The New York Times bestselling author of Slow Burn turns up the heat when a sexy bet turns into so much more….
Hawkin Play, the bad boy rock star with a good guy heart, has lived a lifetime of cleaning up after his twin brother’s mistakes. Hunter’s most recent screwup could land Hawke in jail and risk the band’s future. Hawke agrees to guest lecture at a local college to stay in the judge’s good graces — and a bet with his bandmate to seduce his sexy teaching assistant is icing on the cake.
Quinlan Westin is harder to bed than Hawke imagined. She knows his type and is determined to avoid the rocker at all costs — even if their attraction runs deeper than simple lust. Just as Hawke might finally be winning over the girl, his brother has other plans. When Hunter realizes his twin finally has a weakness, he’ll stop at nothing to take advantage….
EXCERPT
Quinlan
I walk toward him, the sight of him slightly unkempt with a carefree smile he hasn’t possessed for days calls to my libido on so many levels it’s ridiculous. He brings a shot of something to his mouth and I don’t even give a second thought to what it is because I know I’ll taste it on my lips momentarily. He hums deep in his throat when I step up into his body and there is something so inherently sexy about the sound—knowing that I caused that reaction—that together with the feel of his firm body against mine lets me know there will be no interruptions this time. He looks at me, eyes darkening and one hand sliding beneath my shirt a beat before our lips meet in a hungry, no-holds-barred kiss. His empty bottle clatters on the counter behind him so that his other hand can join in the temptation. I lose myself in the taste of the tequila on his tongue, and the hypnotizing feeling of his hands on my body. The music thumps hard around us, the noise buzzes, and the faint scent of cigarette smoke wafts in from outside but it’s as if none of it hits me because I’m consumed by everything about him: his taste, his cologne, the groan I can’t hear but can feel against our connected chests, the heat of his body. I don’t care who’s watching because it’s almost as if the overwhelming emotions that he’s experienced all week long are manifesting themselves into our mutual desperation. “Upstairs. Now,” he murmurs against my lips, and I’ve never heard more perfect words. He grasps the bottle of tequila behind him in one hand and my hand in the other without saying anything further and walks with purpose through the crowd. I can’t see his face but he must have a determined look on it because not one person stops him to talk when that’s been the norm for the evening thus far. At the bottom of the stairs, I catch the eyes of the three wannabe women and just smirk. Call me bitchy, but I can’t help it, I’m with the one they were hoping to land tonight.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner who has you all fooled about the wild child inside of her —
the one she lets out every time her fingertips touch the computer keyboard.
K. lives in Southern California with her husband and three children. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her on the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good, saucy book.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists. Her other works include a short story, UnRaveled, and a companion piece to The Driven Trilogy titled Raced. She is currently working on three stand alone Driven novels, Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, and Hard Beat. She also plans to release a novel addressing the 10 year gap at the ending of Crashed in late fall 2015
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Run From You
by
Kandice Michelle Young
June 12th
Sebastian called me his princess, but he was far from my white knight. He was my drug. One hit and I was addicted to him.
I ran from him to save my life. I kept running to regain my sanity. Kyle would help me with that. His warmth and familiarity were just what I needed to get back on track. Beautiful in his own right, Kyle was everything I once knew to be good about the world. Kyle was perfect for me, he always had been.Except he wasn’t Sebastian, he could never be. The horrors of my past pulled me away from him. The nightmares of my present would bring us back together. Confused though I was, I knew Sebastian was the only choice. The damage done was great, our love greater. Surviving each other would take everything we had, but it was the only option.Every mistake we had made would collapse on top of us, burying us alive in a mountain of anger and guilt. Neither of us could have prepared for what was coming. The only way out was through. The question became, would we be strong enough to make it through together or would our secrets tear us apart once more?
Kyle comes behind me and I grind my ass against him. His hands run the length of my sides and down, as my hips gently rock into him. His smell is so familiar that for a few minutes I allow myself to become intoxicated by it. Turning, I look into his blue eyes as I sway seductively in front of him.
“You’re trying to kill me aren’t you,” he jokes.
