Sunday, March 9, 2014

Cover Reveal!!!! Born Wrong-- C.M. Stunich

Can I even begin to tell you how excited I am to see this book's cover??? Because you know what that means? Yeah, all too soon we are gonna have it in our little hands!!! And I for one, cannot freaking wait!! I adore this entire series- and am so excited to read Dax's story.

Synopsis:

Dax McCann is as cold as ice.
I'm intrigued by him.
But I can't get close to him either.
His music strokes my soul, butchers my broken heart.
I wish he'd see me, but he only sees her.  It's been so long since 
I've had to care that I'm not sure I can do it anymore.  Now, tell me, 
why is there a gun to my head?

& & &

Sydney Charell is ... interesting.
I want to touch her, kiss her, posses her.
But I don't understand her.
She dances on poles and can't carry a tune to save her life.
I feel like an outsider on the in, but I have too many secrets to 
hide.  Naomi Knox has my heart, but I think I might need it back.  I 
want a chance to use it before it breaks.  Or splatters.  Blood will 
be spilled; I just hope it isn't mine.

 
 
Now, how beautiful is that cover???? There is one thing that absolutely sets C.M.'s covers apart from any other that I have seen-- the fact that they are so vibrant and colorful. It's like living art-- I have never seen covers so gorgeous!! And yes, I am a bit biased as I do love the tattoos, but regardless- they are divine.
 
So, if you haven't started the series yet-- get a move on!! Here is the series order:
 
Real Ugly (Book 1)
Get Bent (Book 2)
Tough Luck (Book 3)
Bad Day (Book 4)
Born Wrong (Book 5)- soon to be released
 
All others are already out and available!!!! 
 
 
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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Cover Reveal!!! Throttle Me-- Chelle Bliss

Throttle Me by Chelle Bliss Cover Reveal

Release Date: March 31, 2014 Series: Book 1 in the Men of Inked Series

 
Synopsis: Suzy’s a control freak and has her life mapped out - work hard, find a man with a stable job, and live happily ever after. She’s content with the status quo, but her plan comes to a screeching
halt when he enters her life and turns it upside down.
 
City gave up on love when his heart was crushed in college, preferring to be the typical bachelor. He spends his nights hopping from one bed to another and his days working at his family tattoo shop, Inked. A chance encounter on a dark road makes him question what he had sworn off forever – a relationship. A night of passion and lust causes them to question everything. Is City the knight in shining armor to the damsel in distress? Can their relationship survive when a fantasy falls apart and a secret comes out that changes everything?

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Hard As You Can--- Laura Kaye



Cannot tell you how excited I was to be able to get my hands on this book!! This is the second in the fantastic Hard Ink series by Laura. The first, Hard As It Gets, was a fabulous 5 star read for me, and this one follows right along.

This is Shane and Crystal's story. We of course, met Shane in HAIG as he is Nick's best friend and long lost battle companion that stepped in and stepped up in order to help Nick save Becca and her brother Charlie. Crystal, we only briefly met, as she was working in the nightclub where Charlie's rescue occurred. Never did we realize that a chance meeting by these two would set off such a wonderful story and chain of events.

Shane..... what can you say?? The man is sexy and Southern. What more is there to love? And the fact that he so quickly imbeds himself in Crystal's business, when he really doesn't even know her at all-- total swoonworthy. And a true sign of a man. I fell even harder for him when I saw the way he was with Jenna (Crystal's epileptic sister). It melted my heart to see how caring and gentle he was in the face of such a scary episode, and how he didn't hesitate to step in and take control of the situation- all the while taking care of Jenna. Both of those girls hit the jackpot when they found Shane- he really was their knight in shining armor.

And Crystal, god how my heart hurt for her. The things that she had already been through and continued to go through on a daily basis- just so that she could keep her sister safe and healthy. Not alot of people can face all of that and not break. But Crystal does- time and time again. The hardest of those being with Bruno-- and let me tell you, he is someone that should hope he never met me in a dark alley. The things he does- they sickened me. I found myself wanting to rip out the pages of my book that he was in-- just so that I wouldn't have to see his name. That's how much I hated him.

That's how easily Laura was able to evoke that kind of emotion from her words. That is why I have loved both of these books, and why I will be glad to read and review the ones to come. And yes, I can imagine there are several more to come- the Hard Ink story is far from finished. These guys have more love and life to share with us, and I for one cannot wait to see it all unfold.

I just wonder who is next up to spill onto Laura's pages??

