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Hard to Love Excerpt
I wanted to share a little piece of Hard to Love! Enjoy!
“You’ll do,” I finally murmur, assuming the words will challenge him to prove he can do better. That he’ll drop this game and show me just how much better he can do. And simply because my thoughts fell out of my mouth because I’m too flustered by his kiss to stop them.
“I’ll do?” He laughs.
“Yep. You passed.” I lean back in my seat, adjusting my one leg crossed over my other and subsequently rubbing it ever so slightly along the inseam of his pants.
His body stills, and I can assume his own instincts understand clearly that this is in fact a game I’m playing. Not one with Vivi and Jordan, but one between him and me. Who will cave first? Who will admit they want the other enough to make the first move out of this crowded casino?
“I wasn’t aware I was taking a test.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Everything is a test, is it not? Besides, if a man can kiss like that, then there’s a supposition he has other skills that are just as impressive too.”
I make the comment to get a reaction from him but he just sits there swirling his glass and watching the whiskey eddy around its insides. He purses his lips for a beat before his eyes lift to mine. “Do you really want this?”
His words have me faltering. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t be offended. You’re talking with such confidence but there’s a waver just beneath it—a flash of uncertainty—that tells me you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with what you’re trying to pull here.”
I despise that he sees through me this easily. That he sees the doubt and uncertainty that hums just beneath the desire. That he realizes as much as I’m trying to be this person, she’s not me, but rather I’m just trying on her shoes for the night. Just trying to step outside of the person I’m caged into being and live more than I’ve been allowed to.
And hell, if a well-deserved orgasm comes with the new shoes I’m trying on, then who am I to say no?
Everybody deserves to live a little outside of their comfort zone, so why is he challenging me while I’m trying to break outside of mine?
“It shouldn’t be this hard to get laid,” I mutter.
“Ah, but it should if it’s worth it.” He stands and throws some cash on the bar, as I stare at him with confused shock when he begins to walk away.
“Wait. What?” I sputter as his chuckle trails back to me before he turns.
“Are you coming?”
There’s a lift of his eyebrow that taunts and says those three words were chosen carefully.
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“You’ll do,” I finally murmur, assuming the words will challenge him to prove he can do better. That he’ll drop this game and show me just how much better he can do. And simply because my thoughts fell out of my mouth because I’m too flustered by his kiss to stop them.
“I’ll do?” He laughs.
“Yep. You passed.” I lean back in my seat, adjusting my one leg crossed over my other and subsequently rubbing it ever so slightly along the inseam of his pants.
His body stills, and I can assume his own instincts understand clearly that this is in fact a game I’m playing. Not one with Vivi and Jordan, but one between him and me. Who will cave first? Who will admit they want the other enough to make the first move out of this crowded casino?
“I wasn’t aware I was taking a test.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Everything is a test, is it not? Besides, if a man can kiss like that, then there’s a supposition he has other skills that are just as impressive too.”
I make the comment to get a reaction from him but he just sits there swirling his glass and watching the whiskey eddy around its insides. He purses his lips for a beat before his eyes lift to mine. “Do you really want this?”
His words have me faltering. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t be offended. You’re talking with such confidence but there’s a waver just beneath it—a flash of uncertainty—that tells me you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with what you’re trying to pull here.”
I despise that he sees through me this easily. That he sees the doubt and uncertainty that hums just beneath the desire. That he realizes as much as I’m trying to be this person, she’s not me, but rather I’m just trying on her shoes for the night. Just trying to step outside of the person I’m caged into being and live more than I’ve been allowed to.
And hell, if a well-deserved orgasm comes with the new shoes I’m trying on, then who am I to say no?
Everybody deserves to live a little outside of their comfort zone, so why is he challenging me while I’m trying to break outside of mine?
“It shouldn’t be this hard to get laid,” I mutter.
“Ah, but it should if it’s worth it.” He stands and throws some cash on the bar, as I stare at him with confused shock when he begins to walk away.
“Wait. What?” I sputter as his chuckle trails back to me before he turns.
“Are you coming?”
There’s a lift of his eyebrow that taunts and says those three words were chosen carefully.