“You’ll enjoy every minute of it,” I reply, placing his hand on my back and rocking into him without breaking eye contact.
He grips my bare back and lowers his lips next to my ear. “It’s not nice to tease, Dani.”
Leaning my mouth against his jaw, I whisper, “Who says I’m teasing, Ky?”
Fisting my hair into his hand, he lines our faces together. “You’re always teasing, sexy. You love playing games with me. It’s what you’re good at.”
“Haven’t you heard,” I ask, rolling my tongue over my lips. “It’s my birthday. I’m officially too old for playing games.”
He kisses me and I let him. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, the atmosphere, the way that my sweat covered body feels against his. All I know is that I enjoy it too much for someone who’s just had her heart broken. My entire body melts against him as he works my tongue with his own. The familiar pull of hot desire grabs at my belly and my nipples harden. I consider pulling away, but I’m shoved to the side before I have the chance.
“Get the fuck off of her,” Sebastian growls.
“Whoa! Chill,” Kyle replies.
“It would be wise for you to say your goodbyes and walk away,” Sebastian suggests.
My blood runs cold when I look up at him. His gray eyes are edging dangerously close to black. His teeth are gritted and the vein on his forehead is visible. I watch as his flexed jaw clenches with tension.This is why I can’t be with him.The demons that live inside of him, fueling this aggression. I can’t be around it. I’m not safe.
“Let’s go, Kyle,” I say, desperately. “No one wants any trouble.”
“You can’t be serious,” Sebastian scoffs. “You’re not going anywhere with him, Danielle.”
He grabs my arm and I feel as though my heart leaps into my throat. Remembering to focus on my breathing, I fight the panic attack that I can feel coming on.
“Let go of me, Sebastian,” I reply. “This isn’t the place for this.”
“You’re not going anywhere, but outside with me,” he says, pulling me off the dance floor.
“I don’t think so, Black,” Kyle says. “I get it. You screwed things up and now you can’t live with yourself. I’ve been there, but this
possessive bullshit isn’t going to happen tonight. Danielle isn’t one of your properties. You don’t get to decide who can or cannot enter.”
Before I can say anything in my own defense, Sebastian’s fist meets Kyle’s jaw. I scream for them to stop, but it’s useless. Kyle stumbles a little before retaliating and hitting Sebastian on the corner of his eye. Everyone around us comes to a stop. I can barely hear my own thoughts as chants and screams break out from the crowd.
Run To You
by
Kandice Michelle Young
I moved to New York for a fresh start. I did not move here to fall for a man like Sebastian.
Sebastian Black came into my life like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging, all-consuming, and guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment our eyes met, he had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like nothing I had ever desired before.
The problem was he needed total submission. From the moment he handed me the contract, I knew what he was proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned was his ability to make me crave destruction. I would lose myself in him. Sebastian knew how to take me
over the edge, and before I even knew it, I wanted to go freefalling.
It was evident that my past had the ability to destroy us. What I had not calculated was the power of his to do the same. My dark, brooding, impeccably sexual, alpha-male had his own crosses to bear. I was not sure I was strong enough to handle them, or the woman who helped chain him there.
Kandice is… …a serial lover of all things pink, self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi.
Her debut erotica novel, Run to You, the first in the series Run, is coming soon. Kandi’s love of storytelling can be traced back to her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native Americans became too unimaginative for her liking. She took it upon herself to liven things up by creating a story that was based on half-truths about a self-named Indian Princess. Kandice is in fact of Native American
heritage (her great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own mind a princess, so you can see where her inspiration came from. Her story was a huge hit with friends, and an author was born.
Kandice was born and raised in rural Arkansas, where she currently lives with her husband and three children. Though, if you ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the west coast waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.
