My legs wrap around his hips as I push against the long, hard length of him, just wanting, needing to feel him in my core.
Breaking the kiss, I draw a few deep breaths as Jake continues his assault on my senses by trailing wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“You have too many clothes on,” he whispers as he moves his hands around my waist. He shoves my tee shirt and sweater up over my head, baring my naked breasts.
I’d wanted to give Jake easy access during the course of the day, except, with everything that happened, we hadn’t gotten around to any messing around.
But that’s being rectified.
“Elise,” he growls. “You’re killing me.”
My breasts overflow his large hands as he cups them, rubbing back and forth over my puckered nipples. Goose bumps break out all over my body as he sucks one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other and grinding against my core with the root of him.
“Naked,” I cry out. “Jake. Now.” I’m damn desperate to have him buried deep.
“Yes.” He releases me, and I catch my breath. Kneeling between my spread thighs, he unfastens my jeans and yanks them, with my panties, down my legs before tossing them behind him on the floor.
Following the clothes, Jake jumps off the bed. “Don’t move.” Unfastening his jeans, they disappear from view as he kicks them and his shorts off. Standing back to his full height, he stares at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he declares while his hand wraps around his cock and slowly strokes back and forth.
Unable to help myself, I moan and arch up from the bed. Watching him touch himself is so hot that he’s causing my whole body to go up in flames.
“You enjoy watching me?” he observes.
Taking a firmer grip on his cock, Jake moves his hand slowly up and down and rubs over the mushroom head, which is leaking with pre-cum.
Licking my lips in anticipation of having him in my mouth, he cusses and pulls back on his dick to his balls.
With a wicked smile in his direction, I lick all around my lips, wetting them before sucking my middle finger into my mouth. Trailing said finger down between my breasts, over my naval and further south, I open my legs wide and trace between. I do this without taking my eyes from Jake, or his gaze. He’s watching every move my finger makes. When the tip of my finger disappears inside my body, I arch up and moan.
He’s on me.
My hands are held loosely in one of his above my head as he thrusts inside my sex to the very core of me.
“Keep your hands there,” he demands.
I get a hard kiss to my lips as I nod my acceptance. My voice has deserted me for now.
Jake wraps his arms beneath my hips, which raises me slightly, and starts a slow, and long, withdrawal before sliding back inside me just as slowly.
Everywhere I touch, when he lets me, is rock hard. Gone is the eighteen-year-old boy who broke my heart, and in his place is a man who is crying out for me to love him. A man asking me to take him back into my heart, only, he never left and never will.
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NOOK – To Come
The way they are weaved and worked to make people and places come alive and how they can draw the reader into worlds their imagination had never even dreamed of.
Emma has loved reading and writing since the day her life was first touched with the gift of a 100 year old copy of ‘Emma’ by Jane Austen. She soon discovered that the written word could transport her, not only across the world, but across time.Emma loves a ‘Happily Ever After’ and has found her own HEA with her amazing husband. They and their three children live in Southern Australia.
Glancing up, I suck my breath in when I find dark eyes connected to mine, eyes so dark they’re almost black, and the energy in them is enough to freeze me in place.
A boy is attached to the dark gaze.
He’s probably no more than twenty or twenty-one, but everything about him screams man. There’s no boy in him. That part of him is very clearly gone. I see it in his eyes, in the way he holds himself, in the perceptive way he takes in his surroundings, then stares at me with singular focus, like we’re somehow connected by a tether. He’s got a million contradictions in his eyes….aloofness, warmth, mystery, charm, and something else I can’t define.
He’s muscular, tall, and wearing a tattered black sweatshirt that says Irony is lost on you in orange letters. His dark jeans are belted with black leather, and a silver band encircles his middle finger.
Dark hair tumbles into his face and a hand with long fingers impatiently brushes it back, all the while his eyes are still connected with mine. His jaw is strong and masculine, with the barest hint of stubble.
His gaze is still connected to mine, like a livewire, or a lightning bolt. I can feel the charge of it racing along my skin, like a million tiny fingers, flushing my cheeks. My lungs flutter and I swallow hard.
And then, he smiles at me.
Because I don’t know him and he doesn’t know better.
SAVE ME AND I’LL SAVE YOU….
My name is Calla Price. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m one half of a whole.
My other half– my twin brother, my Finn– is crazy.
I love him. More than life, more than anything. And even though I’m terrified he’ll suck me down with him, no one can save him but me.
I’m doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity, but I’m drowning more and more each day. So I reach out for a lifeline.
He’s my savior and my anti-Christ. His arms are where I feel safe, where I’m afraid, where I belong, where I’m lost. He will heal me, break me, love me and hate me.
He has the power to destroy me.
Maybe that’s ok. Because I can’t seem to save Finn and love Dare without everyone getting hurt.
Why? Because of a secret.
A secret I’m so busy trying to figure out, that I never see it coming.
You won’t either.
Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
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Book Two: For His Protection
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Book 2 in this amazing series, I fell in love all over again.I love Corinne’s writing style and character development.From page one I was hooked on Jackson and Catherine’s story all over again, the emotions and the angst worked in perfect harmony and it made for a stunningromance novel.Beholden is one of these books that take you by the hand and heart and draw you in to the story, this book is beautifully written and heartbreaking; so full of emotion. A definite must read. This series is a 2014 favorite of mine.I truly didn’t want their story to end but the way it did left me in a blissful state of happiness.I highly recommend reading this series!
Some promises are made to be broken…
Music is my everything.
After my parents died when I was a kid, moving into my grandparents’ ramshackle house on a dirt road in Amarillo seemed like a nightmare. Until I stumbled upon my grandfather’s shed full of instruments. My soul lives between the strings of Oz, my secondhand fiddle, and it soars when I play.
In Houston, I’m a typical college student on my way to becoming a classically trained violinist headed straight for the orchestra pit. But on the road with my band, Leaving Amarillo, I’m free.
We have one shot to make it, and I have one shot to live the life I was meant to. Leaving Amarillo got into Austin Music Fest and everything is riding on this next week. This is our moment.
There’s only one problem. I have a secret…One that could destroy everyone I care about.
His name is Gavin Garrison and he’s our drummer. He’s also my brother’s best friend, the one who promised he’d never lay a hand on me. He’s the one person I can’t have, and yet he’s the only one I want.
One hotel room.
I don’t know if I can do this.
I just know that I have to.
For a long time I knew he only saw me as Dallas’s little sister. I used to have frizzy hair and knobby knees and a chest as flat as both boys. But somewhere along the way, I changed. I’m having a hard time convincing myself that he really sees me for who I am now. Maybe he still sees knobby knees, frizzy hair, and freckles on my shoulders.
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head. No. “Don’t. Don’t do that to me. I just told you. You know why.”
I frown involuntarily while swallowing the knot of emotion that’s rising steadily in my throat. “How could I possibly know? You treat me like we’re related most of the time. You put your hands on random waitresses right in front of me. You sleep with anything that moves. Except me. I tell you how I feel and you can’t get rid of me fast enough.”
Suddenly Gavin is a burning man, coming toward me with angry gleaming eyes. He steps into the room, forcing me back against the wall. The door slams heavily behind him, and he braces his arms on either side of my head. I’ve only seen him this worked up when playing his drums. My heart morphs into a hummingbird inside my ribcage. It’s trapped and wants to escape. Desperately.
His words come out with force that would shove me backward if there were anywhere for me to go. “As flattering as your honest opinion of me is, how about you just tell me what the hell you want from me so we can both get on with our lives. You want to hold hands and go steady, Bluebird? Because I gotta say, you’re not as smart as I thought you were if you’re looking for that from me.”
I jerk my chin upward, faking a confidence I don’t have but refusing to let him intimidate me. “Did you sleep with that waitress? I want to know.”
He snorts out a harsh humorless laugh. “No you don’t.”
“I do. Tell me the truth.” I look up into his eyes, praying the answer is no. Something about that specific waitress is really bothering me. Maybe because I saw their initial flirtation or maybe because of what she said to me in the ladies room. I don’t know. I’m well aware of the fact that he’s been with countless women, but somehow this one feels different. More personal. Because this time, he knew how I felt and if he slept with her anyways, then he actively chose her over me. “Please,” I add to my already pathetic plea.
He releases me from my forearm prison and throws both of his hands into his hair. I inhale a much-needed breath and relax just a little. Until he slams a palm against the wall. I flinch, only because it startled me, but I can see in his wounded expression that he believes he scared me. As if I could ever be afraid of him.
“No, okay? No I didn’t sleep with her. There, you happy now?”
“Well you’re obviously not. If you were going to be so upset about it, why didn’t you just go ahead and do her?”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he says, raising his voice a few decibels shy of shouting. “Which is it? You want me to have screwed her or not?”
I’m all wound up, like the toys from my childhood. The ones with the knobs you turn and turn, winding so tight the spinny thing breaks and falls off. I’m confused and hurt and angry and turned the hell on in a way I can’t even process. The combination is more than I can handle rationally. I take a page from his broody book and let my palm smack the wall behind me. It stings so I clench it shut. The pain distracts me and I blurt out the truth.
“No, I don’t want you to have screwed her. I don’t want you to screw anyone!”
His reaction is wide-eyed shock and disbelief. “Anyone? Christ, you want me to be celibate? Do you hate me or something?”
Licking my lips, I take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. It almost works. “I want you,” I begin slowly before taking another deep breath. “To not engage in foreplay in front of my face.”
He opens his mouth to respond—most likely to deny that he did that tonight—but I place my trembling fingers against his lips, firmly breaking our ten-year unspoken no-touching rule. I’d like to take a moment to enjoy the soft, full, sensuously masculine mouth of his, but there isn’t time. I need to focus all cylinders of my brain on what I’m trying to say.