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Last Resort Excerpt
I’m almost to the restroom when someone grabs my arm and pulls me into an open hallway. My yelp is overshadowed by the low bass throbbing through the speakers as I land solidly against a male chest.
“Callahan.” I giggle and try to steady myself, the alcohol swimming in my veins.
“Drunk?” he asks, his lips so close to my mouth I stare at it. Want it. Am desperate for it.
“Happy. What are you doing here?”
“Reminding you of everything you still want but are denying yourself.”
And with that being his only warning, he slants his lips over mine. Brands mine. Brands me. The kiss is laden with hunger and desperation that has my knees nearly buckling. His tongue clashes with mine and makes my head dizzy. I fist his shirt as he cups a hand over my top and squeezes.
My moan is swallowed by the kiss and the music as my body begs for the feel of his against me. On me. In me.
His hand is in my ponytail like that first night, when he fists it and drags his mouth from mine to come up for air.
“And I’m reminding myself why the damn confusion is worth it,” he mutters as our gazes lock.
“Callahan.” I don’t know if I’m warning him off or begging him to stay in that one single utterance of his name.
But one thing is clear—the doubt I felt over the past few days is gone. He still wants me.
“Let me get you out of here,” he says.
“That would be a mistake.”
“Wouldn’t be the first one I’ve made.” He offers an arrogant smile that causes that flip-flop in my stomach again.
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“Callahan.” I giggle and try to steady myself, the alcohol swimming in my veins.
“Drunk?” he asks, his lips so close to my mouth I stare at it. Want it. Am desperate for it.
“Happy. What are you doing here?”
“Reminding you of everything you still want but are denying yourself.”
And with that being his only warning, he slants his lips over mine. Brands mine. Brands me. The kiss is laden with hunger and desperation that has my knees nearly buckling. His tongue clashes with mine and makes my head dizzy. I fist his shirt as he cups a hand over my top and squeezes.
My moan is swallowed by the kiss and the music as my body begs for the feel of his against me. On me. In me.
His hand is in my ponytail like that first night, when he fists it and drags his mouth from mine to come up for air.
“And I’m reminding myself why the damn confusion is worth it,” he mutters as our gazes lock.
“Callahan.” I don’t know if I’m warning him off or begging him to stay in that one single utterance of his name.
But one thing is clear—the doubt I felt over the past few days is gone. He still wants me.
“Let me get you out of here,” he says.
“That would be a mistake.”
“Wouldn’t be the first one I’ve made.” He offers an arrogant smile that causes that flip-flop in my stomach again.
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On One Condition Excerpt
There is a look in her eyes—a look years ago I would have been able to decipher, but that I can’t right now. We’re strangers. Strangers. The thought is fucking killing me when all I want to do is . . .
“Why did you come here tonight, Ledger?” she mutters.
I have a million smart-ass comebacks on my tongue. Every single one will fuel that temper of hers, but for some reason, as I stare at her standing with the moonlight in her hair, I’m reminded of another time, another place, when she looked similar.
And I opt for honesty.
“Because when it comes to you, Asher, I can’t seem to stay away. I want you. Christ, I want you so fucking bad, and seeing that jerk kissing you just about did me—”
Suddenly her fists are in my shirt and her mouth is slanted over mine.
Thank. Fuck.
My hands are on her face, my lips are against hers, my tongue seeks hers, without any thought other than finally.
Her anger is bitter.
Her desire is sweet.
Both riot against my tongue as my head swims with the taste of Asher Wells.
She kisses me with a hunger and fire that match mine. There’s urgency and hesitancy. Desperation and confusion.
There’s just her.
Only. Her.
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“Why did you come here tonight, Ledger?” she mutters.
I have a million smart-ass comebacks on my tongue. Every single one will fuel that temper of hers, but for some reason, as I stare at her standing with the moonlight in her hair, I’m reminded of another time, another place, when she looked similar.
And I opt for honesty.
“Because when it comes to you, Asher, I can’t seem to stay away. I want you. Christ, I want you so fucking bad, and seeing that jerk kissing you just about did me—”
Suddenly her fists are in my shirt and her mouth is slanted over mine.
Thank. Fuck.
My hands are on her face, my lips are against hers, my tongue seeks hers, without any thought other than finally.
