Sunday, June 30, 2013

MADE FOR YOU by Vi Keeland Review

Made for You (Cole, #2)

Made for You 

(a Cole novel #2)

by: Vi Keeland

Release Date: July 1, 2013


****** The sequel to Belong to You (Book #2 of a two part series) *******

Jack and Syd spent a week in paradise. It was only supposed to be a fling. But life can be funny sometimes, and circumstances brought them back together again. Together they seemed to have found their happy ever after. But when Sydney is offered a chance at the career she has always wanted, she must leave Jack behind to follow her dreams. Can their love survive long distance? Sydney’s touring with a man every woman wants, but he only has eyes for Syd. And an unexpected tragedy leaves Jack feeling remorseful. Can the two find a way through to forever?


Star Rating:  4.5 out of 5

Heat Rating:  HOT!!!

Before you read this review I want you to STOP and go read BELONG TO YOU by Vi Keeland (I'll wait)....

Jack Cole!!  If you are like me you are going to need a fan and a cold drink after you meet Jack and Syd in Belong to You and you will be MORE than ready to grab up Made for You, where you get even more Jack.  I was a very lucky girl and got  my hands on Jack (I mean Made for You) early and I was NOT disappointed in how the story of Jack and Syd wrapped up. (This is book 2 of 2, so no cliffhangers)

Belong to You is the story of how Jack and Syd, meet, get together and fall in love, in Made for You we get to see how they make their relationship work.  This new relationship is tested when they are faced with Syd's new musical career and being separated for four months while she is on tour with Sienna in Europe.  Belong to You, could have been the complete story of Jack and Syd and I would have been fine with that, but I do LOVE to keep reading about characters once they have found their HEA.  Made for You does a great job of letting the reader see what happens when real life and relationship obstacles get in Jack's way and how he and Syd work through each one as they come.  

Vi Keeland continues to impress me with her storytelling abilities, she can take words and turn them into a story that is faced paced, full of witty dialogue and almost impossible to put down (the HOT sex doesn't hurt either).  I sat down this week to read Belong to You and didn't come up for air (or family obligations) until I was done with Made for You.  This series is so easy to read, enjoy and fall in love with; you get a bit of drama, a splash of angst, but ultimately you get two, mature adults that want their relationship to work and it is a great journey watching them discover how powerful love can be.

Vi Keeland is definitely a MUST read for me and I am sure once you get your hands on Jack and Syd's story she will be a favorite of yours too.  Run over and grab up this series, (Belong to You is on sale for one week for only $0.99), you will not be disappointed.  I have a hunch that we will be seeing LOTS more from Ms. Keeland (Sienna's story or perhaps more about Justin and Kyle?) and I will be ready with my 1-click button!

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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with six uniquely insane siblings. She has three children of her own that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work.

She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night! After years of thinking about writing her own book, she finally took the leap in 2012. Her most recent book, Belong to You, was published in April 2013 and hit number 8 in the Amazon Erotica Best Seller's list in its first five days! The sequel to Belong to You, Made for You, is due out on July 1st, 2013.

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Saturday, June 29, 2013

JACK STONE by Vivien Sparx Review & Giveaway


JACK STONE: Wild Justice

by: Vivien Sparx


Release Date: June 30, 2013


Jack Stone is the Dark Master. 
A tough man. 
A hard man - and he is sexy as all hell. 
When Jack Stone arrives in the small town of Windswept, Arizona all he wants is answers. 
What he finds is a sexy woman with a lust for BDSM and a secret the locals will kill to keep.


Star Rating: 5 out of 5 

Heat Rating:  HOT!

JACK STONE is a delicious and refreshing change of pace from your typical BDSM master, he is a man who demands not only answers but control served up with his own kind of justice.  Vivien Sparx wrote the perfect start to a new series; it has intrigue, suspense, action and hot sex that leaves the reader satisfied yet wanting more JACK STONE.