“Holy shit,” she said softly. “That’s a nice car.” “You like it?” he asked, sounding proud of himself. “Who wouldn’t?” The newest model convertible Corvette Stingray was likely the sexiest car of them all. She’d always had a fondness for sports cars, but she’d never been truly fond of Corvettes. At least not until they recently released the Stingray again. Max stepped in front of the car, blocking her view of the car. “Happy Birthday.” “How…?” Confused she studied him. “How did you know?” “What? That it was your birthday or that you’d want that car?” Courtney peered around him. “That… That’s for me?” “It is,” he told her. “Now go check it out.” Feeling slightly off kilter, Courtney slowly moved around the car, her gaze darting between Max and the sleek shark gray metallic car. “Seriously, Max. This is… Well, it’s incredible, but you know I can’t take this car.” “Yes you can,” he told her simply. The top was open so she peered inside, taking in the sexy jet black leather interior. She wondered what it would feel like behind the wheel. “Get in,” he told her as he opened the passenger side door. When he slipped into the car, she grinned. What the hell. It wouldn’t hurt to take it for a test drive, right? And then, when they got back she’d tell him she couldn’t keep it. Because falling in love with him was one thing, accepting a car that likely cost him close to a hundred grand was something entirely different. ——————————————————————–
“Pull over,” Max instructed when they were hidden by a copse of trees deep on his land. He’d wanted her to test drive the Corvette, but admittedly he’d had something else in mind as well. Another birthday present for her. Courtney stopped the car, frowning when she looked over at him. “Don’t look so upset,” he said with a smile. “Now get out.” If he wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of concern in her eyes, but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want to think that she’d fear him for any reason. She’d surprised him earlier when she muttered for him not to hurt her and he had to wonder where that was coming from. Then again, she knew him, knew what he was capable of. But in the same sense, if she ever thought he would hurt her, she didn’t know him at all. Once she met him at the front of the car. Max turned to her, taking her into his arms and crushing his mouth to hers, his hands trailing the thin fabric that covered her. She’d worn a skirt, which had been his suggestion and again, he’d had something in mind when he made the request. He had to wonder whether she’d figure that out yet or not. Easing her back onto the hood of the car, Max pulled back enough to look at her. “Kick off your shoes. Wouldn’t want you to scratch the paint.” Courtney grinned, and her shoes hit the ground. “Now for my next gift,” he told her. “And that would be?” She asked, grinning. “An orgasm. On the hood of your car.” Hmm. I like the sound of that.”
Sometimes love isn’t beautiful…
Meet Max & Courtney is this southern mafia romance!
Sometimes love isn’t beautiful… Sometimes the only way to describe it is beautifully brutal. If you think you know him… You’re wrong. If you think you know his family… Wrong again. If you think you know his story… You don’t. If you did, you’d likely wonder how the hell a man like Maximillian Adorite managed to make it to this point in his life. At twenty-nine, he’s experienced more than most people could only ever imagine, all thanksto his family. Organized crime they call it. Mafia. No matter how they spin it, it comes down to one thing. Max gets what he wants. Except for the one thing he wants most. Her name is Courtney Kogan. And now that he’s had a taste of her, Max knows he’ll never be able to let her go. The Southern Boy Mafia series is a spinoff from the Sniper 1 Security series. It has been set up to be read without reading Sniper 1 Security, however, the characters will frequently cross over.
New York Times bestselling author Nicole Edwards launched her professional writing career in July of 2012. Having been an avid reader all of her life and a huge fan of creative writing, it seemed the likely path for her to take. Since then, she has released fifteen books and has no plans to stop. As her full-time career/hobby, Nicole writes steamy contemporary and erotic romances. Nicole is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who was born and raised in Texas. Married with three kids and four dogs, she has plenty of interaction to keep her imagination brewing. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happy Ever After segment as well as Indie Reader’s best seller list. She has forged her way as an independent author. Although she has a bachelor’s degree in Human Resources, she prefers to be hiding out in her writing cave, talking to the fictional characters that have built up in her head over the years. When she isn’t writing or plotting her next book (sometimes translated to “playing on Facebook”), Nicole loves to read and spend time with her family and her dogs.
Chloe Justice grew up on American soil and in Old World China. When she witnesses her best friend’s murder, her life takes a drastic turn. Chloe dedicates her life to tracking her friend’s killer, and honing her own skills.
