Well you can by reading this excerpt from my most recent release SAVIN' ME. Read on and comment to win!
One step away from the coveted Vice Presidency
of her firm, the last thing Kat Owens needs is the distraction of a man. Her
client, Erik Monteague, disagrees. He’s charming, sexy, seductive, and
impossible to ignore or refuse. After succumbing to his advances, Kat’s forced
to choose between her career and the man she’s fallen for... even while knowing
her love might not be enough to save him from
self-destructing.
While Erik’s
perfectly-executed seduction gets Kat into his bed, the end result is more than
he bargained for. Having spent the past ten years wallowing in guilt and
self-loathing over his fiance’s tragic death, falling in love is unacceptable.
However, Kat’s passionate, loving nature dissolves the carefully constructed
walls guarding his heart, forcing him to face his tragic past and make a
decision...spend the rest of his life running, or risk being devastated by love
again?
Excerpt:
(Rated 18+)
As he approached the end of the dark hallway, she burst from her bedroom, rounding the corner at a fast clip. They collided, hard.
He threw his arms around her waist to keep her from stumbling back. In the process, every perfect curve and dip of her body molded against his. The heat of her palms pressing against his chest was like a sizzling brand, as she gasped to catch her breath.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t hear you come back in. Are you all right?”
No, he wasn’t even close to being all right.
Through the filtered light of the living room, he watched her eyes go from wide with surprise to a heavy-lidded forest green as he continued to hold her tight. With each labored breath, his chest brushed against her breasts. His palm rested on the small of her back, and he fought the need to pull her tighter against his jerking, straining erection.
“F*(k.” What was supposed to have been a muttered curse came out sounding like a plea.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. Her body melted further into his, and the pulse in her neck fluttered wildly.
All the way to the dumpster and back he’d lectured and coached himself like a parent would an unruly teenager. Come in, make sure she didn’t need any more help, then get the hell out before something like this happened. But right now, primal instinct was in control, overpowering his good intentions and his word, demanding he take what he wanted.
He thrust his free hand through the hair at the nape of her neck and yanked her head back, careful not to hurt her, but forceful enough to let her know she wasn’t going anywhere. Surprised by his aggression, her eyes snapped wide and her mouth dropped open, giving him the access he craved. His assault on her mouth was as ferocious as a lion attacking its prey.
Rather than push him away, she accepted him fully by wrapping her arms around his neck and dragging him even closer. He backed her against the wall, wedged a knee between her thighs, and with a feral growl, deepened the kiss even further while she rode his knee.
And it still wasn’t enough for either of them.
Their tongues clashed, twisting and tangling, frantic for even deeper contact. His hand snaked up her side until he reached the swell of her breasts. He used his thumb to tease her taut nipple, and she arched her back, pressing her body more firmly into his grasp.
His heartbeat pounded in his ears as his body stretched tight as a rubber band about to snap. He wanted to eat her alive, and if he didn’t stop now—which was already way beyond the promised boundaries—he wouldn’t stop until he’d buried himself in her warm, wet body.
It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but as his words—no touching—thumped inside his skull, he forced himself to pull back and draw in a deep, shuddering breath.
Her eyes screamed don’t stop. But he had to; this wasn’t right. He’d given his word that he’d behave, and although he may have a reputation for being a lowlife scoundrel, he always kept his word.
Of course, when he made that promise he hadn’t counted on extenuating circumstances making it impossible. But he could still walk away at this point and not feel like a total sack of shit. The look in her eyes, her response to his touch all told him that one day soon he’d strip, lick, suck, and f*(k her senseless.
But it wouldn’t be tonight.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice raw and choppy. “When I made that promise, I hadn’t considered the possibility of you literally falling into my arms.”
Eyes wide and glassy, she ran a finger over her lips and took a few shallow breaths. “Is it always going to be like this?” Her voice was soft, desperate. “Every time we’re together is it going to be a constant battle, like horny teenagers trying to keep our hands off each other?”
He scrubbed a shaky hand down his face, then proceeded to stare a hole in his shoes as he honestly considered the question. He wanted to tell her no, that it was just a phase. He wished he could give her a smooth-talking sales job that would get her into bed and stick with his plan of working her out of his system. Then, they would both move on with their lives. Separately.
The problem was, he no longer believed it would be that easy. His cat scratch fever was back with a vengeance.
“I don’t know,” he said, running a thumb across her red and swollen bottom lip. “All I know is that I want you with a ferociousness I have never felt before.” And with that admission, he turned away and headed for the door. “Maybe I should swim home to work off some of this pent-up frustration.” He stopped at the door, turned, and winked. “Sleep tight, baby.”
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