โฃI looked into Rogan Kendrickโs eyes, told him I loved himโฆand then I died. โฃ
โฃSo how the hell am I standing naked in the middle of a morgue, doing my best not to freak the fuck out? โฃ
โฃIโm a Bone Witch, or at least I was before Rogan bound us together. Blood magic now flows through my veins too, and I think somehow the man I shouldnโt love, the one who betrayed me, who couldnโt choose meโฆhas saved me. โฃ
โฃIf the High Council finds out, theyโll hunt us, and they wonโt be the only ones. A certain bastard demon did promise to ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ.โฃ
โฃI donโt know exactly what the hell is going on, but I do know this: My name is Lennox Osseous, and itโs time to show them why you donโt fuck with the Bone Witch.
Ivy Asher is addicted to chai, swearing, and laughing a lotโbut not in a creepy, laughing alone kind of way. She loves the snow, books, and her family of two humans, and three fur-babies. She has worlds and characters just floating around in her head, and sheโs lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing people who support that kind of crazy.
Title: Taken by the Pikosa Warlord A Barbarian SciFi Romance Series: Xiveri Mates #7 Author: Elizabeth Stephens
Genre: Barbarian Warlord/Sci-Fi Romance Release Date: August 31, 2021
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Halima Iโm wrenched from a five thousand year sleep into a new world. It was supposed to be uninhabited. Humans were supposed to have died off. Those of us preserved in the stasis tanks were supposed to rebuild.
But there were survivors. And now those survivors have formed factions. The leading tribes enslave those weaker and language keeps them apart.
Funny, because in my past life I was the interpreter and I intend to bridge the gaps so that when we escape, we do it together. But I have to get past the warlord watching me first.
Ero Communication between tribes is unheard of. Forbidden. A death sentence. I should kill the little slave that dares defy this edict.
But the signs suggest something unthinkable. That this little creature is mine.
I need to find a way to get rid of her before she dismantles everything, escapes, liberates slaves, brings warring tribes to my doorstepโฆbut to do that, Iโll have rid myself of this pesky little thing called want.
She makes me want her.
Taken by the Pikosa Warlord is a barbarian SciFi romance that is a complete standalone within the Xiveri Mates series. It features a dark, savage warlord and the brilliant interpreter who defies him, action, steam and a guaranteed HEA.
Ero hisses, โHalima.โ โHalima.โ I blink and see waves, but they donโt belong to the river. They belong to the ocean. I look up and a man is smiling at me. He has my eyes and my stubborn chin, at least, thatโs what my mother tells me. Iโm crying but heโs chuckling lightly as he reaches forward and pulls the plastic bag out of my hand. Iโd been devastated to see so much trash on the beach, but my father just grins gently and says, โIt resists. Thatโs how the ocean survives, despite all the harm we do to it. It resists, remaining unbroken. And though it is unbroken by us, it can break us so easily. There are too many droplets and, when they gather, they are capable of magnificent violence. Its calm now is just an illusion so be careful, habibty, with the ocean. โRespect it, but know that if it can remain unbroken by us, then you should not be broken by this.โ He holds up the plastic bag and stuffs it into his pocket. โNow come. Letโs catch up to your mother, aunt and uncle, and all your cousins. The family is waiting.โ โHalima.โ I look up. Ero is frowning at me and the entire room falls away. I waver as I come out of the dream and my slick leather sandal slips on a couple of the rocks. I fall back onto my butt, quickly pulling my toes out of the stream. When I look up, Ero is perched forward on the edge of his seat, veins in his forehead popping proudly. I can see his tension even from here. He opens his mouth, but doesnโt say anything, so I use the opportunity. โYou shouldnโt have done that to Haddock. It was my betrayal. I wanted you to sleep, not to die. I donโt want anyone to die.โ Leaning his elbows onto his knees, he sneers, โIt is a bit late for that now, donโt you think?โ
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โWhat is Ahrabiq? Another Tanishi language?โ Her eyes get large at that and, whatever pretense sheโd been protecting, is shed. She looks around, searching for something. She doesnโt find it. Instead, she comes to me and takes me by the hand. โYes, it is a Tanishi language, but IโฆI donโt know how to say it. I must show you.โ She leads me by the hand to the tray of food, most of which is empty. Iโm pleased by the sight of it. She uncorks the wine, releases my hand and repositions her fingers around my wrist. She dips my longest two fingers into the wine and my fingers drip onto the stone, but she moves them to hover over the half-eaten tablet. โAhrabiq was the language I spoke first. But it isnโt like Inglesh, another Tanishi language. Ahrabiqโฆyou have to feel it.โ She smiles up at me as she says the Pikosa word for feel and it makes me feel strange, like weโre sharing something private. She takes my wine-dipped finger and moves it across the tablet to form a peak, then brings it down and to the right before sweeping back in and up. The long upward stroke links to another upward stroke, this one much shorter, before creating a fluid circle and then another shape thatโs somewhere between a triangle and a circle. She concludes by adding two dots above the triangle and two more dots below the shortest line.