Detective Damon Delandre’ is having zero luck closing the homicide cases crossing his desk. When he unexpectedly stumbles upon the first and only piece of evidence in one of his cases, his ethics and heart are at odds.
“You need help?” Chloe looked up and paused. “You look like you’re struggling.” She was stuck with one foot still inside her pants.
His skin was nice and tanned and his abs were rock solid, she could tell by just looking at them. The muscles in his chest and shoulders were sculpted, even his thighs had defined muscles.
She licked her lips when she spotted the tattoos on his arms and chest. One looked like a skull tat and the one on his arm kind of looked like a tiger but she couldn’t tell from her position.
“Clothes. Off.” Chloe would have thought that was sexy if she wasn’t freaking out. She stood there, bent over, staring at his torso like she was stuck on stupid. “What is it?”
“Are you photo shopped?” The man looked like he stepped out of an underwear ad for boxers. Her eyes traveled to his package. Holy shit! He was fucking huge. It was hanging down the side of his boxers and the head was sticking out of the leg part. No way that thing will fit.
“Um, no?” He laughed. Jackass.
“No one looks like that!” Chloe stood up. Okay, get the damn pants off.
“You want me to put my clothes back on?” He motioned toward his clothes that were lying on the floor in a pile. The asshole was laughing at her.
“No. No, that’s not necessary. Kind of defeats the purpose.” Chloe took her foot and stepped on her pants to pull her other foot out. She felt a little inadequate standing there in front of him. Yes, she exercised, but damn.
“Are you sure? I can keep my clothes on.” Damon started to reach for his clothes.
“Smart ass.” Chloe stood there in her red panties that were already wet, and a white tank top. Her skin was damp from sweat and she was hot. She really would like to take a shower but she didn’t want to wait.
He reached for his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He tossed two condoms on the bed before he dropped his pants and looked at her. His eyes said ‘yeah, you’re in trouble’.
“You’re not undressed yet.” When he took a step toward her, she backed up a step but hit the chair. She had nowhere to go. What the hell, girl? Get it together. He’s just a man!
Chloe reached down and pulled her tank top over her head. The next thing she knew, he was standing so close to her, she could feel his breath on her skin.
“Are you scared?” He whispered in her ear. She felt his tongue on her neck and shivers ran through her body. No, she was nervous, not scared. Well, maybe a little. She held her breath while his trailed over her skin.
He lifted her up and put her against the wall as he took her mouth with his. It was rough, demanding, and she loved it. When he pushed his dick against her panties and started to grind himself into her, she was ready to explode.
A moan left her throat before she could stop it. She didn’t want to seem eager, desperate. But right now, that’s exactly what she was. She could feel her pussy muscles quiver with anticipation.
“You’re wet. I like that.” He whispered in her ear. His hot breath on her sensitive skin and the feel of his dick against her clit made her come apart. Her orgasm hit her like a rocket.
Damon leaned into her and removed his hands. The next thing she heard was the wrapper of the condom before she felt the head of his dick at her entrance.
“Yes. Oh, God yes.” That’s all she could say. She felt him slide into her, her muscles clenching around him. OMG! He stretched her insides to the point she thought she would rip.
Damon raised her arms above her head and held them there. His mouth smashed into hers with force and intensity. It was raw and fast and just what she needed. This could turn out to be an awesome trip.
Stephanie is a new indie author who loves to write. She lives in West Virginia with her 2 children and dog. Stephanie lives in West Virginia with her two children and dog. She has visited a few states and loves to travel, however she is more of a homebody and she loves to curl up with a good book and get lost in another world.
She has a BS in Criminal Justice and has spent her years reading about and exploring the mind.
Her long time goals are to be a Criminal Profiler and to write her stories. She is now completing one of those goals.
She has her Special Operations Command Series, Book 1 & 2 out and 3 is on its way. Her novella, Skilled: Book 1 is now out and 2 is on its way.
She will have many books available soon, including a fantasy series requested by her daughter.
She loves feedback and to hear from fans so send her an email with your thoughts!