Her anger is bitter.
Her desire is sweet.
Both riot against my tongue as my head swims with the taste of Asher Wells.
She kisses me with a hunger and fire that match mine. There’s urgency and hesitancy. Desperation and confusion.
There’s just her.
Only. Her.
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Final Proposal Excerpt
“Would it be easier on you if I said yes, it was a mistake? That we had an itch, we scratched it, and now we're sated? That it was a one-time thing, curiosity satisfied, and now we can go on like it never happened?”
He’s saying all the things I’ve told myself in my head but hearing him say my thoughts aloud sounds ridiculous.
“Sure. Yes.” I croak the words out.
His smirk says he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying. Neither do I. “Great. Then that’s how we’ll play this. It was a mistake. An immoral, egregious, satisfying mistake.” He leans forward and for the briefest of moments, I hold my breath, anticipating one of his mind-numbing kisses. I tell myself I don’t want it, but damn if I’m not disappointed when his lips find my ear, his warm breath tickling the skin there.
“Ford—”
“The best part about mistakes is sometimes you have to make them a couple times to know if they’re good ones or bad ones. I’m not picky, Elle. I’ll take either one when it comes to you.” He leans back and nods. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find a place to sleep for the night.” I slowly exhale as he steps away, eyes still locked on mine. “Good night, Ellery.”
He’s saying all the things I’ve told myself in my head but hearing him say my thoughts aloud sounds ridiculous.
“Sure. Yes.” I croak the words out.
His smirk says he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying. Neither do I. “Great. Then that’s how we’ll play this. It was a mistake. An immoral, egregious, satisfying mistake.” He leans forward and for the briefest of moments, I hold my breath, anticipating one of his mind-numbing kisses. I tell myself I don’t want it, but damn if I’m not disappointed when his lips find my ear, his warm breath tickling the skin there.
“Ford—”
“The best part about mistakes is sometimes you have to make them a couple times to know if they’re good ones or bad ones. I’m not picky, Elle. I’ll take either one when it comes to you.” He leans back and nods. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find a place to sleep for the night.” I slowly exhale as he steps away, eyes still locked on mine. “Good night, Ellery.”
Until You Excerpt
“You’re mine, Madden,” she says playfully as she snakes one leg in front of mine.
My chuckle turns into a sucked-in breath as her body slides in front of mine with her back to my front.
Warmth.
That’s my current focus as the warmth of her body heats up my own skin. At least that’s what I try to stay focused on because it’s pretty fucking hard to have our bodies lined up, pressing against each other’s like this, and to not have a clear physical reaction.
That’s to say I’m trying to make sure my dick doesn’t go hard at the feel of her nestled right up against my cock, in an innocent game with my girls standing there watching.
I’m going to hell.
That’s where my mind thinks I should be going with the thoughts I can’t stop from running through my head.
“You’re going down,” Tenny playfully says over her shoulder. She has no idea how much I wish she were right. Me going down. On her.
I shake my head to rid the thought but only serve to lose my balance with the action and fall farther into her.
“Not on your life,” I grit out.
“Do you want us to spin for you, Dad?” Addy asks, bringing me back to my own twisted, comedic reality.
“Sure. How about a green?” I ask for my own sanity’s sake as that would move me away from Tenny.
I hear the flick of Addy’s finger on the spinner. The sound of the plastic scraping against the cardboard holder. And then the laughter as the two girls see what my fate is.
“Red,” they both say in unison as I groan.
“How in the hell am I supposed to—”
“Language,” Paige says sarcastically. I glare at her.
“Funny,” I mutter.
“What’s going to be funnier is seeing how you’ll wrap yourself around me and put some part of you on that red dot,” Tenny says, pointing to the one in front of her.
More body-to-body contact with her. That’s just what I need when I’m already struggling to stop my mind from wishing the girls were at a friend’s house and I could act on the thoughts I’m having.
“You’re about to see the master at work here,” I say and wiggle my fingers as if I know exactly what I’m doing.
But I don’t.
Not in the least. I attempt to replace my one hand where my foot was, which gives me a face full of Tennyson’s very nice ass. And as awkward and distracting as that is, when I try to wrap my arm around her to reach the only red dot to claim, I end up with the side of my face pressed very squarely against the side of her chest.
