New Release: IN DEEPER by Christy Gissendaner

[Christy]

It's release day and I'm so excited to have the Randolphs' story continue. Micah and Celeste's love-hate relationship explodes in book 2 of the Tybee Island Shifter series.

Excerpt:

She beckoned him forward. “Come here.”

For a moment, it seemed he wouldn’t enter. His struggle was plainly evident from the white-knuckled grasp he had on the door frame and the tension in his shoulders.

Perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe the man himself, but Celeste’s tension disappeared, replaced by desire so potent it threatened to consume her. She’d never stood in a bedroom with him before the night of Drake’s wedding. There’d never been a reason for them to be alone together. But now he was all that stood between her and the loss of her entire world.

She kicked off her heels and went to him. “Please, Micah. Just trust me.”

She reached for him and he flinched. The rejection stung. What else had she expected? Her entire life she’d had to pretend he meant nothing to her.

“Celeste.” Her name was a warning upon his lips. Need was stamped on his hard features, the angles of his jaw more pronounced. “What is going on?”

“I’m trying to show you.” She succeeded in touching his arm. She wrapped her fingers around the steely hardness of his bicep and tugged. “Everything is saved on my hard drive.”

He allowed her to tow him forward. The heat of him soothed as much as it aroused. She ached to lean into him, to press her face into his chest and savor the spicy, male scent of him. It was a scent she’d never forget, a mixture of pine and outdoors, sunshine, and water.

She turned the laptop screen so he could see it and brought up a file she’d hidden in her personal folder. “Here. Read them for yourself.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the computer onto his lap. She retreated to the armchair on the opposite side of the room and nibbled on her thumbnail as he silently read.

She could recite the ten messages verbatim. The first one had been a mild threat, merely warning her away from doing an article on some of the best gardens in southern Georgia. She’d run the online article anyway, ignoring the subsequent warnings she received. By the sixth e-mail, the tenor had changed, growing increasingly frantic and threatening.

Micah looked up and caught her gaze. From the way his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, he wasn’t immune to the menace inherent in the e-mails. “How long has this been going on?”