5 stars!!!!!!!!!!


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Monday, February 3, 2014

Kaleidoscope-- Kristen Ashley


Sexy, gifted, and loyal, PI Jacob Decker is a tall, cool drink of perfection who had Emmanuelle Holmes at "hello." His relationship with Emme's best friend kept them apart for years, but things have changed. Now that a case has brought him to Gnaw Bone, Colorado, the road is wide open for Emme and Deck to explore something hotter and deeper than Emme dreamed possible. So why is she sabotaging the best thing that's ever happened to her? 

It isn't easy to catch Deck off guard, but Emme does just that when she walks back into his life after nine long years. The curvy brunette had her charms back in the day, but now she's a bona fide knockout . . . and she wants to rekindle their friendship. Deck, however, wants more. Emme's always been the one; she excites Deck's body and mind like no other woman can. But a dark chapter from Emme's past overshadows their future together. Now only Deck can help her turn the page-if she'll let him . . .



Excerpt:

I dropped my leg so I was sitting cross-legged in the couch and leaned into him. “Honey, you remember everything so I don’t have to remind you I haven’t seen you in nine years. I dig it that we reconnected and I love having you back.” I again threw an arm out, this time toward him and back to me. “This is great. You and me spending time together, shooting the breeze. I missed that. And I get it that friends make gestures, but this is too much.”

His eyes warmed during this speech and he took his arms from the couch, bent his legs, leaned into them, and me, and put his elbows to his knees, never releasing my eyes.

“Baby, I want you warm and liquid. The first bein’ physically, the second bein’ financially. You stop payin’ so much for heat, you’ll have more money for the rest of the shit you gotta do.”

This made sense.

But he’d again called me “baby.”

And I needed to address that.

So I asked, “What is that?”

His head cocked and his eyebrows drew together. “What’s what?”

I drew in breath and on the exhale, stated, “You calling me baby.” Then I went on quickly, “Not that I don’t like it. It’s sweet. It’s just not…” I hesitated, “us.”

Something happened to his eyes, his face, his whole big body and that something made me brace at the same time it made my heartbeat escalate.

“You know what it is,” he said softly.

I didn’t.

“I don’t,” I shared.

His eyes stayed locked to mine and I knew him relatively well, or I used to. But even if we hadn’t been separated for years, I still would not have been forewarned to the fact he was about to blow my mind.

“Before, we had Elsbeth between us. My head was fucked about that, about her, and it took almost a decade to get it unfuckedLookin’ back, havin’ you back, I now know and I reckon you know, that’s the way it was. She was between us. She knew it too. And she didn’t like it. But it didn’t matter. My head was fucked so I couldn’t see clear of her and not doin’ that, I didn’t see you.”

I knew my lips had parted. I also knew my eyes got big. And last, I had no clue what to say.

So I said nothing.

“Now she isn’t between us,” he finished.

It was then I knew what the “baby” business was.

I just had no idea how to react to it because I never considered it. He was beautiful. He was kind. He was smart. He was funny and interesting and affectionate.

But he was my best friend’s boyfriend.

That didn’t mean my mind didn’t go there in vague ways, not stupid enough to wish for something I could never have, just silently covetous of what Elsbeth had. And, because of all that he was and that Elsbeth had it, in the end, infuriated she threw it away. Angry enough to end an important friendship because of it.

Sitting there, all that was Jacob, and all that being spectacular sitting across from me, holding my eyes, I finally understood that the reason I was angry at my friend was because, in throwing Jacob away, she took him away from me.

And now I had him back, but also, he was saying I’d always had him a different way, we just didn’t go there and he was going to take us there.

Yes. I had no clue what to say but my body had a clue how to feel. Warm and there were a lot more tingles.

“Jacob—” I started on a whisper.

But he interrupted again.

“You saw me, asked me out to dinner that same night, no fuckin’ around. Since then, you’ve called twice for no reason except to connect, and, baby, before you freak that I noticed that and what it said, I’ll tell you, I’m fuckin’ glad you did and I’m also fuckin’ glad about what it said. The boyfriend you were on the fence about, you got off the fence in less than twenty-four hours after seein’ me again and decided to get shot of his ass. And you didn’t waste any time gettin’ me right where I am tonight. That is not friends reconnecting. You know it. So do I.”

“I—”

“Don’t deny it.”

I shut my mouth.

