Tuesday, December 30, 2014

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A soldier in Afghanistan plays the field until he meets a spunky UN volunteer who breaks through his defenses. A classic tale of opposites attract.

: Reader's Crown Award for Best Contemporary Romance of 2014

After serving in Afghanistan, soldier Nick Carlisle comes to Hawaii to heal from PTSD. There he meets waitress and college student Lyndsey who is hiding secret pain of her own.


After discovering that his wartime girlfriend hasn't been waiting for him at home, former soldier Gabe Thompson goes after the woman he loves, and proves that love conquers all.


The son of an illegal immigrant finds himself tangled in gang violence and dark family secrets. His childhood sweetheart vows to save him in a romantic suspense tale that crosses the borders of nations and hearts.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

TWOSOME TUESDAY: Easy Virtue Blog Tour

Love is selfish...

My name is Blaire.
I'm the bad girl.
The other woman.
The one who never gets the guy in the end.

I'm the gold digger.
The bitch.
The one no one roots for.
The one you love to hate.

I hate myself too...

Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?

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5 smooches!

  Ooops Mia did it again... left me frustrated in the best way!

I must start off by saying that Easy Virtue ends in one heck of a cliffy... I had no idea that it was a 2 part series and I got REALLY nervous around 80-90% wondering how the heck this book was going to wrap up. Well, it doesn't! It leaves you with your jaw hanging and heart bleeding!

Okay so onto the book!

Blaire is a self proclaimed gold digging whore and a much-much more likeable heroine than nasty Cathy was! I really liked her despite the crappy decisions she makes. She did not have the best childhood and is left with a very bad view on love. She closes herself off and uses men to her advantage. No emotions... strictly business... until... until what? who??? (read the book)

The boys... Law and Ronan *swoon* I guess we can throw in Walker too *barf* Do I have to choose a team? I am team #notwalker... I loved Ronan.. loved loved loved him! But, I sort of loved Law too... I'm usually strictly a one man kind of girl but these two... I just don't know! They are so very different and delicious in their own ways and I don't know who my little Blaire is going to choose!

I am not going to summarize the story for you because then why even read the book? Just know that it is FABULOUS!!! Mia's writing is flawless. This book evokes a lot of strong feelings, and what else would we expect from Mrs. Mia??? There were those moments that I wanted to kick a wall or at the very least shake some sense into Blaire. I wanted to go Loraina Bobbit on Walker and I wanted to shack up with Law and have little Ronan babies!

And that ending.. GD you Mia!!!! I was pissed at first.. but I have had time to let it simmer and accept it for the perfection it was. If a cliffy doesn't leave you reeling then what is the point? I am on pins and needles waiting for EV 2!

Ronan kisses me until I forget my name, forget who I am, forget that this isn't supposed to happen, and, most importantly ...Forget that it can't. - Blaire

Grab a dictionary.   *I'll wait*

Flip to "evil minx."   *waiting*

Tell me what you see ...  regardless of your dictionary, Mia Asher's picture accompanies the definition.

She is evil!!!!!!!  (in the best possible way)

Sweet Cheeses, y'all!  Mia is killing me!!!!  First, there was Cathy, Ben and Arsen.  *Gutted*  I have never manhandled my kindle more.  And now, there's Ronan, Lawrence, and Blaire.  And because this is a two-book story, I have absolutely no idea if Mia plans on gutting me again.  *dammit*

I won't lie, I am not a fan of cliffies.  I generally wait for a series to be complete *however* I will make an exception for anything Mia writes.  And I'm still on the fence about this cliffhanger because I HATED it!!!!!  Hated what was revealed, hated what happened, and I'm hatin' on the fact that I have to wait to see how this story unfolds.

OMG, but it's so worth it!!!

Mia's writing is just poetic ... pure and simple.  She has this beautiful knack to be able to take a flawed and unlikeable character and make you like them, maybe even love them.  I can't even put it into words because I don't exactly understand it myself.   All I know is that just when I think I have my emotional bearings she goes and messes me all up!

Suffice it to say, I am officially hooked and even though this isn't technically a "cheating" storyline, it is most definitely a love triangle.  I once thought I had a definite team, now I'm not so sure.  Mia ALWAYS keeps you guessing ... she is an evil genius!