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โHa-lee-ma,โ she whispers. โThat is how you illuminate my name, how it should be inscribed.โ She lowers my hand and I suffer from the loss of contact. I stare down at the tray. The foods pushed aside. A bone thatโs been gnawed at. The wine stains the dry stone in loops and swirls that donโt mean anything to me. Only that isnโt true, is it? Halima. In her language. The language she learned first, long before she learned Pikosa. She learned so many other languages between now and then. It makes me jealous of every single person she spoke those languages with. โAnd this,โ she says, moving my hand again in a different pattern this time, โis Ero. This is your name in Ahrabiq.โ
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I drag my fingers over the letters and feeling hits me with sharp suddenness โ a full frontal assault โ and I find myself incapable of fighting back. โYouโฆโ I watch the letters disappear, evaporating against the stone until itโs blank and bare. My voice is thick with feeling that I canโt seem to swallow as I say words I didnโt think myself capable of. Gentle words. โYou miss this language, donโt you?โ She smiles weakly, but her gaze is pinned to the tablet between us. Her fingers on my wrist smooth down my palm and my eyelids flutter. I want to put my arm around her shoulderโฆand then I do. She jolts, as if surprised by the contact, and when she looks up at me, thereโs a wetness to her gaze that makes me feel like Iโve somehow failed her. โDonโt do that,โ I whisper. Her gaze flicks up to mine and she sniffs and shakes her head, like sheโs shaking off a weight far too heavy for her slim shoulders to bear. โYouโre right. I donโt miss it,โ she says, but itโs a lie I can feel to my core. โDonโt do that,โ I growl. I snatch both my hands away from hers and use them to cup her face. I stroke the sides of her cheeks, disconcerted that she feels so soft, but not disconcerted enough to stop touching her. I smooth one hand down her throat and touch the tender lines of her collar bone, then smooth that hand underneath the linen flaps covering her shoulder. My other hand slides around her neck, fingers threading through her tangled curls. I angle her head back and before I can interpret my actions, catch them and stop them, my mouth is covering hers. I kiss her hard, crushing her lips, shocked by how they feel and how good this is. Feel. Thatโs what I told her. Pleasure. Thatโs what sheโs teaching me.
Elizabeth Stephens writes romance of the SciFi, paranormal and suspenseful varieties. Her favorite trope is enemies-to-lovers and she loves to world-build so much so that she sometimes gets lost in places that don’t exist.
One year into her author journey, she’s been shocked to see her books listed among Amazon’s bestsellers in their categories. Still, her favorite pieces of fanmail are from BIPOC women expressing surprise and gratitude that they’ve found an author who looks like them and (does her very best!) to write books that make them feel included.
Other than writing, Elizabeth also likes to throw very exciting-looking pottery on her balcony in Berlin where she lives with her loving husband (who bought her said pottery wheel for her last birthday) and her doggo, King Louis. Though she’s lived over half her life abroad, she still calls Seattle home.
To find out more about her projects and upcoming releases visit her website at booksbyelizabeth.com.