We’re talking nose to nipple.
This is a cruel, cruel . . . incredible game.
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My chuckle turns into a sucked-in breath as her body slides in front of mine with her back to my front.
Warmth.
That’s my current focus as the warmth of her body heats up my own skin. At least that’s what I try to stay focused on because it’s pretty fucking hard to have our bodies lined up, pressing against each other’s like this, and to not have a clear physical reaction.
That’s to say I’m trying to make sure my dick doesn’t go hard at the feel of her nestled right up against my cock, in an innocent game with my girls standing there watching.
I’m going to hell.
That’s where my mind thinks I should be going with the thoughts I can’t stop from running through my head.
“You’re going down,” Tenny playfully says over her shoulder. She has no idea how much I wish she were right. Me going down. On her.
I shake my head to rid the thought but only serve to lose my balance with the action and fall farther into her.
“Not on your life,” I grit out.
“Do you want us to spin for you, Dad?” Addy asks, bringing me back to my own twisted, comedic reality.
“Sure. How about a green?” I ask for my own sanity’s sake as that would move me away from Tenny.
I hear the flick of Addy’s finger on the spinner. The sound of the plastic scraping against the cardboard holder. And then the laughter as the two girls see what my fate is.
“Red,” they both say in unison as I groan.
“How in the hell am I supposed to—”
“Language,” Paige says sarcastically. I glare at her.
“Funny,” I mutter.
“What’s going to be funnier is seeing how you’ll wrap yourself around me and put some part of you on that red dot,” Tenny says, pointing to the one in front of her.
More body-to-body contact with her. That’s just what I need when I’m already struggling to stop my mind from wishing the girls were at a friend’s house and I could act on the thoughts I’m having.
“You’re about to see the master at work here,” I say and wiggle my fingers as if I know exactly what I’m doing.
But I don’t.
Not in the least. I attempt to replace my one hand where my foot was, which gives me a face full of Tennyson’s very nice ass. And as awkward and distracting as that is, when I try to wrap my arm around her to reach the only red dot to claim, I end up with the side of my face pressed very squarely against the side of her chest.
We’re talking nose to nipple.
This is a cruel, cruel . . . incredible game.
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Sweet Regret Excerpt
“That’s not fair.” My words are all but a whisper as my ego takes a hit, and we stand there staring at each other. I refuse to let him be the reason everything changes in my life. Again.
“Bristol?” Vince finally says.
“Hmm?”
“You need to push a floor, sweetheart, or we’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh. I didn’t—”
But I’m silenced as he leans past me and pushes the button for the tenth floor. It just so happens that to do so, his entire body presses against mine.
And this elevator, the one that’s used for cargo and is larger than normal, suddenly feels so damn tiny with Vince occupying what feels like every inch of space and breath of air in it.
When he pulls his arm back, he doesn’t move his body. All six foot plus of him remains firmly against mine. His cologne is subtle. His breath smells like mint. And when I dare to meet his eyes and the intensity in them, it’s my own breath that sucks in.
Seconds feel like minutes.
Minutes that need to end but that history has me holding on to.
“Do you remember how good we were?” he murmurs. His breath feathers against my lips as he runs the back of his hand down my cheek.
Chills chase over my skin as my head and my body battle for control of the narrative. One that knows this can’t happen. The other that craves for it to happen.
“Vince.” It’s barely a whisper as his hand slides down my neck to the curve of my shoulder so his thumb is resting on my jawline.
“I know. It’s crazy it’s still here after all this time.”
“We can’t—”
He runs his thumb over my lips to stop me from talking. His thumb . . . when all I want it to be is his lips.
He rests his forehead against mine, his mouth a whisper away, and we just stand like this for a beat.
My pulse thunders.
My chest constricts.
But my head knows so much better than to start this.
And when the elevator dings, I’m not sure if the sigh I emit is in relief or defeat.
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭!
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“Bristol?” Vince finally says.
“Hmm?”
“You need to push a floor, sweetheart, or we’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh. I didn’t—”
But I’m silenced as he leans past me and pushes the button for the tenth floor. It just so happens that to do so, his entire body presses against mine.