This was an AMAZING read! A great story about a man searching for answers and will stop at nothing to get them.   I can't wait to read what happens next in the world of JACK STONE (July can't come soon enough)

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The man shaved, standing naked before the bathroom mirror and listened to the sound of the traffic outside the hotel. He glanced at his watch. It was mid-day. He wondered for a moment how anyone could sleep in a room like this, with the constant roar of passing trucks and cars just a few feet beyond the flimsy walls.
He leaned forward to watch his own eyes in the mirror.
“This could be the place,” he told himself. “This might be the lucky break you have been waiting for.” His gaze went automatically to the tattoo on his left shoulder.
‘July 21st
He threw the plastic razor into the bin under the tiny sink, and turned on the taps to the shower.
“Maybe this place will be where you find the answers.”
He stepped into the shower and scrubbed the dust of the Arizona desert off himself, letting the stinging needles of hot spray scald his skin and unknot tired, cramped muscles until the water began to turn cold. He reached for a towel. Still drying himself he went through and stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at the woman who lay across the tangled sheets.
She was tanned honey-brown, tall and blonde. She was wearing white lace panties. She had large firm breasts and when she rolled onto her side, the man’s eyes were drawn to the tantalizing way her breasts changed shape, and her nipples became suddenly hard. She pouted at him, and then licked her lips with the pink pointy tip of her tongue.
“I’ve been a good girl,” she said. “I haven’t even touched myself yet.”
The man’s eyes drifted across to the small square table and chair beside the bed. The woman’s handbag was open on the tabletop, and her skirt, blouse and bra were folded and draped over the back of the chair. He could smell the woman’s perfume. 
He went to the hotel window and stared out at the flat ribbon of two-lane highway that ran in a straight line from horizon to horizon. Across the road was a roadside diner, and a half-mile further east was the turnoff to his destination. He could read the sign from here.

‘Windswept Arizona. Population 2389. 3 miles.’ 