One second, he had everything. The next, it was torn away.
Oliver James was at the peak of his career, captain of the Baltimore Breakers, minutes away from winning another Cup. Then one hit had derailed all that.
All heโd ever known was hockey, and he didnโt know where he fit in a world where playing was no longer a possibility. But then he was offered a chance to bring hockey back into his life. A shot at starting over.
The only condition of that second chance was required meetings with the team psychologist, Hazel.
She was exactly the kind of woman he might have once lusted afterโbeautiful, kind, a body that screamed sex. She made him feel whole, like a man again.
Except, she wasnโt interested in him outside of being a patient.
Well then, Oliver would just have to convince her otherwise.
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her teamโthe Sharks!โare playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys.
She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or email her at elisefaberauthor@gmail.com. Connect with Elise!
This book is an emotional roller coaster of a romance read. There are beautiful highs and gut wrenching lows that will keep you glued to your kindle. ~ JudyAnnLovesBooks
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About the Author
New York Times/WSJ/USAT International bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling downstairs), and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily-ever-afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
The Cowboy’s Christmas Bride by Deborah Garland is live!
Can a cowboy with amnesia find his way back to his greatest love?
Parker: I’ve not been home to Wild Heart, Texas in nine years. I’ve been recovering from a head injury I got on my cattle ranch in Wyoming. Trauma that stole large chunks of my memory and left me with scars I don’t want my family to see.
When my brother Walker announces he’s getting married at Christmas and wants his big brother as his best man, I’m out of excuses and must go home to face my family.
I wasn’t expecting to meet the woman who’s been haunting my dreams for nine years, a woman who holds the key to my best stolen memory. The greatest night of my life.
Grace: I met an alluring stranger nine years ago and then never saw him again. I knew it was a one-night-stand, but my mystery man left me with more than just amazing memories.
When my best friend, Emma, asks me to be the maid of honor at her upcoming Christmas wedding and begs me to let the best man stay in the apartment over my garage for all the wedding and holiday festivities, saying yes is easy.
Then I meet the mysterious Parker Rhodes. Only he’s not exactly a stranger…
Deborah Garland is an Award-Winning author of emotional and funny, steamy romances!
She lives on the beautiful North Shore of Long Island with her very patient husband and their mischievous pug. She had to learn how to make her own Cosmopolitans and right now there’s a bartender who will NEVER see her again. She eats cheap mac and cheese with expensive red wine, her heroes are ALWAYS over six feet tall, and they fall, hard, HARD for the girl.
I was too young to understand the beauty of what I held in my arms when she crashed into my world.
Frankie Young was never far from my mind, so when she came back into my life after nearly a decade, it was as if no time had passed.
After we reconnected in more ways than one, there was no denying what we had was extraordinary and, I thought, forever. But when she discovered something Iโd been hiding, she gave up on us without giving me a chance to explain.
My lies broke her heart, but her walking away shattered what was left of mine. I thought that was the end for usโฆ until Frankie and I found ourselves bound together for life. While we navigated our new found destiny, not only did we have to fight for each other, but we had to protect our future from someone who didnโt want us to have one together.
The first time Anna tried to read a romance novel, her hair caught on fire when she leaned over a candle to sneak a peek at her momโs Harlequin. She thinks being hit on the head with a shirtless Fabio until the smoke cleared is what sparked the flame for her love of romance.
Anna was born in Wisconsin, but currently lives in Texas with her husband and two boys. She writes sexy romance that always has a happy ending and loves bringing characters back for cameos. Less than six degrees of separation connects any of her novels.
When sheโs not writing or reading, sheโs watching reruns of her favorite romcoms, talking to her dog and cat like theyโre human, eating carbs, or practicing hand lettering.
She loves to hear from readers and can be found on social media as @annabrooksauth everywhere.