And this elevator, the one that’s used for cargo and is larger than normal, suddenly feels so damn tiny with Vince occupying what feels like every inch of space and breath of air in it.
When he pulls his arm back, he doesn’t move his body. All six foot plus of him remains firmly against mine. His cologne is subtle. His breath smells like mint. And when I dare to meet his eyes and the intensity in them, it’s my own breath that sucks in.
Seconds feel like minutes.
Minutes that need to end but that history has me holding on to.
“Do you remember how good we were?” he murmurs. His breath feathers against my lips as he runs the back of his hand down my cheek.
Chills chase over my skin as my head and my body battle for control of the narrative. One that knows this can’t happen. The other that craves for it to happen.
“Vince.” It’s barely a whisper as his hand slides down my neck to the curve of my shoulder so his thumb is resting on my jawline.
“I know. It’s crazy it’s still here after all this time.”
“We can’t—”
He runs his thumb over my lips to stop me from talking. His thumb . . . when all I want it to be is his lips.
He rests his forehead against mine, his mouth a whisper away, and we just stand like this for a beat.
My pulse thunders.
My chest constricts.
But my head knows so much better than to start this.
And when the elevator dings, I’m not sure if the sigh I emit is in relief or defeat.
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭!
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Off the Grid Excerpt
“Spencer.”
“Ooooh, I’m in trouble now. She’s using my first name,” he says to no one in particular. And now I’m faced with the bare torso of a man I’ve seen online and enjoyed in my dreams.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You have to use my first and last name. That is if you’re mad at me. If not, Riggs will do just fine.” He grins, swaying from the alcohol in his system, and holds his hands out—which of course sets off a chain reaction of muscles moving and tightening in his chest. “So where do you want me?”
In me.
On me.
Making that dream of mine become a cold, hard reality.
I cough to hide the shock of my own immediate thoughts.
“What do you mean, where do I want you?”
He flashes a grin that could create world peace. “I’m sleeping here.”
And right as he says it, as if on cue, a cheer goes up in his flat next door.
“You can’t. You have a house full of people.”
“And?”
“And you just can’t leave them.”
He glances over his shoulder to my closed front door and shrugs. “Yeah, I can. Easy.” He dusts his hands as if to reinforce what he says. “Besides, my mates throw parties there all the time when I’m gone. They’re potty trained and they know how to lock up when they’re done.” His laugh borders on a giggle.
All I can do is shake my head. “But . . .”
“Sounds to me like they’re getting along just fine over there. Doesn’t seem like I’m needed. Besides, last party like this, I went to bed and a woman was there. In my bed,” he exclaims, eyes wide like a five-year-old seeing Santa on Christmas morning.
“You poor baby. I’m sure you wanted nothing to do with her.”
His chuckle is pure suggestion. “I mean . . . if you bring a horse to water.”
I snort. “So that’s why you’re here? To avoid women in your bed?” I put a hand on my hip and give him the look all while hating the thought of anyone in bed with him.
Guess the jealousy thing goes both ways, now, doesn’t it?
“Nope.” He mimics my posture and straightens his shoulders as if he’s mocking me. “I’m here because one”—he holds a finger up—"I’m not interested and two”—another exaggerated motion of two fingers out—“you didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want you to be alone . . . so?” He shrugs like what he just said is nothing. He just rocked the world beneath my feet.
“I don’t—I don’t understand.” I stand there blinking as if that’s going to help me comprehend that this arrogant, self-absorbed man left his own party because he was worried about me.
And just about when my heart melts and I’m turned into a pile of goo, he yanks his shorts down—his underwear with them—and gives me an eyeful of a perfectly well-endowed man.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” He grins. “Haven’t you ever seen a dick before?”
“No. I mean yes. I mean . . .” Not one that looks like that. Good lord. Good freaking lord. Definitely better than the dream. “Pull your pants up.” I startle. Maybe I take a second to do that because I’m busy staring, but I do startle. It’s more because I realize what I’m doing and not what he did. I hold my hands up to block any view of his pelvic region.
The one with a very defined V of muscles, sculpted thighs, and happy trail that leads down to his cock.