With champagne and caviar inundating my every sense, I slither through the light wooden floors of the Lila Acheson Wallace Wing in The Met. As I walk, I pretend to admire the expensive jewelry being showcased tonight by a famous designer whose name I can’t remember. A multicolored diamond butterfly sparkles to my left and a cobra made out of black stones glistens to my right. Rows upon rows of precious gems twinkle under the soft lights of the room, flooding the space between the walls with the glow of a thousand stars. Furtive glances. Secrets gossiped. Beauty criticized. Lofty music fills the atmosphere as the ├╝ber rich mingle and pretend to like each other, yet you can almost taste their conceit and derision for one another in the air.

This is Walker’s world, and I love it.
Standing across the room, where the crowd is thinner and the music fainter, I spot Walker’s blond head in the corner of the room, talking to a group of his colleagues and their wives. He looks polished and worth every penny of his trust fund in his sleek black tuxedo, perfectly starched white shirt and black bowtie. His long golden hair parted to the side shines like the sun. He is truly flawless.

I smile because it’s hard to picture that this is the same guy who likes to snort coke off my tits as he fucks me while hardcore porn plays in the background. He looks untouchable and so cool, but his searching eyes, scanning the crowd for me give him up. He’s wondering where I am. He did tell me not to go too far, after all. Soon after we arrived at the party, I gave him some space to talk to his friends and do his thing while I did mine. I hate clingy people, so I avoid being one.

I grab a third flute of champagne from a passing waiter, and try to decide which of the different displays to check out first when my eyes land on a spectacular piece of jewelry. On a bed of black silk, similar to my hair color, lies an extravagant necklace made of diamonds and rubies—a small heaven within one’s reach as long as you can afford the price.

I bridge the space between the glass protecting the necklace and me until it’s within my reach, fighting the urge to touch the cool surface. As if under a spell, I observe how the rows of diamonds embedded in platinum form leaves and thorns. At its center is a rose made out of red diamonds almost as big as my palm.

I feel someone walk up and stand next to me, but I don’t give him or her a second thought as I continue to admire the way the light hits the gems, making them shine.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

His voice is smooth and commanding, dripping absolute power. I keep my eyes locked on the display. Call it sixth sense, but somehow I know that under no circumstance should I make eye contact with the stranger who speaks like the ruler of the world.

“Yes,” I say simply.

“I wonder how much it is?” the man asks.

“I don’t think it matters … I highly doubt anyone can afford it.”

He chuckles, and the sound is more delicious than his voice. Lusher. “Oh, but I can.”

I smile at his self-assurance. I love cocky assholes. “I still doubt it.”

“You shouldn’t. I only speak the truth,” he retorts coolly. His voice is nonchalant yet his words leave no room for disbelief—a demand and a statement all in one.

Suddenly, the noises of the room become distant. People talking and laughing amongst friends and the orchestra playing all fade away until all I hear is him speaking.

And at this moment, that is all that matters.

“The truth is very subjective, sir.”

“The truth may be subjective but money isn’t. Money can buy anything.”

His answer is like an electroshock, jumpstarting my brain from a champagne-induced haze. My pulse begins to accelerate, excitement making it hard to take a deep breath. Don’t look at him … don’t.

“Oh really,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He’s right, though.

“Of course. I believe everything,” he pauses, “and everyone has a price.”
Curiosity winning the battle against curiosity, I turn to face him, and what a fucking big mistake that is. When our eyes meet, I feel incapacitated of all sense and movement. The sight of him takes my breath away. This man gives the term “lust at first sight” a whole new meaning.

In my short twenty-three years, I’ve been with extremely handsome men, perfect even, but to classify the man standing next to me in any kind of category would be a disservice to him, and not really fair to the others. Longish, light brown hair wildly framing his face, vacant eyes the color of dollar bills, a slightly crooked nose, and a mouth that begs to be buried deep within your thighs. His beauty is as harsh as it is stunningly perfect. Dressed in a simple black tuxedo and unbuttoned white shirt, the man exudes innate virility and grace, reminding me of a black panther stalking his prey. And just like a panther, it’s the pure raw and powerful energy emanating from within him that I find most attractive. Because just by standing next to him, I get the sense that his word is always the last spoken and his wishes the first ones to be fulfilled. He doesn’t ask, he demands. He doesn’t hope, he expects.

