Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 4, 2013
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A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestseller.
A New Adult Romance packed with Heat and Heart.
**On sale for 99 cents for a limited time
"One of my best reads of 2013." ~ Inside The Pages of a Book
"If you want a hot steamy, touches your heart in all the right places read, look no further!" ~ Fab, Fun and Tantalizing Reads
Her brother's best friend. A list. A love story.
After ending a horrible, scarring relationship, Vivian embraces her freedom by making a sexual bucket list. When her brother's best friend, Liam, finds it, sparks fly and hearts open.
Can Vivian heal one steamy encounter at a time?
** This is book 1 in a two-part series
** New Adult Romance recommended for readers aged 18+ due to language and strong sexual content
I didn’t just want to taste her, inch by delectable inch. I wanted to feast on her until she screamed my name in dazed repetition.
But first I had to slow down before my own needs flared wildly out of control and I risked looking like the inexperienced one here.
Finesse, I reminded myself. Finesse.
I didn’t want to remind her of Brody.
There would be no rushing, no demands. Just infinite pleasure for Viv.
I lifted my mouth from her breasts and gently pulled away to make sure she was doing okay. But when I looked at her again, I suddenly forgot what I’d wanted to say.
All I could do was stare at her.
Hot damn. She was sex on legs.
I’d never seen anything more tantalizing in my life. The diaphanous crimson material barely covered her lush breasts, and her pebbled nipples were poking through the wisps of lace.
I swallowed with a dry throat. As my gaze drifted downward, the building swell of my erection pulsed painfully beneath my jeans.
A thin, narrow triangle strip barely covered her sweet mound.
God. She was so blond. Everywhere. The red lace, set against the blond patch of curls dusting her pussy ignited a dangerous fire deep inside me.
Damn. It was insane how much I wanted this woman.
She looked so delicious, so delectable that I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her soft and pliant body.
But tonight wasn’t about me.
It was about Vivian.
It was all about Vivian. And only Vivian … making her feel wanted. Desired.
My hands came up to caress her face and her beautiful doe eyes were fixed on mine.
I caught a glimmer of wariness. A faint flash, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.
“It’s okay, Viv,” I said softly, giving her another chance to back out. “We don’t have to do this.”
She considered my words, but said nothing. Instead she licked her already moist lips. Then she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me fiercely, with no inhibitions, as if to prove to me that she had no misgivings, no second thoughts.
I groaned into her mouth as she ground her hips, rubbing firmly against the hard length of my erection.
Another wave of desire shot through me, followed by a smaller current of misgiving.
I needed this to be good for Viv.
No. Not just good. Damned good.
And I was up for the challenge.
When the kiss ended, I looked into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“I always have.” Her words came easily, and without thought.
Warmth unfurled in my chest at her faith in me. I took her hand and guided her to the leather armchair. “Come,” I said again, and this time there would be no turning back.
Vivian lowered herself onto the armchair. As she reclined into the cushions, she arched her back, causing her breasts to rise, and her nipples to thrust out proudly through the textured lace.
I paused to take my fill of her. Then, with my arms braced on either side, I dipped my head and flicked my tongue over the protrusion of her nipple. “Guess what we’re going to do now?”
“What?” she murmured, her voice low and breathy.
Her creamy breasts were spilling over the crimson lace cups and I traced my tongue over her smooth skin in slow and tantalizing strokes. “We’re going to play.”
She dug her nails into my shoulders as I lavished the same attention on her other breast. “We’re going to play a little game called Tell Liam What You Want.”
“But …” A whispered breath slipped past her lips. “I also want to play Tell Vivian What You Want.”
I lifted my mouth from her breast and kissed the frown lines on her forehead. “Sweetheart, if we played that game we’d be here all night.”
Her cheeks blushed a deep pink and she looked so endearing I almost lost it.
Haleigh received a B.A. in Journalism. Despite training as a journalist, Haleigh soon found she preferred making up her own stories--stories with heat and heart.
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