Bookeverlasting Blog – โAge of Ava by Melanie Moreland is an EPIC read that will join the ranks of the BIBLIO-ARISTOCRACY!!!โ
Goodreads Review – โThis was an entertaining, emotional read, from the first chapter to the last I was drawn into the story that Ms. Moreland wove and had a hard time putting it down when real life got in the way.โ
Goodreads Review – โI loved everything about Age of Ava, I was intrigued by the blurb and I fell hook, line and sinker for Ava and Hunter.โ
Carolโs Review – โThe chemistry between Ava and Hunter was electric.โ
Excerpt:
As we got to the top of the bluff, the dog raced ahead of me, wagging his tail. I stood for a moment to catch my breath, and he stopped, as if waiting. I cocked my head to the side, studying the large black truck in front of me. It was familiar. My stomach clenched as I moved toward it, recalling why it was familiar.
Intense fire-and-ice eyes came to my mind. Strong arms and a wicked, passionate mouth that was possessive and gentle poked at my memories.
I rounded the back of the truck and stopped, the dog sitting down beside me.
There he was.
Hunter.
He didnโt see me at first. I didnโt interrupt him.
He was too busy dancing. I was too busy staring.
His jeans hugged his ass. His T-shirt was stretched tight across his back and arms. His hair glinted in the sunlight.
And his hips moved. Gyrated. His torso bent and swayed. His arms rose and fell with the beat of the music. He sang, his voice rich and deep, his feet and body keeping perfect rhythm with the song. He spun on his heels and froze. Our eyes locked and held.
And, unexpectedly, he smiled. Wide and carefree. He held out his hand.
โDance with me, Little Dragon.โ
I found myself taking his hand. Joining him under the sun. Letting him lead me, spin me around, pull me to his hot, sunbaked chest as we moved. He crooned in my ear, making me laugh. He joined me, the sound of our shared amusement fading away as the song ended and we broke apart. Slowly, carefully, as if neither of us wanted this moment to end.
New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase LiteraryโฏAgency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translationโฏrights please contact her at โฏflavia@bookcaseagency.com
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy Release Date: August 24, 2021
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Clara and Zac thought they were headed for their happily ever after, until a break-up slathered in betrayal left them both jaded and vindictive.
Twelve years have passed since they left Wyoming, and during that time Clara found her calling at a prestigious PR firm in California while Zac moved to New Orleans to join his Broussard cousins at River Enterprises. They thought they could forget each other and move on… until a local charity auction in their hometown of Snowy Creek sets Zac up for the ultimate revenge. If he wins, Clara will be at his mercy, forced to work for him for one full week. Tantalized by the sweet taste of revenge, he eagerly ups the ante to claim his prize.
But what starts out as a week of filthy manual labor and bitter rivalry leads to a shocking revelation. Someone has been plotting for over a decade to keep Clara and Zac apart. Can the pair band together to uncover who? Or will their rift from the past continue to ruin their chance at a blissful future?
That was it. My fate was sealed. David held up the gavel, and in just a matter of seconds, I would belong to Zac Ward for a whole week. โTwenty thousand dollars going once, going twice โฆ sold to Zac Ward!โ If Iโd have eaten lunch, it wouldโve been all over the stage. That was how sick I felt. Plastering on a smile, I made my way off the stage right to my parents. My mother looked angrier than I was. She grabbed my shoulders. โWeโre going to get you out of this. Iโll pay the twenty grand myself and tell Zac to get lost.โ I shook my head. โNo. Iโll get myself out of this.โ When I looked at my dad, he huffed. โIโm sorry, baby girl. We werenโt expecting twenty grand.โ โItโs okay,โ I said, glancing over my shoulder. I could see Zac across the room, trying to make his way over to me. โIโm not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he won. I just wish I knew what the hell he was up to.โ My mother grabbed my hand. โCome on, letโs go. You donโt have to talk to him. Weโll figure this all out.โ Iโd waited twelve years to give Zac a piece of my mind. I couldnโt chicken out now. One way or another, I had to face him. โNo,โ I said, pulling my hand away. โI need to do this on my own.โ Turning on my heel, I ignored my motherโs plea and walked through the crowd with my eyes right on Zac and his on mine. The air in the room turned electric, but I wasnโt about to get burned again. The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene in the middle of the ballroom. Judging by the curious stares of everyone around, they were waiting for something to happen. Snowy Creek was a small town, and one where everyone knew everything. It was no secret that Zac and I were supposed to move away together and build a future. Some might have thought we were young and stupid, but back then, we had it all planned out. He was supposed to be my future and vice versa. With each step I took, the people around me moved out of the way until there was a clear path to Zac. He smirked at me and it pissed me off even more. โWhat the hell are you doing?โ I snapped, glaring at him. He glanced around the room at everyone watching us and then back to me. โI wanted to bid on you and I won.โ
AUTHOR BIO
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Everythingโs sweeter in the South has always been her mantra and she lives by it, whether itโs with her writing or in her everyday life. Maybe thatโs why sheโs seriously addicted to chocolate.
Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a childrenโs book with her daughter. Her favorite to write is romantic suspense, but sheโs also found a passion in romantic comedy. She loves to make people laugh which is why youโll never see her without a smile on her face.
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance Release Date: August 20, 2021
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Fastball- Noun: A pitch thrown at or near a player’s maximum velocity
Neither Josh nor Harper knows what their relationship would become, but over time theyโve relied on each other to pick the other when the world seems to want to keep them apart.
Nothing is ever easy when it comes to love and when secrets are revealed, relationships will be tested and the pressure might just become too much.
Their love is strong, but sometimes these things need to turndown so something better can rise from the ashes.
A Rolodex of pictures continues to filter through my brain. Over and over again I see image after image of Josh and me, all in different stages of undress, all extremely revealing and embarrassing. This happens every night. Falling asleep has become harder and harder because my brain doesnโt shut off the possibilities of who is doing this to us and why it keeps getting worse and worse. Every night Josh holds me, whispering encouraging words in my ear as I pretend to fall asleep. Does he know I fake it until he drifts off behind me? Probably not, but right now I try every trick in the book because those pictures are haunting me and nothing I do seems to quiet the storm inside my head. After a few hours, I drift off, waiting for the haunting dreams to start. The ones where the pictures leak, where Josh loses everything and in turn, I lose the best thing thatโs ever happened to me. But tonight is different. Tonightโs dream morphs from a nightmare to a flip-book of the worst horrors of my childhood, and before long Iโm knee-deep in one of the worst nightmares Iโve had in decades. I shoot up out of bed, soaking in sweat and shaking. My eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness as I try and find something to ground myself to this reality. The pads of Joshโs fingers graze my back and I jump at the contact. โShh, sweetheart, itโs just me.โ I look over, the exhausted look in his eyes evident, yet the worry creeps through enough for the guilt to set in. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down as I struggle to get the remnants of the dream off my skin. โItโs okay,โ I lie. โIโm fine.โ I donโt say anything else as I get out of bed and make my way out of Joshโs bedroom and into the kitchen. I donโt turn on any lights, letting the glow of the moon through the windows cast an eerie film over the space. The darkness of the dream starts to surround me as I shudder, trying to shake the image of my fatherโs lifeless body from my brain. I stayed here tonight because I wanted to see Josh before he went to practice tomorrow, and now I’m regretting it. I havenโt had a nightmare like that for months. I honestly thought they were gone for good, but now the realization that I have to explain to Josh what happened settles in and my stomach plummets. I try and shake the feeling as I get myself a glass of water, leaning back against the counter as Josh walks into the room. My eyes catch the clock above the stove. Three a.m., great. โYou should go back to bed, itโs too early for you to be up,โ I mutter. Joshโs eyes never leave mine as he sits down at the island, his fingers intertwining as they rest on the cool granite. We sit in silence for a few seconds before I take another drink and place the empty glass in the sink. โYou’re not leaving that spot, are you?โ He just shakes his head, his eyes pleading for me to say something, anything that will allow him into this moment. Yet the effects of the dream still linger and the idea of talking about this shakes me to my core. โSweetheart, I need you to talk to me. I know this is hard, but I want to help you and I canโt do that if I donโt know what Iโm up against.โ My eyes cast down, feeling the weight of his gaze as I play with the edge of the counter. โHarper.โ He doesnโt sound mad, he sounds concerned and it’s that distinction that propels me to the empty seat beside him. Without saying a word, I sit down, leaning my head against his shoulder as his arms encase my body, sending a sense of warmth through my veins. โThis memory isnโt something I talk aboutโฆ to anyone,โ I admit. He says nothing, his arms tightening as his lips brush my temple. โYou can tell me as much or as little as you want. I just want you to let me in. I hate that I canโt fix thisโฆโ I take a shuddering breath, realizing how long Iโve waited for someone to say those words to me. โYou wonโt be able to fix this, Josh. Trust me. Years of therapy havenโt gotten rid of the nightmares.โ He leans back, our eyes meeting and the sense of helplessness that surrounds me is almost overwhelming, so I do the one thing that seems to always calm me down. I lean in and lightly kiss his lips, basking in their softness and I steel myself for whatโs about to come out of my mouth.