Outside it was a hundred degrees. Shimmering heat haze rippled the air. He stared at the flat open desert and the distant blue mountain ranges, rising like rugged spires and chimneys, for a full minute. Then he followed the turnoff road with his eyes until it crested in a slight rise about a mile away – to nothing. He figured the town was somewhere beyond that rise, but he didn’t rightly know what to expect. He had never been to Arizona before in his life. Finally the man sighed and turned back to the woman waiting for him on the bed. He smiled down at her. “Are you wet?”
She nodded vigorously. “I’m more than wet. I’m aching.”
The man sat on the edge of the mattress and reached out for the soft warm skin of the woman’s thigh. She shuddered deliciously.
“What has made you wet?”
The woman sat up and her hair tumbled and shimmered down across her shoulders. She tossed her head back exposing the long smooth skin of her neck, and her eyes were wide. “What hasn’t made me wet?” she said.
She ran her eyes appreciatively over the man’s naked body. He was lean and gaunt – a tall man, broad across the chest and shoulders and tapered down to his waist. Each muscle of his abdomen stood out before the taut rack of his flanks. Her eyes drifted down to the thick muscles of his thighs, and then slowly travelled all the way back up to his face. He had sandy brown hair, but it had been bleached golden by the sun, and his face was all hard handsome angles. Not pretty handsome. Rugged handsome.
But it was his eyes that mesmerized her: those dark, dark eyes that seemed to hold so many secrets, and the man’s voice – deep and gravelly and seductive. She could listen to him talk for hours. In fact she just had.
She had picked him up hitchhiking on the side of the road earlier that morning and they had spent the last four hours driving together. But she still didn’t know his name, and he didn’t know hers. Somehow it didn’t matter, and maybe it was better this way.
“I’ve never met a man who was an experienced BDSM Master before,” the woman said, and her voice was suddenly husky. “Some of the stories you told me in the car about the submissive women you had trained and spent time with were hot.”
The man raised a questioning eyebrow. “Are you interested in the lifestyle?”
“What girl isn’t?” the woman asked seriously. “I’ve read all the books.”
The man smiled again. He eased himself down onto the bed beside the woman and his mouth wandered over her breast, his lips kneading and plucking at her firm flesh, his tongue sliding and teasing. The woman felt her sex melting. She felt a sense of strange impatience, and she began to undulate her hips against his lower body.
The man’s big hand drifted down the flat taut hollow of her abdomen and lingered for a moment when his fingers touched the elastic of her panties. His mouth rose from her breast, up along the soft curve of her throat, and then he kissed her hard, thrusting and flickering his tongue possessively inside her mouth. The woman moaned. Her lips parted to the insistent demand of him and as she kissed him back with the desperate hunger of her need, her legs fell open almost instinctively. She slid her hand down until it was covering his, and urged him to continue touching her.
“Don’t stop. Please!”
The man’s hand moved lower inch by tantalizing inch until the woman could feel the pressure of his fingers against her sex through the silky sheer fabric. She moaned again. Her arms went tight around the man’s neck as her hips lifted from the mattress to meet the insistence of his touch. She could feel the teasing press of his fingers sliding the damp material into the creases and folds of her. Then suddenly his hand stopped, and the man broke the kiss. The woman’s eyes went wide in desperate alarm and confusion.
“Get up!” he said sharply. The woman flinched, blinked, and then understood. She saw the dark smoldering look in the man’s eyes. She rose to her feet and stood beside the bed in an obedient rush. The man smiled up into the woman’s face, but his smile was grim.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered. The woman didn’t hesitate. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband and the sheer white lace fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of the underwear and left it on the floor.
She closed her eyes, aroused by the erotic thrill of being naked and on display before the handsome stranger, feeling a sensation of waves ripple down her spine like surges of electricity. She swallowed hard, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the man was looking at her with an expression that seemed to caress her skin. She felt her nipples harden in reflex. He reached out and casually drew the fingernail of one finger across her breast, and then scratched it lightly down towards the muscles of her stomach. She sucked in a deep breath and held it. Her knees felt like they might collapse from under her.
“Do not move!” the man said harshly. He got slowly to his feet and turned the woman around. His hands on her skin felt like fire. He steered her to the hotel window and pulled back the curtains. Warm heat radiated through the glass and the room filled with bright sunlight.
“This is to repay you for the ride,” he said from behind her. Then he bent her over at the waist and she reached out for the windowsill. She was trembling now. She could feel the heat of his body pressed close behind her.
The man slid his hand down between the woman’s thighs and pushed her legs apart. His hand went greedily to the shaved mound of her sex. The skin there was soft and smooth and hot. He ran his fingers expertly across the swelling folds of her flesh and the dampness of her arousal was slick and slippery to his touch. The woman moaned a throaty sound of anticipation and longing, then glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide and pleading with the intensity of her desire. The man smiled.  He pressed the hardness of himself against the gaped opening of her hungry body, and then reached forward and fisted one hand tightly in the tangles of her hair. He tugged hard, lifting the woman’s face so that she was looking out through the window at the passing traffic.
“I want you to be on display,” the man said. “I want everyone who looks in this window to see what your face looks like as I fill you with my shaft.”
The woman groaned, a sultry, throaty moan of passion and lust. She nodded her head, and her breathing was ragged and unsteady.
“Yes,” she said. “God, yes.”
She felt the first inch of him slide within her, and he was massively thick and burning hot. She felt herself being stretched, and her body began to thrill and shudder. There was a sudden warm rush of her arousal, molten and uncoiling in the pit of her stomach – and then he was withdrawing himself, teasing her and maddening her with frustration.
“Reach down between your legs,” the man said. “Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”
She did as he ordered. Her hand came away glistening with the juices of her excitement. She held her fingers up for him to see.
“Write my name on the window,” he said. “Use the juices on your fingers to tell the world who owns you.”
The woman gasped. A thundering jolt of wicked, sexy exhilaration burst over her with a force that buckled her legs. It was the most erotic, sexual moment of her life. “I don’t know your name.”
The man thrust himself all the way inside the woman with a single fluid stroke. The woman sobbed. She felt her orgasm hit instantly – overcome with a surge of pleasure that had been built up with anticipation, and driven to the very edge by the deliciously wicked way he was dominating her. She cried out – a long deep moan of blissful pleasure and the force of her release filled the darkness behind her closed eyes with an explosion of white flashing lights and dizzy relief.
“Stone,” the man said. “My name is Jack Stone.”

