss as he slid his hand up to cup my face. He groaned deep in his throat as he dragged his mouth away. “I could kiss you forever,” he whispered. “I still dream about you, even when you sleep right in my arms. I wake up and there you are. Right at the tips of these fingers,” he said as he ran his hand up under my shirt. His eyes swallowed me as he stared down at me. “Right at the tip of my tongue.” Another kiss, deeper, hungrier. I moaned as his mouth traveled from my lips toward my ear and along the sensitive curve of my neck. “Drew,” I gasped and he shuddered against me, unable to contain his own uncontrolled moan. He peeled off my top before kissing his way to my full breasts. His tongue went right to work on the painfully hardened peak until I couldn’t help but cry out. He eased me over to straddle his lap. I was immediately self-conscious as I looked down at him, naked from the waist up. I kept hearing those things I learned in that courtroom, the things Drew had said about purposefully finding someone undesirable, and how that ultimately led him to me. Elise’s earlier admonitions also rang in my ear. Had he only wanted me because Alex did? He read my insecurities immediately. “Feel me, Rachel,” he invited as he reaches his hips toward me. “Feel how hard I am for you. Just you,” he whispered as he pulled me closer for another raw kiss. His hand captured my swaying breast. I whimpered a bit in his mouth as his thumb brushed over it. He teased me for long, agonizing minutes. He remained fully dressed as he tortured me with his fingers and with his tongue. He never let me come. Instead he savored his new official role as my lover by making me ache with pleasure. I was alive with need as he scooted me off of his lap and gently put my bra and my shirt back on. The pilot turned on the light for us to fasten our seatbelts, and Drew’s jet landed at McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas, Nevada. By the time Bethany re-emerged, my mouth was swollen from his kiss, a blush crept around my neck and my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. She sent a knowing smirk his way. “Enjoy your flight, Mr. Fullerton?” He brought my hand to his lips. “Indeed.” ENTICED – BOOK #1 goodreads_icon_50x50-button

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