S.A. Clayton lives in a small town outside of Toronto, Canada with her husband and her scary large collection of books that seem to take over every room. She has worked on both sides of the publishing industry, both in a bookstore and for actual publishing companies. Although she loved both for different reasons, she found that writing was her true passion and has spent the last few years breaking into the industry as best she can. She is a lover of all things romance and began her writing journey in her late twenties. Since then, she has immersed herself in the romance genre and couldn’t be happier. When she’s not writing or reading, she enjoys binging a great Netflix show (Stranger Things anyone?), baking (because who doesn’t love cookies!) and spending time with her family.
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Title: Written for You
Author: Robin Bielman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Written for You:
Cam Radcliffe is on a deadline to write his next blockbuster action film, but all he can think about lately is writing romance. The inspiration? His best friend, Reese.
Theyโve known each other for years, but suddenly working in the same office has given him a whole new appreciation of her. Reese is driving him wild in the best possible way, and Cam only hopes it isnโt obvious. If she knew, heโs certain their friendship would reach The End.
So, of course, Reese figures it out. But the awkward, negative response he expected is nothing like the realityโlike theyโre living their own romcom.
A romcom thatโs giving him the worst case of writerโs block at the absolute worst time in his career. Especially when the secret Reese has been forced to keep comes outโฆand threatens to ruin everything.
She didnโt shout โWhat the hell are you doing?โ Or knee him in the groin.
No.
She took. And then she gave back. Fisting her hands in his shirt. Moving her luscious mouth against his. Letting him sweep his tongue inside with barely a coax.
Jesus, she tasted good. Like cupcakes and sunshine. Like nothing heโd ever tasted before, her lips so soft and arousing, and pliable, that this had to be a slice of heaven.
His body wanted more. Wanted everything.
He abruptly pulled back. Took a step waayy back. Heโd not asked for permission. Or inched his way closer so she had time to retreat. Heโd been so overcome with desire for herโfor gorgeous and cheerful Reeseโthat he hadnโt given a second thought to crushing his mouth to hers.
โShit. Iโm sorry,โ he said, noting a well-kissed Reese was even more beautiful. He stifled a groan. โI donโt know what came over me.โ Except Iโve been craving your mouth for months.
She blinked, stunned or swept away or pissed at him, he wasnโt sure.
โI got caught up in the moment. It wonโt happen again.โ
She covered her mouth with her hand. Stayed silent. Time slowed.
โPlease say something. Tell me I didnโt just ruin us.โ His heart beat an unsteady rhythm and his cheeks burned hot with shame.
โIt wonโt?โ she asked softly.
โWas that a question or a statement? I couldnโt tell.โ He swallowed thickly, shifted from foot to foot. โIโm being tortured here, Reese.โ
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author Robin Bielman lives in Southern California with her awesome family and her very cute dog, Harry. She writes both sweet and sexy contemporary romances with one goal in mind: to leave you with a smile on your face. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, and frequent coffee shops with friends. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch on social! Xoxo
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