 


For anyone that has ever read one of my reviews of Kristen's books before, you know that she is my tippy top favorite author. Knowing that, I am gonna say again- I freaking love this woman's work!!!! She honestly can do no wrong in my eyes, I swear- she is just a damn dream. I cannot even start to sing her praises enough. I really don't ever feel like I do her justice- that's how great I feel she is. And Kaleidoscope is absolutely no exception!! It is phenomenal!!!

To finally get Deck's story after meeting him in Breathe- holy hell- takes my breath away!! This man....  There are no words. I love Jacob Decker!! Emme is a damn lucky woman. Not only is he drop dead sexy, but totally swoon worthy. The things that he does and says to her- totally makes me melt. And the kaleidoscope...... Talk about making you want to jump a man's bones. So sweet!!! 

Of course it doesn't mean that their story is all sunshine and rainbows the entire time- there is some normal KA drama and suspense thrown in, but as per her usual- KA gives Deck and Emme that HEA they so well deserve. Their story is beautiful, and has spanned several years- which makes the outcome all the more sweet for them both. This book is one that you cannot miss out on- and if you are a true KA fan- you're gonna love it!! And if you are just discovering KA- this is why you will fall in love with her work. She is just like the finest wine- just keeps getting better. Total 5 stars!!!!


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Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.


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Saving Quinton-- Jessica Sorenson


Nova Reed can't forget him-Quinton Carter, the boy with the honey-brown eyes who made her realize she deserved more than an empty life. His pain was so similar to her own. But Nova has been coming to terms with her past and healing, while Quinton is out there somewhere, sinking deeper. She's determined to find him and help him . . . before it's too late.

 Nova has haunted his dreams for nearly a year-but Quinton never thought a sweet, kind person like her would care enough about a person like him. To Quinton, a dark, dangerous life is exactly what he deserves. And Nova has no place in it. But Nova has followed him to Las Vegas, and now he must do whatever it takes to keep her away, to maintain his self-imposed punishment for the unforgivable things he's done. But there's one flaw in his plan: Nova isn't going anywhere . . .

Excerpt:

I suddenly realize that I’m in my room. Awake. And Nova’s here. With me. My thoughts start racing as I try to recollect what happened. I was planning on those guys beating me to death. Why didn’t that happen? Because it was too easy? Do I deserve not to be let off so easy—do I deserve worse than death? But if that’s true then why’s Nova here?

“What are you doing here?” It’s painful to talk, but I force the words to leave my mouth. “Or am I dreaming?”

She repositions her hand on my cheek, but doesn’t pull away, the startled look in her eyes diminishing. “You’re not dreaming…you were unconscious but…are you okay?” She seems nervous and it reminds me of how innocent and good she is, and how she shouldn’t be here in the crack house that I call home.

“Why are you here?” I ask, my voice feeble as I try to sit up, but my arms aren’t working and I fall right back down on the mattress.

“I came here to see you,” she replies, absent-mindedly touching her lips, and I wonder if I really kissed her or if I was imagining it.

She stares at me with her fingers on her lips and it’s uncomfortable because she’s really looking at me. I’ve been so used to people looking through me, as if I were a ghost, seeing the drugs, the person that I am now, theworthlessness all over me, instead of who I used to be. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be really looked at and for a split second I enjoy it. Then she looks away and I feel like I’m dying, my brain registering the pain in my legs, arms, chest—everywhere. And I’m crashing. Badly. My hands start to shake, my heart rate picking up as soon as I realize this.

“Go put some ice in a plastic bag,” she says, snapping her fingers at someone.

I hear a mutter and then Tristan steps into my view. He glances down at me and the haziness in his eyes lets me know he’s high on something, but I’m glad he’s at least here and it doesn’t look like he’s been beaten up. “Dude, you look like shit,” he tells me with a dopey-ass grin.

“I feel like shit,” I mutter, managing to get my hand up to my face to rub my eyes. “You look like you got away.”

“I did, and you should have run with me, you dumbass…I thought you were for a while until I realized I was alone.” Tristan chuckles under his breath. “Wait until you see yourself in a mirror.”

His amusement seems to piss Nova off and she gets to her feet, tugging the bottoms of her shorts down, fury burning in her eyes. “Go get a fucking bag to put the ice in,” she says, not yelling, but her tone is cold, abrupt, harsh, and she sort of shoves him. This isn’t the Nova I remember at all and she kind of scares me.

She seems to scare Tristan, too, who surrenders with his hands in front of him and backs toward the doorway. “Fine. Jesus, Nova. You don’t have to get crazy about it.”

