Thursday, November 15, 2018

RELEASE REVIEW: Pucked Love by Helena Hunting

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Pucked Love, the final sexy and emotional standalone in the NYT bestselling Pucked Series from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is available NOW!

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As an NHL player, relationships haven’t been my thing. Shrouded in secrecy and speculation, they never last very long. But then that’s what happens when you require an NDA before the first date.
Until Charlene. She’s like a firefly. She’s elusive, and if you catch her she’ll burn bright, but keeping her trapped dulls her fire and dims her beauty.
I caught her. And as much as I might want to keep her, I’ll never put the lid on her jar. Not at the risk of losing her. So I've let her set the rules in our relationship.
But as long hidden secrets expose us both, I discover exactly how fragile Charlene is, and how much I need her.
We’re all broken. We’re all messed up. Some more than others. Me more than most.
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REVIEW:
Darren can compromise and be accommodating at times, “no. Although I’m certainly not opposed to kinky *** games if that’s what you’d prefer in lieu of lunch.” Darren likes to take care of his girl, even if he's the one who caused her to be in the situations she's in, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you more than covered.” He grabs a towel from the edge of the pool. “Want some help changing out of your wet clothes?” I liked this book, I loved seeing the gang again and I loved getting a deeper look into Char and Darren.

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Excerpt:
You’re turning twenty-six. It’s your champagne birthday, so we need to do something fun.” Violet bounces, making her boobs shake and my mimosa slosh perilously. “It should be themed! We can all wear leather chaps!” “Could you be any more cliché?” I roll my eyes. “Just to be clear, Darren doesn’t own chaps.” “Just a ball gag and a mask with no eye holes, according to Alex.” And we’re back to my sex life. I knew I was getting off so easy. I wonder if Darren is catching this kind of heat today. I seriously doubt it’s worse than what I’m getting since I don’t think his friends are likely to push his buttons, but I’ll have to ask when I speak to him next. I’m not sure when that will be, either. The message I sent about Gertrude was pretty straightforward and doesn’t necessarily require a response. Maybe I should’ve worded it differently. Sunny raises her hand, like we’re all still in middle school and she’s waiting her turn to speak. “Wouldn’t a mask with no eyeholes be dangerous? You wouldn’t be able to see where you’re going.” Her eyes widen, and she looks around the room. “And what’s a ball gag?” I honestly love that Sunny has grown up in this highly overinformed society and still manages to be innocent. “Yeah, Char, wouldn’t a mask with no eyeholes be dangerous?” Violet props her fist on her chin and smiles. “And please, do explain what a ball gag is.” “I’m not sure you really want the answer to that, Sunny.” Poppy gives me a look I can’t quite decipher. Sunny twirls her hair around her finger. “Why not?” “Where’s the harm in a little bondage-sex education? It’s not like Miller’s ever going to go out and buy either item for her. First of all, Alex would murder him, and secondly, I don’t think that’s Miller’s thing.” Sunny’s face lights up, and she does jazz hands. “Oh! I think I know what Miller’s thing is!” Lily grins. “Eating your cookie?” “He really likes to do that, a lot. When my belly gets too big I’ll have to watch from the mirror.” She gets a faraway look in her eyes. “But he has another thing! Kind of like how you and Randy are always getting it on in bathrooms, except I think it’s a bit more sanitary.” “And it doesn’t cause thousands of dollars of damage,” Violet adds. Lily throws her hands up in the air. “That sink was already falling off the wall. It’s not my fault it broke!” “That was one expensive orgasm,” I say. “And Randy says it was worth every penny.” Lily’s smile is devious as she bites her knuckle, then turns to Sunny. “Anyway, back to Miller’s thing.” Sunny wiggles around excitedly in her chair. “So Miller paints my toenails for me.” “Miller’s thing is painting your toenails?” “Yes. Well, no. I think he likes my toes.” Her fingers go to her lips, and she looks around the room, her cheeks flushing. “Say what now?” Violet asks. ”Sometimes he kisses them.” She covers her mouth with her palm and says something unintelligible. Violet sits forward in her chair. “Hold on a second, does Buck have a foot fetish?” “Um, I don’t know.” Sunny looks worried now. “Is that weird? Is it, like, mask with no eyeholes kind of weird?”  
       About Helena Hunting
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her two awesome cats, who think the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from contemporary romance with all the feels to romantic comedies that will have you laughing until you cry.