His laugh rings out, his grin wide. “It’s good, huh?”
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“Ooooh, I’m in trouble now. She’s using my first name,” he says to no one in particular. And now I’m faced with the bare torso of a man I’ve seen online and enjoyed in my dreams.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You have to use my first and last name. That is if you’re mad at me. If not, Riggs will do just fine.” He grins, swaying from the alcohol in his system, and holds his hands out—which of course sets off a chain reaction of muscles moving and tightening in his chest. “So where do you want me?”
In me.
On me.
Making that dream of mine become a cold, hard reality.
I cough to hide the shock of my own immediate thoughts.
“What do you mean, where do I want you?”
He flashes a grin that could create world peace. “I’m sleeping here.”
And right as he says it, as if on cue, a cheer goes up in his flat next door.
“You can’t. You have a house full of people.”
“And?”
“And you just can’t leave them.”
He glances over his shoulder to my closed front door and shrugs. “Yeah, I can. Easy.” He dusts his hands as if to reinforce what he says. “Besides, my mates throw parties there all the time when I’m gone. They’re potty trained and they know how to lock up when they’re done.” His laugh borders on a giggle.
All I can do is shake my head. “But . . .”
“Sounds to me like they’re getting along just fine over there. Doesn’t seem like I’m needed. Besides, last party like this, I went to bed and a woman was there. In my bed,” he exclaims, eyes wide like a five-year-old seeing Santa on Christmas morning.
“You poor baby. I’m sure you wanted nothing to do with her.”
His chuckle is pure suggestion. “I mean . . . if you bring a horse to water.”
I snort. “So that’s why you’re here? To avoid women in your bed?” I put a hand on my hip and give him the look all while hating the thought of anyone in bed with him.
Guess the jealousy thing goes both ways, now, doesn’t it?
“Nope.” He mimics my posture and straightens his shoulders as if he’s mocking me. “I’m here because one”—he holds a finger up—"I’m not interested and two”—another exaggerated motion of two fingers out—“you didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want you to be alone . . . so?” He shrugs like what he just said is nothing. He just rocked the world beneath my feet.
“I don’t—I don’t understand.” I stand there blinking as if that’s going to help me comprehend that this arrogant, self-absorbed man left his own party because he was worried about me.
And just about when my heart melts and I’m turned into a pile of goo, he yanks his shorts down—his underwear with them—and gives me an eyeful of a perfectly well-endowed man.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” He grins. “Haven’t you ever seen a dick before?”
“No. I mean yes. I mean . . .” Not one that looks like that. Good lord. Good freaking lord. Definitely better than the dream. “Pull your pants up.” I startle. Maybe I take a second to do that because I’m busy staring, but I do startle. It’s more because I realize what I’m doing and not what he did. I hold my hands up to block any view of his pelvic region.
The one with a very defined V of muscles, sculpted thighs, and happy trail that leads down to his cock.
His laugh rings out, his grin wide. “It’s good, huh?”
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On the Edge Excerpt
“Who’s your new friend? The one who helped you pick out your bikini and is having you on their yacht?”
“I think he’s a friend of yours actually. Said he knew you wouldn’t mind him stealing me away for the evening.”
“Name?” he demands as a smirk he can’t see plays on my lips.
“Another driver. The name is irrelevant. Or do I call you guys racers—”
But before I can even get the rest of my taunting comment out, Cruz has his hand on my bicep and yanks me solidly against his chest. His lips are on mine in a flash.
The kiss is a torrent of hunger. Of desire. Of fulfilling wants that have been building minute by minute, hour by hour, day by fucking day.
It’s perfection.
Our tongues meet and lick against one another’s as my body screams for his touch. For any kind of connection with him because this is what I’ve been wanting. What I’ve been craving.
His hips pin me to the counter as his lips unleash sensation after sensation, taunting me with his taste and tempting me with his skill.
His hand fists in my hair and I mewl in protest when he pulls on it to break the kiss. His eyes own mine as he looks at me. His breath panting against my lips, his cock pressing against my lower belly.