“You haven’t even begun to see me get crazy,” she snaps, pointing at the door. “Now go get a damn bag.”

After Tristan leaves, she turns to the doorway and says, “What am I going to do?”

I can’t see who she’s talking to and it makes me wonder who the hell is in here. Delilah? I doubt it, since I don’t think she’d be asking Delilah that question.

“I don’t know,” someone replies. I still can’t see who it is, but I can tell the voice belongs to a female and I hate how excited I get over the fact that Nova’s not here with a guy.

Suddenly a girl with black hair and big blue eyes steps in. “He looks…” She assesses me, then looks at Nova. “He looks like he needs to go to a hospital.”

“No hospitals,” I croak. “I don’t have the cash to pay for that.” And I don’t deserve to heal so easily. I should suffer for getting up and running away from my death.

Nova stares down at me with reluctance. “Quinton, I really think you need to go to a hospital.” She kneels back down on the mattress, sweeping her long brown hair to the side as she leans over me. Her fingers gently enfold my wrist and, moving slowly, she bends my arm so I can get a good view of my hand. It’s twice the size it normally is and my skin is purple and blue. Even where her fingers are, the skin is swollen and raw, and it seems like her touch should hurt, but all I can feel is heat—her heat. God, I’ve missed her heat. I’ve spent the last year wrapped up in coldness, feeling the numbness of drugs and sex with random women and now she’s here and I feel like I’m burning up.

“It’s just a bruise,” I say, not looking at my hand, but at her. I want to hold her, hug her, kiss her, touch her, but I also want her to go away. Stay. Leave. Right. Wrong. Lexi. Nova. Guilt.

Guilt.

Guilt.

Guilt.

It was all your fault.

 


Oh god-- how do I even begin to describe how much I love this book?? Well not just this book- but the series!! It is simply beautiful and gut wrenching and frustrating and fantastic-- all at the same time!! I love Nova and Quinton so much- they truly have that it that makes for a tremendous love story. To see the struggles that both have faced and that Quinton continues to face- it breaks my freaking heart! And the fact that not once does Nova ever give up on him (even at the time we all thought she had)- damn I wanna shake the girl's hand. Pure and true love.
I love how real Jessica is in her story telling of all the things that Quinton gets into. She doesn't hold back or sugarcoat it- the boy does some seriously bad shit. And she tells us all about it. That is real. And that is life. Quite frankly- that is literary genius in my opinion. I cannot say enough wonderful things about this book and am counting the days until I can read the next- Nova & Quinton: No Regrets. This is a huge 5 star read and extremely recommended!!!! 

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Jessica Sorensen is a #1 New York Times and USA Todaybestselling author who lives with her husband and three kids in Idaho. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.


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Monday, January 27, 2014

Who I Am-- S.Q. Williams


Some stories aren’t easy to tell.

Some situations aren’t easy to relive.

But I was raised to be strong—to hold my own. Because of it, I was hurt, torn down, beaten and even had my heart snatched right out of my chest.

But I’m ready now. It’s time for me to speak up. You want to know what really goes on inside my head, well I’m right here.

Real. Raw. Intense.

This is all me. Roy Sykes. This is my story, and trust me… its far from pretty.


Yeah, that's right babies...... We finally are getting Roy's story- well, actually kinda Roy and Kelsey's story. Which is AWESOME!!! This could be one of the best yet in the Fire Nine series- it's just that damn good!! I had already started to fall for Roy when we got a small glimpse into his mind in Who We Are, but now, after hearing his whole tale- it makes me love him even harder!! I mean talk about a man in love with his woman-- Roy is totally head over heels for Kelsey. But in order to see how he got that way, we have to see what all he had to overcome in order to do that.
Roy was right when he said his story was anything but pretty- it is ugly- I mean way ugly. Not only because of the people that poisoned his past, but because of the shit he had to do in order to just survive. The things that man does for his sick mother- good god, can we give him saint hood for that?? And his ex, what a freaking bitch!! I just wanted to punch that conniving whore in the throat. I mean, spoiled and selfish do not even begin to describe that girl. And yes, I say girl- because she damn sure cannot be called a woman. The way she treats Roy is just reprehensible. I mean, it made me want to vomit sometimes. And the entire time, he is nothing but loyal to her- continuing to place her on the velvety pedestal to which she has become accustomed. Why?? All because he loved her. If only I could say the same for the way she felt about him- but no, she only cared about herself, which really only benefits us so that it made way for Kelsey to mend his heart later on.