REVIEW BLITZ: Falling for the Playboy by Kennedy Fox

   
  
Never trust a man who gets paid to take off his clothes for a living and then uses it as a pick-up line to get girls in bed with him. That should’ve been enough for me to call in sick that day. I’ve worked with male cover models like him before and they’re all the same—smooth-talking, sexy as sin, egotistical know-it-alls who think they’re God’s gift to women—all traits I know to steer clear of. Assisting authors comes with many perks—reading on the job, using my organizing skills on a daily basis, drinking coffee by the gallons—but Maverick Kingston barges into my life and demands more than I can handle. When we’re forced to road trip across the country together, he pushes every boundary I have and rearranges my thoughts on playing it safe. And when he “accidentally” drops his towel, he makes it very clear what he’s offering and proves he’s packing more than abs of steel under his clothes. Working with him was brutal, but falling for him was unexpected. And playing by the rules will be impossible. ADD TO GOODREADS  

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REVIEW:
Im not sure maverick knows what to do with Olivia at times, “probably does bite. Has to fight off all the women scrambling to jump on it.” I look at her, stunned. “****, sorry. That was rude. You probably have a fine, satisfying ***k. I just wasn’t interested in seeing it.” I liked this book, I loved the banter between Maverick and Olivia.


         

Olivia’s POV

  “Can I turn off this church music?” Maverick asks thirty minutes into our trip. He leans forward and starts messing with the knob. “It’s nice driving music,” I argue, swatting his hand away. “You can’t be serious. This shit is gonna put you to sleep and then we’re going to crash and die. You really want that on your conscious?” The corner of his lips tilt up just the slightest. “Guess it wouldn’t matter. I’d be dead.” I flash a smug smile right back at him. “Oh I see how it is. You look all innocent and smart but deep down you have this morbidness to you.” I shoot him a look. “You’re the morbid one with all your crashing and dying talk.” I turn my music back on. “Now no more talking about it because if I don’t get you to these events on time, Rachel will actually kill me.” “Why you so scared of her anyway? I could fit her in my pocket. She looks harmless enough.” Glancing at him, I try to focus on the road and shake my head. “You know she’s anything but harmless.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right. She’s not a firecracker like you though.” “I’m not even sure what that means, but you can’t label me when you just met me.” “Oh, like you haven’t labeled me already?” “I know your kind. I’ve heard plenty about you to form an opinion,” I tell him with purpose. “God, you’re so hypocritical. You think you’re the first prissy, stick-up-her-ass assistant I’ve met? Doesn’t mean I know you just like it doesn’t mean you know me. He kinda has a point, but I don’t tell him that. His ego is already taking up all the space in the car. Ignoring his comment, I focus on driving. We’re in heavy traffic and I’m not used to eight lane highways. “You better get over,” he says. “I’m trying.” I look over my shoulder, searching for a spot to move into. “Might wanna try the blinker. I heard it’s a signal for turning or moving over.” I sigh and put it on. He’s distracting me. “Stay quiet so I can focus.” His chuckles are the last thing I hear from him as I attempt to merge across the lanes. Finally, I make it and we coast down the highway in silence until we’re leaving the city. “When are we stopping for food?” He speaks up for the first time in hours. I look over at him and see he’s sticking his lower lip, making a pouty face. “I’m shriveling to nothing over here.” He slightly lifts his shirt up and pats his ridiculously cut stomach. His eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away although he saw me staring. Swallowing, I look at the GPS to see how much further until our first stop. “We have about an hour left,” I tell him. “Think you’ll manage to stay alive for that long?” He groans, loudly and it makes me laugh. I quickly catch myself and stop. “You have a nice laugh. It’s a pleasant change from your short fuse and snarl.” “I don’t snarl!” I argue. “I just like having a plan and sticking to it.” He noticeably rolls his eyes. “Okay, Miss Priss. Letting your hair down won’t kill ya.” “No, but your arrogant, self-absorbed attitude just might,” I throw at him, holding back a smirk. “Well, I think that’s debatable. Most of the women I date think it’s charming.” A loud snort bursts out of me, and I’m unable to keep in the laughter this time. “I think that says more about who you’re dating than anything. They must be desperate.” “Damn, what a burn.” He chuckles. “Adding hostile to your personality resume.” I inhale a deep breath, realizing that was a really mean thing to say. “Okay, sorry. That wasn’t nice. But I’m not taking back what I said about you. You’re arrogant and there’s no denying that” “Oh well then thanks, I guess.” He smirks. “You say it like being arrogant is a bad thing though. In my profession, I kinda have to be. I’m constantly selling myself to photographers and showing them I’m worthy of being in their magazines and advertisements. If I don’t act confident and prove I’m the best guy for the gig, I’ll lose it to the thousands of other people pursuing the job.” I think about his words for a minute. “Okay, well I can certainly understand that. But I think you’re just naturally that way.” I shrug, biting down on my lower lip so he doesn’t see right through me. He has every right to be confident, there’s no doubt about that. He’s got it all—the body, the face, the perfect white teeth and smile. His abs are plastered all over Rachel’s covers and book promo graphics. He even has that annoying muscular V that trails from his hips to down below his waistline. Annoyingly sexy. “However, that doesn’t mean you can’t be humble in other aspects of your life.” “That’s a pretty big accustation for someone you just met. How do you know I’m not? You haven’t been around me long enough to know anything about me. Don’t you think?” Damn. He’s right. “Fine. Prove me wrong then.”