He’s quiet for a moment; his uncanny eyes hold me captive as though they are baring my soul to him and I hate it. I tighten my hold on the crystal flute. I want to look away, but I can’t. The way he’s staring at me makes me want to squirm.

“I wonder … do you have one?” he asks softly before turning to examine the piece of jewelry once more.

“A what?” I ask, momentarily stunned.

He smiles. “A price.”

“For the right amount … I just might,” I say quietly, my heart beating so fast it feels as though it wants out of my chest. As soon as the words leave my mouth, there’s no shock coursing down my body, no rolling waves of shame pulling me down for having said that to a complete stranger—nothing.

And why should there be? I am who I am.

I’m staring at his profile, waiting for him to acknowledge my answer, when a breeze of cool air floats past us, making me shiver. About to chase the goose bumps on my arm with my hand, I watch as he slowly turns to look at me, catching me staring at him. Time stands still as I watch him raise his large tanned hand and touch my bare shoulder, his fingertips lightly grazing the temporary small bumps covering it. Then he smiles as if he knows that my skin is tingling from his scalding touch, and looks away.

“I thought so.”

We remain standing next to each other for another minute or so, the distance between us almost nonexistent. It would be so easy to reach out and hold his hand. The sound of an incoming call breaks the silence, bringing us back to reality.

He takes his cell phone out of the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket and ignores the call after noting the name of the caller. He lifts his gaze to meet my own.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I should go … I’m here with someone,” I reply, not really wanting to leave him just yet.

“Yes, that’s probably a good idea.”

I frown. He didn’t have to be quite so blunt. The stranger extends a hand toward me, holding something in his fingers.

“Here … ”

I open my hand as I feel the edges of what I assume is his business card poke the skin of my palm. “What’s this?” I ask stupidly.

“My business card, of course.”

“Obviously … but why?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say that I’m an interested buyer.”

And then he’s gone.

He turns and walks away from me, disappearing into a sea of colorful gowns and black suits. As the sounds of the party infiltrate my ears once more, I lower my gaze to stare at the simple cream-colored card in my hand. Its simplistic and elegant design draws attention to the name printed in bold black letters on the paper.

Lawrence Rothschild.

I smile and let my fingertips trail his name. It depends on what you’re willing to pay, Mr. Rothschild.

Published by Mia Asher
Copyright © 2013 by Mia Asher

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My name is Mia Asher.

I'm a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy - but who isn't?

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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Very Twisted Things Cover Reveal

Series: Briarcrest Academy #3 (all novels are standalones)
Release Date: February 2015
Cover Model: Drew Leighty
Genre: Hot New Adult for 18+

A sassy violinist who lives next door. An obsessed rock star who watches her through binoculars. And one night when she bares it all. Life will never be the same in Tinseltown.
Description: Vital Rejects front guy Sebastian Tate never imagined his YouTube music video would go viral, sky-rocketing him to acting success in Hollywood. Okay, maybe he did. After all, he’s a cocky dude who knows he’s hot-as-hell, and it was only a matter of time before his stars aligned. But life in Tinseltown is never what it seems. After being cheated on, his only rule to falling in love is simple: Keep Calm and Don’t Do It. Spying on his mysterious new neighbor with binoculars seems innocent enough, but quickly escalates into an erotic game between two very unlikely people. Twenty-year-old Violet St. Lyons is a world-renowned violinist who's lost her mojo on stage. She hides away in a Hollywood mansion, trying to find her way through her twisted past in order to make her future. He’s the life of the party with girls chasing him down for his autograph. She’s the introvert with a potty mouth who doesn’t even know who he is. When they meet, stars collide, sparks fly, and clothes come off. Yet, giving his heart to a girl isn’t Sebastian’s plan; falling for a guy who craves attention isn’t Violet’s. Welcome to Briarcrest Academy—Hollywood style—where sometimes the best things in life are VERY TWISTED THINGS.  
Heart Compact

VTT Prologue

Then he came along, and like a twisted piece of metal that’s burned beyond recognition, I emerged from the fire. Different. Changed.” –from the journal of Violet St. Lyons