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As a writer of erotic romance, the beauty of the genre is not in creating lavish settings for my stories. Nor is my fascination for erotic romance drawn from the opportunity to create handsome heroes and beautiful heroines. My real love for the genre stems from the opportunity to take my readers on a journey and engage as many of their emotions as possible. I believe writing erotic romance gives authors the most influence over how a reader feels as we engage them in our stories. Writers of action books, or horror books certainly can create compelling situations, but with erotic romance we writers can immerse our readers in a multitude of emotions unprecedented in any other form of creative fiction. I can frustrate readers, make them laugh, make them cry, delight them, intrigue them, inform them - erotic fiction is a total emotional experience, and it is gratifying to hear readers respond to stories with passion. I believe readers want to be engaged and drawn into the pages of a story, and as a writer of erotic romance, we have the greatest opportunity because our stories are always relatable. They may be fictional worlds and fictional characters, but the themes of love and romance and erotica are so universal, and so personal to each of us that we all respond to stories in different ways. But we all respond. And that’s the true joy of writing erotic romance. It matters not so much how you respond as you read... it matters only that you do respond. If a writer can engage you and make you feel, then the story’s journey is one well worth taking.

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Bestselling author Vivien Sparx talks about her amazing new hero,Jack Stone in the lead-up to the release of one of the year’s most anticipatedbooks; ‘JACK STONE – WILD JUSTICE’

1. I noticed there is another Jack Stone book called  ‘Jack Stone – Deadly Revenge’ on the Jack Stone fan page. Any idea when that book will be published?

I am hoping to have ‘Jack Stone – Deadly Revenge’ ready for publication at the end of July. That means about one month in between titles. Ideally I would like to keep that kind of pace going.

2. Jack Stone seems very different from the other ‘bookboyfriends’ being written about over the last few years. Was that a deliberatedecision?
place on a very wide landscape – literally all of America. Was that part of the

Yes! I deliberately did not want Jack Stone to be another damaged, troubled, dark, emotional, shattered, wrecked, lost….  soul! He doesn’t need fixing. He doesn’t have any real emotional problems. He is a man on a mission, and he’s not haunted by some deep dark emotional secret. He’s a tough guy, but he’s got his ‘shit sorted’. He knows exactly who he is and he doesn’t care if people like him or not. He’s not out to impress, and he’s not out to please anybody. He’s a man on a mission and he’s exactly the opposite of all the other book characters going around at the moment.

3. You keep referring to Jack’s ‘mission’. Care to explain?

No! It will all become clear when people read ‘Jack Stone – Wild Justice’. This book sets out what Jack Stone is all about. It shows his tough side, his determination, his alpha-male sexy side(!) and a lot of his personality. I think readers will get a sense of who Jack Stone is and what kind of a man he is. In future books, more and more of his background and personality will be revealed.

4. ‘Jack Stone – Wild Justice’ sets up the series to take

Yes! I was tired of writing (and reading) about billionaire’s and virgins. There is only so much that can be done with those kind of characters! Jack Stone is totally different! You won’t find Jack wearing a suit, or undressing some naïve virgin in the back of a limousine or on a boardroom table. Jack is a man’s man and the sort of guy who wears jeans and t-shirts. The series is deliberately set in such a way that doesn’t confine the character – that lets him move from location to location and storyline to storyline.

5. Is Jack Stone a good guy?
Yes. Absolutely. He’s a tough, hard man with an absolute sense of moral justice. If he sees something wrong he will get involved. If he sees something that needs fixing he will step in. Writing the kick-ass action sequences were almost as much fun as writing the sex scenes! Jack will not take a backward step when it comes to conflict. But he’s no fool. Jack is smart, clever, and educated.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: BLOCK 24 by Evan Tyler

Block 24

by: Evan Tyler


A re-emergence of the past…

Natalie Clarke might be spiteful at best and vicious at worst, but was that reason enough for Phillip Gise to leave her lonely and diseased? Fortunately, she has a set of devious plans that just might keep her busy enough to forget her present situation.

Guy Lewis has played Best Friend Extraordinaire to Natalie since grade school, supporting her through all of her daily drama. This time around, Guy runs into his own troubles when his fierce, wealthy manager gives him the type of attention he never asked for…or expected.

Julia Clarke, Natalie’s younger sister, has arrived in Brooklyn to uncover their grandmother’s secret life in Block 24, the site of Auschwitz’s little-known brothel. What Julia discovers proves more relevant in the present age than ever before.

Both heady and sobering, Block 24 is a look at the ways evil from the past can so insidiously visit the present.