“Cruz—”
“That. That is all I’ve wanted to do every second of every day since I was last inside you.” He kisses me senselessly again until my body is melting against his. “For the record? I lied. I remember every goddamn minute of that night. It’s been torture wanting you. So you can say it was a mistake. You can claim you don’t want me again, but fuck that, Madds.” He gives another delectable kiss. “Because you do and I’m not believing your bullshit this time around. There will be no yachts. No dates with friends. Because I’m here and this time I’m taking what I want.”
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“I think he’s a friend of yours actually. Said he knew you wouldn’t mind him stealing me away for the evening.”
“Name?” he demands as a smirk he can’t see plays on my lips.
“Another driver. The name is irrelevant. Or do I call you guys racers—”
But before I can even get the rest of my taunting comment out, Cruz has his hand on my bicep and yanks me solidly against his chest. His lips are on mine in a flash.
The kiss is a torrent of hunger. Of desire. Of fulfilling wants that have been building minute by minute, hour by hour, day by fucking day.
It’s perfection.
Our tongues meet and lick against one another’s as my body screams for his touch. For any kind of connection with him because this is what I’ve been wanting. What I’ve been craving.
His hips pin me to the counter as his lips unleash sensation after sensation, taunting me with his taste and tempting me with his skill.
His hand fists in my hair and I mewl in protest when he pulls on it to break the kiss. His eyes own mine as he looks at me. His breath panting against my lips, his cock pressing against my lower belly.
“Cruz—”
“That. That is all I’ve wanted to do every second of every day since I was last inside you.” He kisses me senselessly again until my body is melting against his. “For the record? I lied. I remember every goddamn minute of that night. It’s been torture wanting you. So you can say it was a mistake. You can claim you don’t want me again, but fuck that, Madds.” He gives another delectable kiss. “Because you do and I’m not believing your bullshit this time around. There will be no yachts. No dates with friends. Because I’m here and this time I’m taking what I want.”
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I’m halfway to it when I’m pushed in a stateroom. I bite back my yelp as Lachlan
puts his hand over my mouth to quiet me. But the minute he shuts the door at his
back, I jerk my head back and forth to rid his hand.
“Don’t touch me,” I grit out.
His flash of a grin does nothing to abate my festering anger. “Now that, I can’t
do.”
His lips find mine. It’s a kiss full of need and greed and fucking hunger and
peppermint. One I want to fall so deep into I can’t see my way out. One I’ve
craved and relived over the past fourteen days but fuck if my fury doesn’t override
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I’m halfway to it when I’m pushed in a stateroom. I bite back my yelp as Lachlan
puts his hand over my mouth to quiet me. But the minute he shuts the door at his
back, I jerk my head back and forth to rid his hand.
“Don’t touch me,” I grit out.
His flash of a grin does nothing to abate my festering anger. “Now that, I can’t
do.”
His lips find mine. It’s a kiss full of need and greed and fucking hunger and
peppermint. One I want to fall so deep into I can’t see my way out. One I’ve
craved and relived over the past fourteen days but fuck if my fury doesn’t override
my desire.
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Twisted Knight Excerpt
I meet the eyes of those who I know want to meet mine, waiting for a flicker of recognition on their faces or a pause of hesitancy.
Neither comes.
Why would they remember someone like me?
Their lax lips morph into warm smiles.
Women’s cleavages are adjusted. Men’s chests are puffed out. The need to suddenly cozy
up to the wealthy outsider paramount.
As I expected.
It’s amazing what money can do. How it changes perceptions.
How it can open doors. How it can ruin your life.
I return the smiles now given openly with nods as I make my way through the crowd that parts for me.
That revenge I’ve been waiting years to exact?
That starts now.
And the man they’re all suddenly wanting to know?
They forget that they already do.
Neither comes.
Why would they remember someone like me?
Their lax lips morph into warm smiles.
Women’s cleavages are adjusted. Men’s chests are puffed out. The need to suddenly cozy
up to the wealthy outsider paramount.
As I expected.
It’s amazing what money can do. How it changes perceptions.
How it can open doors. How it can ruin your life.
I return the smiles now given openly with nods as I make my way through the crowd that parts for me.
That revenge I’ve been waiting years to exact?
That starts now.
And the man they’re all suddenly wanting to know?
They forget that they already do.