This wasn’t happening.
Clad in a pair of red lacy bikini underwear—his favorite—I sipped on tequila—not my favorite—and glared at Sebastian Tate, sexy rock star and billboard model. Wearing low-slung jeans and nothing else, he paced around my chair in tight circles, his tall frame blocking most of my vision, the lion tattoo on his back heaving as he took deep breaths. Blonde and sporting faint stubble on his chiseled jawline, he looked like the heartbreaker the tabloids said he was.
Bad, bad boy.
But, oh, so good.
He sent me a hard look. Pissed.
From my living room in the Hollywood Hills, I gazed out the window at the Santa Monica Mountains, my eyes everywhere except on the glossy nude photos he clutched in his hand.
Of me. Of him.
Of us.
He swiveled his ice-blue eyes at me. Earlier today they’d burned with another kind of fire, but things change fast in Tinseltown. “These will be in the papers. Get ready,” he said, tossing down the pictures on the table, making me cringe.
I gazed down at them, my eyes lingering over one of us on my patio, him on his knees with his mouth between my legs as my body arched in ecstasy. My skin burned at the memory, echoes of the passion we’d shared—and now everyone in the world would see. My family. The society people in New York. The board of directors for the orphanage. My stomach heaved at the thought, bile threatening to rise up.
Another caught my eye, this one a full color close-up of me crying black mascara tears as I played my violin. Nude. It looked depressing as hell although in truth it had been love that made me emotional.
“Remind me to pass on the make-up next time. And to not have sex outdoors. Obviously,” I said, forcing my shoulders to move in a nonchalant shrug like I didn’t care, but he knew the truth. I was devastated by these.
And so was he.
Because we weren’t supposed to be together.
He said my name in that husky voice of his, the one that made me crazy, the one that made me want to rip his clothes off. “Violet—”
“Stop,” I said, clenching my fists. Because whatever he had to say didn’t matter. These pictures ruined us, ensuring that he’d leave me for her, the beautiful Bubble named Blair. Bubble, bubble, bubble. I wanted to pop her.
Why did I always come last with him?
I stood and faced him, tossing back the last of my shot. “First off, I wish we’d never met.” I held my hand up. “No. Wait. I don’t wish that because then I wouldn’t know Spider or Mila. I—I wish I’d never fallen in love with you. Loving means losing. Always. And I was stupid to forget it. I may have to sell this house and move to another freaking country to get away from you, but I’ll do it. I’ve done it before.” I sucked in a breath. “I’ll be fine without you.”
Lie. I would likely end up drunk on Mexican tequila, nursing what was left of my heart.
He closed his eyes, a dazed expression on his face as if my words crushed him.
“We were doomed from the very start,” I reminded him. “You want to be a star, and all I want is you.”
He stopped his pacing, a muscle jerking in his cheek as he leaned down until his nose was level with mine. “Then this is goodbye, Violet? You’re giving up on us already?”
Did I hear a break in his voice? Impossible.
“If I don’t say goodbye first, then someone else will.” Truth.
He’d never be mine, simply because he didn’t belong with me. I was a washed-up freak who had nothing but a mansion and a Maserati; he belonged on the silver screen with a pretty starlet on his arm.
We were over. Kaput.
I smiled, a bitter thing, and sashayed past him, enjoying the hiss of breath when I let my hand drift over his crotch. “This moment is begging for a soundtrack, don’t you think?” I said, coming to stop by the stereo system and cranking up Kurt Kobain’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. Holding my hands up in the horns rocking out signal, I bobbed my head to the beat while he watched, anger flickering across his face. I danced and twirled around, closing my eyes, the music vibrating through my body, my fingers itching for my violin.
My eyes flew open. He’d strode over to me and clicked the stereo off, chest still heaving.
He shoved his hands in my hair and dragged my face to his, and I groaned at the fire that blazed in my body. I felt the warm heat of his skin and pressed closer and inhaled. He smelled like bourbon and sex—a rock star’s diet—and I panted, cursing myself at the same time.
How would I ever get over him?
He pressed his thumbs across my mouth. Gentle. But his voice was cold. “You can’t wait to high-tail it back to Manhattan to your lawyer boyfriend, can you?”
“I plead the fifth,” I said, staring at his full lips. I licked my own. “But you can kiss me goodbye if you want. I don’t mind.”
We stared at each other until he exhaled heavily and put his back to me, his muscles as taut as the guitar strings he played. He verged on breaking.
Yeah, well, welcome to my world.
Yet at the same time, I reached my hand out to him. Stupid hand.
But of course, he didn’t see it.
“So long, V,” he said soft as a whisper, staring at the ground as if I was breaking his heart, when all along it was the other way around. He took a step from me, then another, then another, until finally, he was nothing but a speck.
I clutched my chest and wanted to fall to the ground and rail on it. Alone. Again.
But tough girls like me didn’t cry over black-hearted boys.
Although in his defense, I owed him a thank you for saving me.
To show you, I’d have to start at the beginning, the day I lost everything.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She spends her days with two small kids, one neurotic cat, and one husband. She collects magnets and rarely cooks except to bake her own pretzels.

