Have you
ever been so desperate you made a decision that would haunt you forever?
Jess has.
She became
a porn star.
Jess is on
the run from her past. She has no friends, no life. She tries to forget
everything that happened to her all those years ago. After changing her image,
leaving her home and getting a new job, she’s determined it won’t happen again.
If that means never being close to anyone ever again, then so be it.
If only
Hunter O’Reilly didn’t make her wish things could be different.
Hunter
needs this job. After being screwed over by his partner—make that ex-partner—his investigation business is
on the line. Already in debt, he eagerly takes on the job of finding some
stolen money at triple his going rate and all leads point in Jess’s direction.
He expects problems at that price. But he doesn’t expect to fall for her.
However, no
job is ever that simple. When he’s forced to spend more time with her, the
lines between business and pleasure are blurred. And once Jess’s life comes
under threat, they have to make a decision, can they both overcome Jess’s past?
Coming September 5th
“I won’t apologize for behaving like
a gentleman,” I snap.
Both brows rise and she crosses her
arms across her chest. “Is that what that was? Behaving like a gentleman?
Because it looked to me like you were acting like… like…”
“Say it.”
“Like a fucking jilted lover.”
Godammit. Now I’ve got visions of
all the things I would do to her if I really were her lover. I can just imagine
peeling off that tight t-shirt, taking down those little shorts. Tearing into her tights. Feeling that
warm skin against mine. Tasting it. I hold back a groan and focus on her
blazing eyes. And not on the way the
street lights highlight her slightly golden skin, or brings out tiny blonde
streaks in her hair.
“You know what, it’s too much. Just
back off, please.”
I stiffen. What the hell?
“Just because I’m handling your account
and you come to the bar a lot doesn’t mean we’re friends. And just because I—”
“Hit me in the head with a door?”
“I said I was sorry! Look, I think
you should find somewhere else to drink from now on. The regulars won’t welcome
you back.”
Christ, if I’d been thinking with my
head instead of my cock, I would have played this whole thing better. I am
better than this. Problem is, if I’m not following her or spending time with
her, she’s all I think about. I have been acting crazy. And I’m just about to
screw up the best paying case of my life. I need to salvage this. Fast.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I take a
step forward and see the flutter of panic in her eyes. “I like you.
“Hunter—” Her hands land on my chest
as I come closer. If I glance down will I see smoke rising? As it feels as
though her palms must be singeing a hole in my shirt. I don’t even want to
think about how hot and hard my cock is.
“I don’t know why, Jess, but I can’t
stop thinking about you…”
At some point I’ve stopped lying.
Shit, what is it about this woman that makes me lose control of my mouth?
“Well, I don’t like you,” Jess
declares.
”Sure about that?” I murmur as I
lower my head.
She looks up at me, the whole deer
caught in the headlights expression on her face, and I feel gratified she’s as
lost as I am. If I don’t get to taste those lips, I’m going to go insane. I
need to know.
“Just one taste,” I whisper against
her lips.
She nods. I think. Well, she doesn’t
move. Jess seems to be frozen but her fingers dig into my chest and I take that
as the go ahead. I skim my lips over hers and dart my tongue out to sample the
seam of her lips. She tastes so good. My body is on fire with need. Hands
landing on her hips, I hold her close and pin her forcefully against me. She
gasps, giving me the opportunity to take her mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.
Her tongue meets mine and I close my eyes so I can concentrate on the
sensation.
Jess bunches my shirt in her hands.
I think I hear a button snap. But it’s not enough. If I’m going to do this once,
I’m going to do it properly. I bring my hands up to her face and cup both
cheeks, bending her back marginally. She’s vulnerable and open to me, her
breasts are crushed against my chest and her heart thuds wildly against my
skin.
Rocking my hips into her, I press
deeper still, holding her face vehemently. The tiniest moan echoes between us
and I answer it with a groan.
“So good.” I break away briefly to
drag my lips across her cheek to her ear. “You taste so good.”
Samantha lives in a small village in England with her
gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She
traditionally writes historical romances involving chivalrous knights and hot
highlanders, but occasionally dabbles in contemporary romance.
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