Oh Kelsey, god bless that girl....... I LOVE her!!!! She is just one kick ass heroine, and I am so glad that she is who Roy ended up with-- she is everything that he deserved from life and more. Almost like she was his redemption after all of the junk he had to endure throughout his life. Of course, there are some bumps in the road, and yet another appearance by the dreaded ex, but I am happy to say- the HEA wins out after all. Even though I wouldn't mind seeing more of Kelsey and Roy in another book, which is a good thing since Shanora has mentioned a possible continuation of Roy in the future!! I can definitely see why Roy's story was so special to her and why she would want to revisit it later on. This is totally a 5 star read for me, just as the first two books in the Fire Nine series were as well-- Who He Is and Who We Are. If you haven't yet, be sure to pick up this series now and get caught up in some hot rock star love!!






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S. Q. Williams was born and raised in Matthews, North Carolina. She's the author of the New Adult series, OBTAINED and the Best Selling New Adult novel, Hard to Resist. Her upcoming mature New-Adult/Adult novel, Who He Is, will be released in July of 2013.

When she's not writing, she's happily reading or watching cartoons like the big kid she is. She has a wonderful family that you will hear her brag and talk about all of the time. Whenever she just wants to get away from the words for a while, she'll spend some time with her loved ones, eat gummy bears, or drown in Coca-Cola and anything else caffeinated.


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Release Day!!! Fall by Rachel Van Dyken

Finally, we have our highly anticipated next book in the Seaside Series, Fall-- Jamyeson's story!!!


Fall (A Seaside Series Novel #4)
Author: Rachel Van Dkyken
Release date: January 28th
Genre: New Adult

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Synopsis:

If you look up British in the dictionary…A-list celebrity Jamie Jaymeson’s name would be next to it. Along with charming, witty, man-whore, and a lot of other adjectives that he wouldn’t appreciate being attached to his name.
He has everything in the world going for him.
Until fate decides his number’s finally up.
Caught in a compromising position that really wasn’t his fault to begin with (really it wasn’t)—Jaymeson’s been told by his agent to lay low in the one town he swore he’d never return to—the seventh circle of hell, known by its residents as Seaside, Oregon.
Two months? He can do anything for two months. Especially if it means getting a part in the new book-to-movie series that has girls all over the world swooning.
Play nice? Keep it in his pants? Please. He played an alien once—he was going to totally rock it.
Until a certain someone who he may or may not have publicly humiliated—rejected, then humiliated again, suddenly pops up next door.
Self control has a way of flying out the window when the one girl you can’t have—is suddenly dangled right in front of you.
But Priscilla isn’t just off limits—she’s a pastor's daughter and barely legal to boot. So Jaymeson does the one thing he swore he’d never do—he tries to be friends. With a woman.
Only, it’s exactly what he needs.
Until suddenly, he craves more.
He wants to date her.
She wants to date someone else.
He wants to kiss her.
She asks him to give her lessons for her new boyfriend.
When opposites attract, sometimes the only option you have is to leap—and trust the fact that when you fall—that special someone falls too.





 Excerpt from Fall

“Are you alright?” A voice jolted me out of my hell.

“Shit!” The cup tipped off the table; I barely caught it with my left hand. Heart racing, I glared at Pris. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Mugs don’t kill. Guns do.” She grinned.

“Cute, you should put that on a t-shirt,” I mumbled.

“Maybe I will.” Her voice was light, teasing. Why the hell wasn’t she in bed?

Bed. Bed. Bed. Sex. Shit. Bloody. Freaking. Hell.

My eyes scanned her half-naked body. She was wearing my boxers. Mine. Something that had once been against my skin was now touching hers. I’d probably never wash those boxers, I’d still be eighty and sleeping with them under my pillow telling myself that I made the right choice in leaving her behind, in keeping my heart closed in a cage where it belonged.

“Are you okay?” Pris took a tentative step toward me, her hand reaching out, making a beeline for my arm.

Her fingers grazed my skin.

I jerked back. “Uh, yeah.” Laughing, I grabbed an extra cup. “I just couldn’t fall asleep so I thought I’d make some tea.”

“Tea?” Her eyebrows rose. “How very proper.”

“That’s me,” I said dryly. “All…” My eyes raked over her muscular legs. “…proper.”

