EXCERPT REVEAL: The Twisted Roads Home
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SNEAK PEEK
She glanced out of the corner of her eye as Branson’s hands ran over his chest, the soap and water adding to an image that she was never going to forget.
That man and his body were going to be the death of her.
But she would love every minute of it.
Her phone buzzed, and she looked down to see another text from Tracey.
“We're going to be late,” she called loud enough that he could hear her over the water
“It’s your fault,” he said, tilting his head back and rinsing his hair out.
“Excuse me! Why is it my fault? If I remember right, you're the one that started it.” She tried to fight her smile.
“Well, if you hadn’t been looking so fucking delicious, I wouldn't have had to f—k you on the porch.”
Her cheeks went red.
“F—k,” he muttered, turning off the water and opening the curtain.
She turned to him, resting her hip against the counter to watch him, his chest glistening with soapy water, and he smirked at her like he knew exactly what he did to her.
She grabbed a towel and walked up to him, letting her hips sway. His heated eyes watched as she leaned into him and licked his wet chest.
The moan that came from him was almost as good as the lick itself.
Then she tossed the towel in his face
“Get ready. You know Tracey’s hell on wheels when people are late.”
“You're going to pay for that later,” he said with a smirk, a light in his eyes. She winked at him, enjoying his chuckle, knowing that she wouldn’t mind paying that due.
Not one bit.
“Bring it on, honey,” she said, laughing, as she walked out of the bathroom.
Check out an excerpt from The Twisted Roads Home, Mountain Roads Series #1 releasing April 22nd!
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SNEAK PEEK
She glanced out of the corner of her eye as Branson’s hands ran over his chest, the soap and water adding to an image that she was never going to forget.
That man and his body were going to be the death of her.
But she would love every minute of it.
Her phone buzzed, and she looked down to see another text from Tracey.
“We're going to be late,” she called loud enough that he could hear her over the water
“It’s your fault,” he said, tilting his head back and rinsing his hair out.
“Excuse me! Why is it my fault? If I remember right, you're the one that started it.” She tried to fight her smile.
“Well, if you hadn’t been looking so fucking delicious, I wouldn't have had to f—k you on the porch.”
Her cheeks went red.
“F—k,” he muttered, turning off the water and opening the curtain.
She turned to him, resting her hip against the counter to watch him, his chest glistening with soapy water, and he smirked at her like he knew exactly what he did to her.
She grabbed a towel and walked up to him, letting her hips sway. His heated eyes watched as she leaned into him and licked his wet chest.
The moan that came from him was almost as good as the lick itself.
Then she tossed the towel in his face
“Get ready. You know Tracey’s hell on wheels when people are late.”
“You're going to pay for that later,” he said with a smirk, a light in his eyes. She winked at him, enjoying his chuckle, knowing that she wouldn’t mind paying that due.
Not one bit.
“Bring it on, honey,” she said, laughing, as she walked out of the bathroom.
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