Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Making Love While the World Burns #NewRelease #RomanticSuspense

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An excerpt...Adult Content Ahead 18+...

Damn, he's sexy, be it in a tuxedo, a T-shirt or nothing at all.  

He slipped into the water and swam to the infinity edge over-looking the hillside and the view beyond. 

She joined him, linked her hands behind his neck and nibbled along his chin.  “It’s been at least twelve hours since I’ve seen you naked, did you know that? Let's not go that long again.”

“Twelve hours and twenty-six minutes to be exact.” 

“We never should have gotten out of bed today.”

“Bolted the doors, stacked the furniture and lived on the stash from the mini-bar.” He frowned and adjusted his hold on her slippery body. "Then again, we would have been caught in a fire..I think things worked out exactly the way they were supposed to, don't you?"

She crushed her lips to his, devoured his mouth with her tongue and teeth. She wanted him to make love to her now, here, against the edge of the pool with the city and sea in the distance. Needed him. Craved his kind of distraction from reality.



She flicked her tongue over his chest and delighted in the taste of sweat and chlorine. The fact that she could laugh despite the fear clenching her chest didn’t escape her. Perhaps the chemistry between them created an intoxicating drug that made her feel invincible because, in his arms, she forgot to be afraid of anything.

She removed her bra and tossed it behind her, not caring where it landed. 

When she kissed him again, she poured her feelings into the movement of her lips on his. Even though she'd been prepared to go it alone, she was thankful she didn't need to — grateful that he'd insisted on staying with her. 

He hoisted her up and tight against him. Water sloshed between them and over the wall. Their mouths merged with an urgency of the moment. Every quiver of fear, every snap of terror bound them in intensity. Fierce. Primal.  

 She clenched the muscles of his shoulders and reveled in his strength. And that strength, that power, is what drove her to possess him, to draw on it until he, too, joined with her in a movement that slammed her hard against the side of the pool. Abandoned to the sensation of him inside her, she arched back and sank her fingernails into his skin.   

He bit her neck before grabbing the back of her head and smashing his mouth against hers. There was nothing gentle or sweet about the way he claimed her with his tongue and his body. 

When the orgasm ripped through her core, she moaned against his lips and wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, sank her fingernails deeper into the muscles of his back. 

With his fingers tangled into her hair, he pulled her face from his and stared into her eyes as he moaned and his body shuddered against hers. Ripples moved out over an otherwise still pool from their joined bodies. 

They stared at each other through the night shadows while the water calmed around them and their breathing slowed to normal. 

"I know you know a bit of my past, that it's been blurted out by—"

"None of it matters."

"It does," he whispered, "my late wife murdered our three year-old daughter and then killed herself while I was at work. I found them."

She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and waited. 

"I don't talk about them to anyone—ever," he admitted without letting her go or looking away from her eyes. 

"I can't imagine the pain—"

"I work. A lot. I lose myself in work, days turn into weeks and weeks into months." He dropped his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. "I'm not impressive. I'm not even nice most of the time. I'm angry. I've pushed everyone away and know that."

"I was your shield..." She slid her lips against the side of his face. 

"...You were." He brushed his mouth over hers. "I don't mention Cynthia or Lily to my parents or to Pam...she was Lily's godmother. I keep that door firmly locked yet, since meeting you, it refuses to stay closed."

She stroked his shoulders and waited, certain he wanted to say more in this unguarded moment of intimacy that transcended the physical even though their bodies remained joined and their limbs entangled. 

"Cynthia...my late wife...hated me." He flattened his palm against the side of her face. "I can be a real jerk, selfish, cut-throat. What happened, it was my fault. The world knows now that we've been linked together. That's what Cleo wanted to tell you, what the people hunting you could exploit, what your family will need to deal with," he pressed his forehead against hers, "For a guy who never talks about his past, I'm not comfortable with any of this." 

"I never intended you to be a headline." She buried her head into his neck and held him tighter. "Fuck what the world thinks. Your mine now." 

"I am. I'm not sure how it happened so fast, but I definitely am." He sighed against her hair and moved his arms to embrace her like she hugged him. 

Tears came—perhaps because of his story or maybe because of hers, she didn't know. Not normally a crier, she struggled to stop them, but they fell unheeded and hot down her face and onto his skin. 

They remained locked in an embrace, each caught up in emotion, while the pool water shimmered like blue glass around their still bodies and the world burned in the distance.

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 From the back cover...

One little lie leads to a whole lot of trouble.

Reclusive international resort developer, Dominic Piazza, needs a date to ward off his matchmaking parents. When he persuades the notorious Vanessa Warren to play his girlfriend for the night, he has no idea he's stepped into the crosshairs of kidnappers who will do anything—destroy everything—to get to her.

Power...it's a heady drug.

Vanessa Warren is America's favorite rebel. Daughter and granddaughter of US Presidents and sister to a future one, her family connections and notoriety are seen as leverage for manipulating the White House—if she's captured.

One true thing...

Trapped in a rapidly escalating international terror plot, Dominic and Vanessa's lie becomes the only real thing in the midst of betrayals, conspiracies, and murder. As their world falls apart, they suddenly only have each other to rely on against ruthless people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Who can they trust? Who is behind the plot—her own family, a political rival of her family's, or a terrorist organization? How far will the kidnappers go—what will they be willing to sacrifice—to control the power of the White House? Is there anywhere in the world where they can find safety?

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