When I moved to New York, I never dreamed that I would end up as a Top Twelve finalist for America’s Favorite Dancer. I knew the competition would be a great opportunity for my career, but I had no idea it would turn out to be the best summer of my life. My golden ticket onto the show led to new friendships and hot steamy romances.
However, behind the cool, confidence that I showed the world was a broken heart that had never completely healed. Dance was my ongoing therapy, and I vowed to never let a man get close enough to hurt me ever again.
Instead, I kept my relationships the same way I liked to dance….fast and unbinding. Was I a heartbreaker? Maybe. But mostly just protecting my own heart.
Now, if I could only forget the love of my life, I would be okay, but until then I would continue to Just Dance.
*Just Dance is a companion novella in the Dancer’s Desire series, which can be read alone, but is better as Book 2.5 in the series. It is a short story with a little bit of romance and a whole lot of fun.*
**For Adult Readers 18+ due to strong language and sexy scenes**
Annalie Walkerwas born and raised in Louisiana. She is the wife to a sometimes home, sometimes not airline pilot husband and the mother of two fabulous children. If she is not at the soccer field with one, you can find her in the dance studio with the other. Of the two, she is most comfortable in the dance studio since she also grew up there.
She spends her days in the pharmacy, her evenings carpooling kids and her nights lost in a good book. She has always had a passion for reading a good love story, but has just recently discovered the joy in writing. She likes her books the same way she likes her food, spicy. She has just recently published her first novel Pointe of Passion on Amazon.
At Le Cirque Macabre, Holly Octane bursts into flames five nights a week. The stage is where Holly feels most alive. When she’s there no one can touch her, and everyone adores her.
Brought to Las Vegas as vampire bait, Holly’s connection to the immortals is a mystery. She’s one of a kind– traveling through time and igniting when her emotions get too hot to handle. The only people who understand her are an aunt with a hidden agenda and her fortune teller girlfriend, Rainey, who doesn’t see a future with Holly in it.
Cash Logan needs Holly, but she’s not the reason he came to Vegas. The enigmatic magician seeks Blade Bennett, a vampire that has a power that he shouldn’t have–fire. A power that could determine the future of all of vampire kind. Holly’s the only one who can help Blade control his fire, but their feelings for each other are too fiery to ignore.
Immortals rule the Vegas night, and not one of them trusts Cash or Blade. If Holly lets them draw her in to this world designed to destroy her, she’ll lose everything—the only family she’s ever known, and everyone who adores her.
Las Vegas is her stage, and Holly is determined to set the city on fire.
“How long have you been like this?” His gaze ran the length of my robe, and he didn’t have to clarify what he meant. As far as everyone knew, I was twenty-four. “Decades. I think.” The concept of time simply made me dizzy. Cash nodded; my answer didn’t surprise him. “You were born north of London in 1781, in a village called Moorfields.” My knees buckled, and if I didn’t clutch the table, I would have fallen. Even though I knew the answer wasn’t going to be something nice and neat like twenty-five years ago in Memphis, actually having the answer blew my mind. “I remember things that happened before that.” I couldn’t face him. “And I think I remember you.” “Do you?” Cash ran his fingers lightly along my hair, never touching my body. At first, I was terrified we’d burst into flames. We’d fireproofed my dressing room, but Cash wouldn’t survive. This information was just the tip of the iceberg. I needed him to stay alive. “What do you remember?” Images jumbled in my brain as if someone spun a wheel. I saw Cash, bound, bloody, and burned, surrounded by laughing onlookers. His hair was shorter, and it was a different time, but I knew him. His eyes. No matter what humiliation was bestowed upon him, they remained proud. “Chaos.” His silky laugh almost convinced me I’d been wrong. No one could actually survive the state I pictured Cash in, his skin purple from abuse, weak from starvation, and still have a sense of humor. But those eyes. “That’s about right.” He moved closer to me, my robe pressed against my skin. I couldn’t let him distract me. “But why do I remember things that happened before that? Like I was there. Is that even possible?” “If you experienced it, then you made it possible, Holly.” His words were soft, and like time, they made me dizzy. “You’re a Bleed.” My eyes snapped open. “A what?” “You’re a Bleed. You age much more slowly than mortals, and your immortality extends in all directions. Forward, backward, and sideways if it’s possible.” I had to turn and face him. Rainey would knock on the door any time now, and I needed to wrap this up before she came. She’d warned me stay away from Cash. We’d been fighting too much lately already. I hated it. “How many of us are there?” “You mean how many of you are there.” Someone knocked on the door softly. I forced my eyes away from Cash, and he stepped back. The knock repeated, more forceful this time. Rainey would be able to sense I wasn’t alone, even if she couldn’t see Cash. “You might be the only one.” “Then how do you know so much about it?” I kept waiting for the heat to rise in my body, but it didn’t. All the triggers, fear and frustration, were there, but no flames. The knocking became frantic. “Because I do.” Cash placed my hat back on my head before he headed to the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he turned back to me. “You’ve been patient this long, Holly. I want you to need me.”