Clearing her throat, she stepped around me and grabbed the tea that I’d been holding onto like a lifeline. The way I figured, was if I was keeping my hands occupied then I wouldn’t be touching her. I wouldn’t be forcing myself on her, right? If I was touching tea I wouldn’t be touching tits.

Aw, shit.

I think I just made it worse.

Because my eyes naturally went to her chest, then snapped away like I was a fifth grader with his very first crush.

“So…” Pris ignored my jerky movements. She probably thought I was about ready to piss my pants or something. Ants in the pants, ants in the pants! Yes. I was officially reverting back to my childhood.

Trauma does that to a person.

So does delirium.

Insanity.

That’s what I was experiencing, because, dear God, she had vanilla-scented skin. I leaned toward her, my head turning into her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Checking.” I cleared my throat and stepped away.

“For?”

“Bed bugs.”

Yes. I’d just said bed bugs. I just officially ruined the mood and gave men everywhere a bad name.

“Eww!” She jumped into the air. “You have bed bugs?”

“No!” I yelled. “Of course not! But one should always be careful when one is staying…” I waved my hand into the air. “…abroad.”

“Stop saying one,” she snapped.

“Sorry.”

Shaking her head, she put a tea bag in each mug. The kettle whistled, prompting her to fill the mugs with the steaming water. I let her do it. My mind had left me and I knew my body was next to go — next in the very long line of betrayal. I figured if I touched the kettle I’d somehow find a way to burn my nether parts off. Because really, that’s just the type of night I was having.

“Here.” Pris thrust the mug into my hand, setting hers on the counter to cool, then jumped up and sat so she was at eye level with me. “I’m sorry you can’t sleep. Is there anything I can do?”

Yeah. She could stop — just stop — breathing so effing close to me.

Wait, did that mean I wanted her to die?

Shit. I was turning into a serial killer.

“No,” I croaked. “It happens sometimes.” I blew across the mug. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You didn’t.” She picked up her mug and lifted it to her lips pausing before taking a sip. “I fell asleep right away, and then, I don’t know, I guess my body wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. I woke up and heard you rummaging around in the kitchen.”

I winced. “Sorry. I tried to be quiet.”

“Jamie Jaymeson being quiet. You let me know when you discover you have that particular talent.”

With a laugh I clinked my mug to hers. “Cheers.”

Pris took a sip then jerked the cup back. “Ouch.”

“What?” I set my mug down and reached for hers, setting it next to mine.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal I think I just burnt my lip.”

“Let me see.” I stood in between her legs and braced either side of her face with my hands.

In hindsight… that was where I went wrong.

I knew I was struggling — I should have never touched her. I should have left her alone. I should have taken a step away instead of forward.

“Your lips look…” Incredible. Delicious. Plump. “Unharmed.” I inwardly groaned.

“Good.” Her answer was low, hypnotic, her tongue reached out and licked her lower lip.

And my body took the bait.

With a moan I crushed my mouth against hers and lifted her body against mine.

Her arms went around my neck as I devoured her lips — they tasted so sweet. Her body was hot, it slid against mine. My reaction was so violent I almost dropped her onto the floor.

Pris’s tongue pushed into my mouth. Damn, the girl was aggressive. I loved it. Smiling against her mouth I bit down on her lip and let her taste me, let her explore as my hands moved to her hips, setting her feet on the floor as I still held her body against mine.

Slowly, I slid my hands underneath her shirt, and lifted, the friction of my hands against her skin made me dizzy. Pris wasn’t just my obsession — she was my damn downfall. She made me feel weak, like I was drowning but I didn’t want to be saved. For the first time, I wanted to pull someone else down with me. And stay there.

Her breath hitched as my hands reached her bra.

She pulled back, slightly.

But it was enough for my brain to function on a logical level. I wanted to give her all of myself — but I had absolutely nothing to give her.

The math didn’t make sense.

I’d give her all I had — which was nothing.

And she’d give me everything.

“Pris,” I murmured against her mouth. “I’m sorry.” I stepped back, still gripping her wrists. “That shouldn’t have happened. It’s late and—”

“—what?” She jerked away from me, rubbing one wrist with her other hand.


“No, don’t be mad. Please.” Why did I feel like getting on my knees and begging? 

“I wouldn’t survive it if you said you hated me right now. I know it’s what I deserve. I know I’m an ass. I’m a whore. I’m all those things, but please, please don’t say this changes anything. I can’t…” Dammit. “I can’t lose you, Pris. You’re the only real friend I’ve had.”



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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
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