Philip lay back on the bed, resettling the pillow behind his head and crossing his feet at the end of the bed.  Natalie stared at his toes.  “You know,” he said, “my mother went a little crazy when she found out I wasn't a virgin anymore. She sent me to a priest.” He chuckled. “I was nineteen. ”
Natalie gasped. “What, is she insane? Or just a slut-shamer?”
Philip climbed up to her end of the bed, lying on his side in front of her, his face a kiss away from hers.  “Neither. She raised me with a lot of faith values. Church every Sunday. Sacraments. Catholic school. All of it.”  He looked at her carefully, sliding a stray eyelash from beneath her eye and staring at it on his index finger. “My dad and mom left their countries to practice their faith freely. It’s a big deal to them.”
Natalie dropped her eyes. “What about their kids? They can’t expect you guys to be who they are. Or believe what they believe.”
“They do. I'm still a Catholic, baby.” He laughed. “A pretty fucked up one, but still. And all three of my sisters are still virgins.”
She looked back up. “How do you know that?”
“Male intuition.”
She shook her head.  “So, what about me? Could you tell I was a whore when you first met me?”
Philip gave a short laugh, shaking his head, rolling his eyes, ultimately dismissing the question. “My mother and father were both virgins when they married. Kinda wild, when I think about it.”
Natalie humphed  “Not wild. The exact opposite of wild, really. And while I’m sure that your parents' so-called purity really impresses you, I hate to break it to you—they're not virgins anymore.”
“What gave that away?” He smiled.
Natalie wanted with all her indignant heart to wilt that smile. “I’m sure they enjoy their sex life. Sure your dad gets some even more than you do. Sure your mom's a super freak.  It aint a crime, Philip.”
“She’s married, Nat.” 
“And you’re not,” she said, mocking his stillness with her syrupy, school-teacher voice.  “You’re not them. We're not your fucking parents.  We’ve got no reason to feel bad. You've got absolutely no reason to feel guilty.”  She went suddenly into crude mode, her voice gruff and loud.  “You’re Philip Fucking Gise.  The original PG.”
He looked down, his eyelashes casting a shadow right below his eyes. “Well, we both could afford to be a little more G-rated, Nat.  Come on,  baby, let’s get up.”
She reached for his wrist before he could slide off the bed. “If I'm such a whore, why are you with me? Why do you fuck with me? Better yet, why do you fuck me? There are enough girls like Julia in the world. You could go find one.” 
He looked at her, solemn. “We're not gonna have this talk, Natalie.” He stood up. “It's getting late.” 

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Friday, June 28, 2013

Release Day Giveaway: THE BEST IS YET TO COME by Renee Peterson

The Best is Yet to Come

(Brothers of the Bayou book #3)

by: Renee Peterson

Release Date: June 28, 2013


Rafe Chauvin left his home in the blink of an eye twelve years ago, running from a secret he kept buried deep inside.  The day after his high school graduation, he joined the Army to escape the pain the secret brought. 
When Serena Adams told Rafe Chauvin the lie of a lifetime twelve years ago, she thought he would be relieved.  She never imagined what consequences that one reckless night would lead to.  After years of trying to escape her lies, she returns to her hometown in South Louisiana.
Hannah Matthews is a war widow. Her husband, Tom, left her behind with two very young daughters.  Tom made his best friend Rafe promise that if anything was to happen to him that he would look after his girls.  Bound by honor, Rafe keeps his promise, stepping and and forming a close friendship with Hannah.
When Serena is hired to plan the weddings of both Rafe’s brothers, they are brought together for the first time in over a decade. Lies are finally uncovered, leaving a trail of anger and bitterness in their wake.  As the paths of these three individuals converge and they reach a crossroads in their lives, will they move forward and discover that the best is yet to come?

PLEASE note that while this is the third and final book in the Brothers of the Bayou Series, it can be read as a stand alone novel.

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Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: EVERY ROSE by Lynetta Halat

Every Rose

by: Lynetta Halat


What do you do when you realize you were foolish enough to throw away true, unconditional love? 
Lorraina Dabney turns her back on her creativity and tumultuous upbringing to embark on a college career that will lead her to law school and to becoming what she values most in life—a controlled, powerful, respected woman. When she stumbles upon her childhood friend's artwork, she feels inspired to reconnect with him and her former self.  This onslaught of emotion will send Lorraina into a tale-spin to figure out exactly why she abandoned all that she was, all that she could've been.