When she's not crafting a story, you can find her drinking too much Diet Coke, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash.

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Lowdown and Lush by Selena Laurence Blog Tour

Lowdown and Lush
Lush No. 3
Selena Laurence
Releases November 18, 2014


Mike Owens is the devil. Sexy, snarky, and as lowdown as they come, he's one of the world's greatest guitarists and one of Portland's most notorious bad boys.

Jenny Turner is an angel. A preacher's daughter, she's a good girl with a great voice and a dream to hit it big in country music.

When these two opposites meet, the attraction is undeniable, but something's stopping the bad boy from pursuing what he desires most. Can this angel handle the truth behind her devil? Or will his secrets be too Lowdown and Lush?

Heather's Review

4 smooches

Selena Laurence has done it again... made me lose my heart to another "Lush" boy.  Making me love Mike Owens was by FAR her greatest feat.  Joss *swoon* and Walsh were easy to love.  Mike... well... not. so. much.

Lowdown and Lush is the story of Mike Owens, the former band's notorious bad boy and Jenny, the preachers daughter with the voice of an angel.  Mike discovers her talent and is so sure that she will make it, that he creates his own label to represent her.  They become best friends and Mike is secretly in love with her... and she, not so secretly in love with him. None of it matters, because Mike will not act on his feelings.  Jenny is too good for him and he refuses to taint her.

And so the battle ensues.  Jenny is determined to make this bad boy fall in love with her, whatever it takes.  And, it takes a LOT and wreaks havoc on her poor heart.  You know what they say... be careful what you wish for...

Lowdown and Lush is full of ups and downs.  Mike and Jenny each have their own set of issues and become each others greatest problem of all.

If you have not started this series, seriously, what are you waiting for?  Every book in this series has been unique and beautifully written.  I've come to expect no less from Mrs. Selena Laurence!

Selene's Review

4 - IT'S TIME -Smooches

You're mine, I'm yours, and we have a whole damn life together.  I want my ring on your finger, my dick in your pussy, and my baby in your belly.  I'm done fucking around Sunshine.  It's time. - Mike

I have absolutely no doubt that will go down as one of my absolute favorite quotes of all time.  I love it!

Lowdown and Lush is the third installment in the rocker romance Lush series.  It's Mike's story, Lush's crude, bad boy guitarist who finds himself in love with Jenny, a very good girl who's lived a sheltered life as a preacher's daughter.  Fearful that he'll only hurt her, Mike keeps Jenny at arm's length while he works with her on her music career.  Jenny has plans of her own, however, and at the top of her list is getting Mike Owen's to own up to his feelings for her.

Holy angst Batman!  Mike and Jenny's story is full of ups and downs, highs and lows, ghosts from the past, regret and second chances.  My heart ACHED for both Mike and Jenny ... things shouldn't be so hard for two people who love each other ... especially two people who deserve to have their happily ever after.

Selena definitely does not disappoint with Lowdown and Lush!  I  love that Joss, Mel, Walsh, and Tammy are all in the picture and that despite the rockiness in the past, they are all there for each other.  Mike finds the most support from the least likely person and *sigh* my heart was just happy!