  Brooke Cumberland & Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up to write under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you! Keep up with all their social media platforms for updates & info! WEBSITE | NEWSLETTER | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM          



Wednesday, November 14, 2018

RELEASE REVIEW: The Bastard by Lisa Renee Jones


I'm the bastard child, son to the mistress, my father's backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but I'm back now, and I finished school on my own dime. I'm now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" can have it. I will never go back there. I will never be the mistake my father made, the way he was the mistake my mother made.
And then she walks in the door, the princess I'd once wanted more than I'd wanted my father's love. She wants me to come back. She says my father needs to be saved. I don't want to save my father but I do want her. Deeply. Passionately. More than I want anything else.
But she's The Princess and I'm The Bastard. We don't fit. We don't belong together and yet she says that she needs me. We're like sugar and spice, we don't mix, but I really crave a taste. Just one. What harm can just one taste do?
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REVIEW:
Eric likes to make sure his woman understand what he's saying, “the part where I said that if you stayed, you’d end up naked.” I reach for her and pull her to me. “You did understand that, correct?” Eric sometimes has to remind his woman that he needs sustance, “good,” I echo and kiss her. “But,” I say seriously, “if I’m staying, you have to feed me. I’m wasting away here.” I fell in love with Erik, and I can't wait to see what's next for him.


“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, but her voice is raspy, affected, the taste of her hunger damn near on my tongue. I kiss her, a quick brush of lips, and a lick that has the heat between us damn near explosive. “Still think it’s a bad idea?” Her hands flatten on my chest but they flex rather than push. “We both know this is wrong.” “And yet you followed me here.” “You said that already,” “You knew what would happen,” I accuse. “I was angry.” I certainly know where anger and family collide, in ways I won’t explain to anyone. My jaw sets hard and I release her, putting a wide step between us. “Stay or go, but if you stay, you’re going to end up naked.” “I know your father’s an asshole, but my mother loves him and my father’s company is now a part of this one.” “The part where I said that if you stayed, you’d end up naked.” I reach for her and pull her to me. “You did understand that, correct?” “I don’t scare off that easily. If I did, I wouldn’t be working for your father and under your brother.” “It’s me I want you under,” I say, molding her close, my hands sliding up her back. “I’m too young and stupid for business, but I’m just right to fuck?” she challenges. “I’m warning you, Harper, not talking down to you. And if you’re young and stupid, so was I.” “You wanted to be here,” she says. “Yes,” I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. “I wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now, with you.” My mouth closes down on hers once more, a deep thrust of tongue that’s as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. It’s all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. That’s not what I get. Her hand on my chest doesn’t push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves I’d admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. “My God. What are we doing? You’re my stepbrother.” I walk her back against the wall, my hands caressing up her ribcage to cup her breasts. “I told you,” I say, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. “I’m not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.” I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before now, she was wrong. This is unforgiving. It’s in my blood. It’s who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard who wants her. I have this sudden need that consumes me. I shove my hand into the top of her dress, fingering her nipple. She makes this soft, sexy sound that has my cock twitching, expanding beneath my zipper. As if she knows, she presses her hand to my crotch and holy fuck, I need inside this woman. I push off the wall and shrug out of my jacket, my gaze raking over the tops of her breasts. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and I want that mouth on my body. I want my mouth on her body. I toss the jacket, rip away my tie, and she doesn’t run away as I half expect she will. She closes the space between us, her fingers on my buttons, working them down my shirt, but when one hand slides down to my crotch, I react. I slow things down before I fuck her and this is over, and when it is, I’m gone. Suddenly I’m not ready to leave, which is why I turn her to the wall, and force her hands to its surface, yanking down her zipper before I pull my shirt over my head. I step into her, my erection at her backside, my lips at her ear. “You saw me watching you across the pool,” I say, my fingers catching the straps at her shoulders. “Of course I saw you. You wanted me to see you.” “Yes. I did. I wanted you to know I wanted to fuck you.” I shove the straps of her dress down her arms. “I wanted you to know I wanted you naked.” I pull the dress down, and with no bra to contend with I have it down her hips and to her feet. I lift her and kick it away, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect her heart-shaped ass is before I turn her to face me. My fingers tangle in her hair and I pull her to me. “And since you’re here,” I add, “I will assume you got that message loud and clear.” “I’m still angry and you’re still an arrogant asshole, but apparently it doesn’t matter, so fuck me before I come to my senses.” I press my cheek to hers, my hand on her cheek, lips by her ear. “I promise to use my tongue in all the right places to make sure you have no regrets.” She pants out a breath that tells me my words affect her and I’m right there when she does, kissing her again, drinking her in, and damn she tastes good; one part innocence, one part a drug that knows how good it feels. And she does feel so fucking good. I scoop her up and carry her through the living area to the bedroom, because hell, I don’t know, it just feels like I should fuck her on the bed, though I could have easily kept her right there by the door. I want this woman. I want her in a bad way and I wanted her from the moment I saw her by that pool. I set her on her feet and I pull her close. “This is where I lick and you come on my tongue.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series. Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.




BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Deception by C.A. Harms

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Deception: The act of deceiving someone. That became a pattern in my life. It was the way the chips fell. I'm destined to be that girl that fell for the wrong guy. If he was a liar and a cheat, I found him or he found me. It didn’t really  matter how it happened, it just always did. But when I met Jake, I thought he was different. He was just a guy trying to get by, much like me in a sense. He was happy with the little things in life...he made me feel safe and settled. That was until I found out that his name, his life, and the man he pretended to be, were nothing but a fraud. He used me to get the answers he needed, and in the process, he managed to take my last ounce of hope and crush it. I just wanted him gone. I wanted to forget the times we shared, the laughs we had. I wanted to ignore the fact that he’d so easily found a place in my heart. Only there was one problem... I wasn’t allowed to forget.  I am reminded daily of him. Each morning, I have no choice but to look into the same, beautiful eyes he possessed. I see his smile, and that same shade of dark melted chocolate hair that at one point, I loved running my fingers through. Every single day I reminded of the fact that the father of my child is nothing more than a man that truly never existed. One-Click: Amazon | Amazon Universal
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REVIEW:
Jake sometimes needs reminding to put clothes on, "...crawl from the bed. Looking back over my shoulder I find her staring at my *** as she bites her lip. “Put some pants on.” She attempts to hide the fact that she obviously enjoys the view." I liked this book, I loved Jake.


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C.A. Harms is an avid romance and mystery reader. She’s always had a love for books, getting lost in writing and storytelling even as a young girl. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. She holds an addiction for Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha’s and KitKat when she should really be focusing on water and maybe a fruit or two to make herself feel less guilty, but that feeling quickly passes…thankfully.
She is easy going, fun, and although she may seem like one of the quiet ones at first, you just wait until she gets to know you better…that quietness changes, fast.
 



Tuesday, November 13, 2018

RELEASE REVIEW: Before Girl by Kate Canterbary


She's the girl next door.
He's the guy who's loved her from afar.
They're in for an unexpected tumble into love.


Title: Before Girl
Author: Kate Canterbary
Release Date: November 13, 2018


She'll juggle your balls.
For Stella Allesandro, chaos is good. She's a rising star at a leading sports publicity firm. She's known throughout the industry as the jock whisperer—the one who can tame the baddest of the bad boys in professional sports without losing her signature smile.

But Cal Hartshorn is an entirely different kind of chaos.

He'll fix your broken heart.
This ex-Army Ranger and now-famous cardiothoracic surgeon fails at nothing…except talking to a woman he's adored from afar. Whether on the battlefield or operating room, he's exacting, precise, and efficient, but all of that crumbles when Stella is in sight.

Cal always knows—and gets—what he wants, and now he wants all of her. His forever girl.

But Stella isn't convinced she's anyone's forever.