Kristen Strassel writes books about rock stars and vampires. After all, they tell you to write what you know. She is a passionate music fan who also loves football games and diner food. Kristen works as a makeup artist on film and TV shows when she’s not writing, and loves being behind the scenes. A former resident of Las Vegas, Kristen now lives in the Boston area.
He’s red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me.
But the rules don’t allow for my dangerous games; they don’t bend for my twisted desires.
Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast.
A beast I can’t stop thinking about, can’t stop wanting, can’t stop hunting…
…I just pray to God this beast bites.
Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up.
Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she’s even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year.
It’s looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep.
She could do without a guy like him on her books: a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass.
She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that’s what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind.
But the handbook doesn’t know of her craving for hardcore submission.
The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild.
Jade Westis a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, and the next standalone in the Dirty Bad series, Dirty Bad Savage, releases June 9th.
1-click now and meet Nolan and Brooklyn! I hope his lip ring is going to drive you as crazy as it does Brooklyn. 😉
Title : Six Years
Author : Stephanie Witter
Book Cover : Jo Raven Release Day : June 9th Category and genre : New Adult Contemporary Romance Novel length : over 100.000 words.
Standalone
Blurb:
They hadn’t seen each other in six years.
She’d always had a crush on him.
He’d only ever seen her like a little sister.
And now…he’s back.
Brooklyn
I thought that he was a part of a distant past. I thought I didn’t feel anything for him now, but I was not so sure anymore. Having him back in my life, for however long it was, was making me see things differently. So many things had changed in the last six years and somehow I’d lost myself and forgotten all about my dreams.
My home life was still a mess, my personal life was nothing to boast about and when I see how successful he is, how everything he’d always wanted came true, I couldn’t help but feel lacking in a lot of ways. But he’s back and he needed me. I knew I was the only one who understood that part of his life, the only one he’s willing to share it with. My heart is still beating too hard and too fast for him and this time around, I was as much an adult as he was.
Having a six year age gap didn’t mean shit.
Nolan
Being back in Riverdale was harder than I thought. I’d turned my back on that life, but there had always been that one girl in my head. Little B. Now she’s nothing like the twelve year old girl I’d last seen. She’s a young woman, gorgeous and sexy. I couldn’t stay away. There’s something drawing me to her and it goes beyond my need to reconnect with her, to have her back in my life and fill the hollow part of my chest. But I couldn’t forget the little girl she had been; I shouldn’t forget the little girl she used to be.
Growing up with a junkie mother and nobody else, my neighbor, Brooklyn, had been my only happy place. I had taken care of her, and when I had left, I had to leave behind a huge part of me. I couldn’t do it again. I needed her. Once again, she’s the only person I want in my life, but I wasn’t sure if it was for all the right reasons.
Were there too many obstacles in the way?
Contemporary Romance standalone novel for readers over 18.
His Adam’s apple jumped once and a smile brightened his face. My eyes landed on his pierced lower lip and a wave of lust punched me low in my belly. I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable with the pictures my brain conjured.