There's only one more book left in this series and up next is Colin's book.  I'm a little sad to see this series come to an end but, at the same time, can't wait to see what's in store for the boys of Lush!

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A Lush Betrayal (Lush No. 1) 

For the Love of a Lush (Lush No. 2) 

A Lush Engagement 

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Selena Laurence is the Barnes and Noble Bestselling author of what she likes to call Edgy Contemporary Romance. Her books have been Amazon Top 10 bestsellers in multiple categories including Multicultural Romance, Hispanic Fiction, Urban Fiction, Military Romance, and Romantic Suspense. Her New Adult romance, Hidden, won the 2014 Reader's Crown Award for Contemporary Romance of the year.

Selena lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and spends a hell of a lot of time at soccer games, on her laptop, and reading. She requires a Mocha Latte every day to function, keeps a goldendoodle at her feet most of the time, and has more kids than she or Mr. Laurence know what to do with.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Cover Reveal: Dirty Ties by Pam Godwin

I race to finance it.
I evade to protect it.
I kill to attain it.
I planned everything.

Except her.
The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.
With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.
Whose powerful family murdered mine.

I hate her.
I want her.

I know she’s hiding something.
But so am I.

Expected Release Date : January 12th, 2015



New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Lowdown and Lush by Selena Laurence Release Day Blitz

Lowdown and Lush
Lush No. 3
Selena Laurence
Releases November 18, 2014


Mike Owens is the devil. Sexy, snarky, and as lowdown as they come, he's one of the world's greatest guitarists and one of Portland's most notorious bad boys.

Jenny Turner is an angel. A preacher's daughter, she's a good girl with a great voice and a dream to hit it big in country music.

When these two opposites meet, the attraction is undeniable, but something's stopping the bad boy from pursuing what he desires most. Can this angel handle the truth behind her devil? Or will his secrets be too Lowdown and Lush?

“Sunshine.” His deep voice rumbles through me and I moan. “It’s time to wake up.”

I feel his thumb brush across my bottom lip and I open to him, taking him into my mouth. I run my tongue across the fleshy pad, which tastes salty and faintly metallic from the guitar strings he’s been strumming.

I hear his intake of breath before he says, “Jesus.” His palm cups my cheek and then he’s leaning down. His scruff brushes against my face as I hear him rasp out, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Somewhere in another part of my mind, I know this isn’t real, somehow shouldn’t be happening, but right now, I don’t care. I keep my eyes closed because I don’t want to discover that it’s all a dream. I reach for him, letting my hands travel the length of his corded forearms, then up past his bulging biceps and around his broad shoulders.

His breath is coming hard and fast, and I turn my head, trading his thumb against me for his mouth. His lips are hot and slick, and I can taste the Coke he was drinking earlier on them.

“More,” I gasp out as he squeezes my thigh. 

His lips float across mine, and before I know it, his hand has dug into my hair and his tongue is in my mouth. I press my leg against his hip that’s resting next to me on the sofa. I still haven’t opened my eyes, too afraid to see that look again—the look he gave me the night he took my virginity.

But I feel him. On my skin, around my heart, inside my soul. I feel his breath and his touch and his heartbeat. I feel his anguish and his pent-up frustrations, and I feel his fear. Then it’s all burned away by the desire, the raw, animal desire, that courses through both of us. His kiss is searing, setting my whole core on fire. It’s primal, the way he makes me feel, and as his hand moves around to stroke the petal-soft skin on the inside of my thigh, I move against him with a moan that sounds desperate and wild.

I arch into him as much as I can, and he drives his tongue into my mouth in a frenzy, licking, sucking, moaning into me.

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Selena Laurence is the Barnes and Noble Bestselling author of what she likes to call Edgy Contemporary Romance. Her books have been Amazon Top 10 bestsellers in multiple categories including Multicultural Romance, Hispanic Fiction, Urban Fiction, Military Romance, and Romantic Suspense. Her New Adult romance, Hidden, won the 2014 Reader's Crown Award for Contemporary Romance of the year.

Selena lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and spends a hell of a lot of time at soccer games, on her laptop, and reading. She requires a Mocha Latte every day to function, keeps a goldendoodle at her feet most of the time, and has more kids than she or Mr. Laurence know what to do with.