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REVIEW:
Cal is just really open with his life, "I do but you can stay here. You can go through my closets and cabinets, and check out my DVR." Cal likes to make sure when giving his woman information, that he's very thorough, "here's my mobile phone, my house phone , my office at the hospital, my head scrub nurse's number, my address, my work email, and my personal email." Cal likes to reassure his girl, "you're fine," I said. "Just well-effed." I loved this book, I fell in love with Cal.



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Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since.

Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.



Monday, November 12, 2018

Ice Hot by Tracy Goodwin



Serena just loves to tease her man, “this dress is hiding the fact that I’m rocking a very sexy thong today. I would have gone commando, your personal favorite, but we are meeting with my parents, after all. I need to show some modicum of respect.” She places her free hand over my shoulder. “Though I may be going the discreet route, it does slide off easily.” I think Chris is sometimes jealous that his woman gives his dog more attention than him, "I missed you too, Puck.” Serena kneels on the floor. My dog is getting more attention than I am.." I loved this book, I ell in love with Chris.

BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Long Road Home by Stacey Lynn


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A beautiful and emotional second chance romance with a strong heroine and a swoon-worthy hero. Must read! ~ USA Today Bestselling Author, Melanie Harlow
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I left home ten years ago, promising myself I’d never return to the place where I had never been accepted. I was despised and ridiculed for circumstances completely beyond my control.
But when my grandmother passes away, I’m forced to return to Kansas. I will have to face everyone who hated me. But they’re not who I’m most afraid of.
My biggest fear? Facing him. Jordan Marx. The boy I once loved more than life itself. The boy who defended me from them. The boy I’d disappeared on, leaving him nothing more than a horrible nasty lie and hastily scribbled note.
 When Jordan finds out the secret I have carried for so long, I’m in for the battle of my life.
Or so I thought.
I might have wandered for years on a path riddled with thorns but with Jordan by my side, taking the long road home means more than reuniting with the only man I’ve ever loved. It might just mean finding myself, and the family I never thought I could ever have along the way.
 
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REVIEW:
Jordan is often times surprised by his woman, “actually,” Destiny said, “I was thinking you and me. Dinner out somewhere?” A date? Was she asking me out? That heat in my spine settled to a comfortable warmth and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from teasing her... " Once Jordan is sated he is all one happy and playful man, "he smacked my *** playfully. “Go get cleaned up. I’m exhausted, and I want you in my arms before I fall asleep.” There are times Jordan isn't really a hard man to please, "mostly I spent time thinking when I could get Destiny naked and beneath me again. Or on top. I wasn’t picky." I liked this book, I really loved Jordan.

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Excerpt:
God. How screwed up was I?
“It pisses me off how smart you can be sometimes,” I muttered and sipped my wine, eyes drifting out the window. If that had been the case, then I’d twisted reality for years. Believed it and based a life off it. I pressed my hand to my forehead and sighed. “I’m such a disaster, Jordan. A complete mess. I honestly don’t know why you bother.”
“Because when you let your guard down and let people see you, you’re still the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. You only have to start believing it.”
I dropped my hand as pleasure whipped through my veins. He was always bold and confident. I wasn’t used to this new bluntness. “It’ll take a while.”
“I’m a patient guy. And I’m hoping that at the least, you’ll start to believe how I see you, and the rest will come. You just have to trust me this time. Can you do that?”
Could I trust him? God, I’d trust him with my life. It was a ridiculous question. None of the decisions I made were because I didn’t trust him. It was simple self-preservation.
“I can do that,” I finally said.
“Good.”
“Good.” He grinned.
I blushed.
We were ridiculous.
“So what happens now?” I asked. He gestured to my almost empty wineglass.
“Would you like another?”
“No. It’ll probably put me to sleep.”
He took his to the sink and dumped it. I drank the last two sips while he rinsed out the glass, cleaned up the small mess we’d made and resettled the wine in the fridge.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said once he turned and headed in my direction.
“Now,” he said, and he shot me that smoldering look of his. Furrowed brows, head dipped, heat in his eyes I remembered oh so well, and continued, “We’re going to make out on your grandma’s couch like we used to. We kiss until we can’t breathe. Maybe, if I’m lucky, you let me feel you up a bit, and then I go home with a hard-on like I used to, and tomorrow, we try to do better than we did tonight.”
His hands hit my hips. His head dipped. A furious heat swam on my cheeks and spread, warming other parts of me with precision like my libido was directly connected to his voice.
And as his lips brushed my cheek, went to my neck, his hands slid up to my waist and I fell into him, the feel of him, his touch, and the way he moved so slowly and seductively, there was really only one word I could give him.
“Okay.”
About the Author
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When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
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