He came closer, erasing the little space separating us. I could feel the washed away denim of his blue jeans and his firm thigh underneath against my bare leg. I wanted to close my eyes and revel in his presence, in the feel of his body against me, but I didn’t. I kept my eyes open as he leaned into me and wrapped his arms around me. The lean muscles in his arms flexed, his bare and hot skin brushing mine. I felt naked in my tank top as his bare arms were doing things to me I never thought possible.
“Relax, Brooklyn. It’s just me,” he said in my ear, his thin lips and loop tracing the words against the sensitive skin of my ear. I never realized before how an ear could be so erogenous. I couldn’t believe it. I was in Nolan’s arms six years after he left. He was here, in my bedroom.
I took a deep breath and the smell of his clean clothes and the scent that was only him, assaulted me. I was taken back to six years ago, before I had to face the loneliness that was my life. Before I lost my best friend. But right now, I wanted to stay in his arms without thinking about his departure or the future. I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist and balled his t-shirt in my fists.
He relaxed against me and ran a hand up and down my back, avoiding the small of my back that was bared by my tank top which had ridden up. “It feels different,” he said, pulling away. He nibbled on the loop in his lower lip.
I nodded and smiled weakly. Losing the heat and weight of his arms around me made me feel depressed. I missed that kind of attention, of touch. Mike and all the guys before him never hugged me just because they cared about me. If they hugged me it was with the purpose to have me naked minutes later and while I was all for it, it was also difficult when you had nobody to give you a real, warm hug. I’d forgotten what comfort felt like.
“It’s different. We’re both adults now.”
About the author:
Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels and PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.
It’s either the beginning or the end for Sadie James. She came to the small Adirondack town of Andora looking for a fresh start. One that didn’t include the pitying looks of strangers who saw her on the news. Only days into her new life and already she is in trouble. That is, unless the wolf in front of her was salivating at the sight of some other woman in the vast forest around her.
After killing his sister, Tyson searched for oblivion the only way he knew how to. As a wolf he could run from the life he left behind and become the animal he always was. The time between lucidness grows longer each times he surfaces. One day he won’t be able to come back at all. It was the only thing he looked forward to until a lost woman fell at his feet.
Sadie is in danger and she is blind to it. Although, it was never proven, Tyson always believed Jack was behind his sister’s ultimate demise. Now Jack has his sights set on Sadie. Can he fight the pull of the wild or will he let her face the wolves alone?
K.C. Stewart is the self published author of the Hailey Holloway series and most recently, the Adirondack Pack series. All her life she had fantasized and day dreamed on a regular basis but it wasn’t until she began writing flash fiction and that she made those fantasies a reality. Now she has graduated to novels but still dabbles in the occasional flash fiction and short story. Because of her love for reading and the written word, K.C. is currently continuing her education at Clarion University for Library Science. When she isn’t taking photographs, studying or writing, she is supporting a very real gummy bear habit. Currently, she lives with her boyfriend, german shepherd and cats in central Pennsylvania.
She never wanted for anything. Beautiful, spoilt, loved. Lydia Romero thought she had a taste of the good life – but do you really know any different as a child? Looks can be deceiving. When her world changes and everything she thought she knew turns out to be a lie, she makes a decision that changes the course of her life for good.
Ruben Brent is her soul-mate. He’s the envy of every guy he meets and the crush of every woman, but his heart only belongs to one – Lydia Romero. She’s the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on, and he’s been in love with her since they were kids. But it all started with a lie. And now he can’t escape the web of deception he’s weaved.
Danielle Breeze, twenty-five but some days I feel forty! I have two beautiful young children (makes finding the time to write challenging to say the least!) Born and raised in Coventry, England – don’t think I’d ever really have leave here because I’m a home-bird! I’m a romantic at heart, love a happy ending and I’ve been known to make up my own endings in my head to other books if I didn’t agree with theirs!
I have always read books, magazines…the back of the shampoo bottle…ANYTHING I could, since I’ve been able to form words! I wanted to write my own books for as long as I can remember, scribbling little pieces down when I was younger, anything to get my ideas out! I was at university when I decided I was going to stop wanting to do it, and actually do it! I have plenty of different works in the pipeline, so I hope you enjoy them as much as I do! X