“I told you how I feel, what I want. And I get it. You don’t feel the same way. Or you won’t act on your feelings. But that doesn’t mean I can switch mine right off for your convenience. And it doesn’t mean that I’m not jealous, not hurt, and that I don’t hate, hate, being in the presence of any woman who is going to have you in a way that I never will.”
I’m breathing hard, tasting his anxiety and frustration in the air between us. Removing my fingers from his mouth and placing them on mine, I watch him go to war with himself.
He neck loosens, allowing his head to fall forward. Remaining completely still while he inhales the length of my neck, I swallow hard.
“Tell me I’ll never have you that way. Tell me to move on and let this go,” I whisper, needing to hear him say it and terrified that he actually will in equal measure.
“You’re my best friend. Growing up, you were my safe place,” he tells me on a ragged breath that seems to pull the life completely out of both of us. “I don’t want to ruin you, Bluebird.”
When Courtney asked if I would read Nocte as an early reader I jumped at the chance, she is one of my go to authors and I love anything she writes.
She did tell me Nocte was unlike anything she had written and I knew some of the back story, however this did not decrease the impact the book had on me, weeks later I am still thinking about the what, how, where and when, my head just about exploded with theories as I read it, again none of those theories could have even compared to what I read and the emotions I went through.
Being one of the first readers of Nocte I had no one to talk to, no support and all I wanted to do was scream that everyone needed to read this book so I had someone to share the emotional upheaval in my life.
Here is a timeline of my read of Nocte
10.30- WTF omg TEARS
11pm – PM Courtney because I don’t know how to control my emotions and I need to talk to someone
Midnight til 2am – I am completely and utterly engrossed and entranced by this book, there are no words to even describe the emotions I went through in those 2 hours, there was tears… lots of tears and heart thumping moments where when I closed my eyes I pictured the scene as if it was playing out a movie in my head.
2am – 6am- Because I had no one to talk to other than my tormentor (we will call her Courtney), I was up until 6am just rambling and sobbing in tandem.
This review may be a complete ramble to you all, but that is how my brain and heart reacted, this book is fucking phenomenal (I don’t normally swear in reviews either).
I felt every emotion, played out every scene in my head, until I was a ball of messed up but I love being messed up like this, because as I said earlier this book has stuck with me for weeks!
I know I haven’t given anything away, this is because you MUST experience Nocte for yourself, take it in, breathe and release, then come find me and we can chat. I was blown away complete with goosbumps and you will be too!
Best Book of 2014 so far
10 Phenomenal Stars!
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ABOUT STARS IN THEIR EYES:
WARNING: The hero in this book is not an asshole. He is hot, charming, smart, funny, ripped, gorgeous, respectful and completely panty-melting. Please proceed.
A sexy and swoony new adult romance…
Celebrity photographer and college senior Jess Leighton desperately needs to crash the wedding of the year. Snapping just one pic of the A-list Hollywood couple tying the knot will pay her way through grad school. But with security tighter than the bride-to-be’s corset, she’ll need more than her camera and smarts, she’ll need help from her biggest rival–hot, British, motorcycle-riding William Harrigan, whose sexy accent can melt the panties off any woman. He’s the last person Jess should trust, but he’s her only ticket in.
William Harrigan wants one thing – to stay in L.A. past college graduation. With a student visa set to expire, the clock is ticking. When he lands a gig that pairs him with the beautiful blond spitfire Jess, he’s scored his best shot at living out the American dream. Winning her trust would be a whole lot easier, however, if he didn’t have ulterior motives…
But there’s no faking the intense attraction between them. Try as they might to resist each other, soon sparks are flying, as they devise a plan to sneak into the ceremony. But when Jess’ new celebrity client raises the stakes, she starts to smell blackmail, and soon she and Will are chasing down cheating directors, staking out clandestine trysts, and making fake IDs, all while sneaking scene-stealing kisses and hot nights together.
The audience loves a happy ending, but in a town where everyone’s acting and no one’s playing by the rules, can Jess and William find their own ever after in time?
**Stars in Their Eyes is the start of the sexy, swoony and scandalous new adult series Wrapped Up in Love, which is a spin-off of the NYT and USA Today Bestselling Caught Up in Love series. You don’t need to have read Caught Up in Love to follow this new series, but you’ll likely enjoy those books!**
Another great book from Lauren Blakely, with its unique storyline and likeable characters, Lauren has worked her magic again
There is quite an intense chemistry with the two main characters an that makes for a romantic and sexy read, if you have love Lauren’s books before I am sure you will love this one too.
A story with suspense and humour is a good read to me, it keeps me turning the pages and it did have me laughing out loud at times.
I think Jess and William will be one of my favourite Blakely couples.
I did see the ending happening as it did, and that’s not a bad thing I am glad it happened the way it did.
Overall this is a fun and sexy book that kept me entertained and turning the pages!
About Lauren Blakely:
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.