Coming from his own chaotic upbringing, Michael falls quickly and deeply in love with Lorraina at a tender age. Even her rejection can't stand in the way of his obsession. When she starts to date other boys, however, Michael finally relents, causing him to spiral further into a world filled with violence, drugs, alcohol, and women. Realizing his lifestyle will only lead to his further estrangement from Lorraina, Michael sets about to turn himself around before going to get his girl.
Michael Bang will have Lorraina questioning everything.

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Star Rating: 3.5 out of 5

Heat Rating: Mild

I finished reading Every Rose a few days ago and I have been staring at my computer screen trying to figure out how I am going to review this story, without over-sharing and without tearing up while doing this emotional (and slightly religious) book justice.  Here is my attempt:

Every Rose was not the story I was expecting to read when I picked this up a few weeks ago.  I was assumed this was an angst filled story about two friends who were recovering from terrible pasts, finally reuniting and becoming lovers.  Well, I assumed wrong! (You know what they say about assuming...)  Every Rose took me by surprise and left me gutted,  Michael and Lorraina's journey from being best friends as teenagers to falling in love as young adults was an unexpected and enjoyable book (not ansty or drama-filled chaos at all)  

The first part of the story is written going back and forth into the past as Lorraina journals her time and past friendship with Michael while also showing the reader the present as Michael and Lorraina reconnect after many years apart.  This was an interesting way for us to get to know Michael as a character, but I would have loved a Michael POV or journaling in the beginning (I would have liked to get into his head and hear his thoughts at several point in the story really).  

Every Rose was written beautifully, giving the reader a chance to fall in love along with the characters, while the story flowed in a natural way that was easy to get lost in.  Michael and Lorraina kept their relationship a secret so the reader gets wrapped up in their new found love and everything else drops away.  The story focuses on the main characters and their lives, never allowing secondary characters to take over or get in the way (really we don't get introduced to other characters which was a nice change for their not to be a quirky best friend ready for a book 2 spin off)

If you are looking for a sweet, coming together of old friends who always wanted more you are in for a treat with Michael and Lorraina.  You will fall in love, have your heart broken and find yourself left at the end not wanting to let go of this story, it will haunt you for days afterward.  Grab a box of Kleenex and find a comfortable place to sit, because once you start reading you won't be able to stop until it is all over.  (BONUS:  on Friday 6/28 Lynetta Halat is releasing an epilogue and bonus scene for this book, I got to read it early and trust me it isn't to be missed)


Michael shakes his head and grins at me. I fight the sudden urge to run my hands through that silky midnight hair of his. “Always so quick to label and categorize.  I guess that’s what will make you an excellent attorney. Assess. Label. Categorize. Add up the W’s. ” He leans in a little and whispers, “How about we just go with the flow? See where it leads us. Label later?” He raises his brows, offering my type-A dominant personality a direct challenge.

Caution to the wind, very atypical for me, I reply, “OK. I’m up for it.” Challenge accepted. “You?” Challenge returned.

“You bet, Lorraina,” he rasps softly.

He leans into my door and places his hands on top of mine. I’m suddenly quite anxious and ever so grateful for the door between us. My hands get clammy and my heart races. Blood races and pounds in my ears, making me feel very much awake now. One hand moves up to brush my hair from my forehead and moves down feather light until his knuckles brush across my cheekbone and lips. He pulls his thumb slowly across my lips. It’s excruciating. It’s exquisite.

Both of his hands come forward to frame my face gently, and he pulls me in for a kiss. A too quick kiss. It’s over before I realize it’s even begun. He gives me a half smile and turns and walks away.
“Michael!” My voice barely sounds human. More animal in nature. It’s raw with ache.

He turns and takes two long strides back to me. This time when he grasps my head it’s anything but gentle. He pulls my lip in and nudges my lips open with his. All rational thought escapes me. I mirror his grasp and enjoy the fullness I feel with him in my mouth. I give as good as I get. This kiss is nothing like our two before. I savor it.

When he turns to walk away, I release a long pent up breath. If he would’ve looked back, he would’ve seen that I was the one on my knees now.


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For as long as she can remember, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written countless stories and plays since she was a young girl. A teacher by day and an avid reader and closet writer by night, she has always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember; and her first novel, Every Rose, is the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing. Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a master's degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia. A self-proclaimed "Coast Girl," she lives in Mississippi with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. She is currently at work on her second book.

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