We are very excited to announce the release date of When I'm With You by Harper Sloan. The release for the third book in the Hope Town series will be April 26.
Enjoy this sexy excerpt while you wait!
SYNOPSIS:
Nate:
It’s
nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents,
my sister, and just about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that
love. To give your trust to someone else and believe they would die before hurting
you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also seen the pain.
Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear
is that by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried
harder, but I’m not sure I can because I only feel complete when I’m with her.
Emberlyn:
The
only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me
straight to my bones. Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him.
A sliver of his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it took was one
drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave. Now,
I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.
He
said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t
understand. I said we could weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he
was right.
EXCERPT:
“I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing
and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming
around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve
dreamed of this for so long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I
rock my hips.
“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips
out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in the need of
when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck
straining as he takes my hips again between his hands.
“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up
my movements, each thrust up getting the attention to my clit that has the burn
in my core starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs
through my body, gearing up to explode.
“Fuck!” he roars.
Before I realize what’s happening, he's flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath
away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the
climax that had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off
my face with both hands. When I look
down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man
kneeling between my spread legs.
He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving
with their power. His hair is a loose
mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face
that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care about.
And his eyes are focused downward.
If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming
feelings as I was, I would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another
reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and
wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need.
The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a
high I never want to live without.
Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second
we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion
he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding
around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.
And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat,
pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes
mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His
underwear still keeping him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from
thrusting against my body as if he was already inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard
slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my head.
It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to
control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free
of his careful control. When I try to
push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his
eyes at me.
“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all.
I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to fucking come all
over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the
inside of your pussy. Do not test me by
putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show
you what it’s really like to take while giving.”
“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so
desperately.
“No, not please.
From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my
name. Moan, groan, scream out your
pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,” he
stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t
come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear
with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud
enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”
“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his
weight on me restricts my movements.
“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is
taking you and making you his.”
He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out
until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling
around my fingers.
“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.
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