We're so excited to share with you exclusives from Three Broken Promises AND Drew + Fable FOREVER by Monica Murphy! We fell in love with Drew + Fable in One Week Girlfriend and can't wait for you to get a sneak peek at the mysterious Colin and his story!
Enjoy the sexy Three Broken Promises (releasing 12/31) excerpt and the heartwarming teaser from Drew + Fable FOREVER (releasing 1/14). And don't forget to preorder! PLUS enter to win a SIGNED Three Broken Promises and ebooks of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend! Good Luck!
Enjoy the sexy Three Broken Promises (releasing 12/31) excerpt and the heartwarming teaser from Drew + Fable FOREVER (releasing 1/14). And don't forget to preorder! PLUS enter to win a SIGNED Three Broken Promises and ebooks of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend! Good Luck!
Three Broken Promises Exclusive Excerpt - Coming December 31
His lips are warm and soft, the kiss simple. My emotions are anything but, colliding within me and dying to get out. Chaotic and out of control, as I realize this is the very first time our lips have actually touched. We’ve kissed each other’s cheeks and foreheads, but never lips.
I’ve wanted this for far too long, but I think . . . no, I know he’s half asleep. He probably doesn’t even realize what he’s doing . . . does he? He called me Jennifer and he never, ever calls me that. I’m simply Jen.
Good ol’ I-can-always-count-on-her Jen.
Colin releases his hold on one of my hands and reaches for me, cupping my face, his thumb caressing my cheek as he turns more fully toward me. His chest brushes against mine, my nipples harden almost painfully, and I slide my hands up his chest, over his pecs, winding them around his neck so I can bury my fingers into his silky, soft hair.
I love touching him. Hate how secretive it always is, under the cover of darkness, the shroud of nightmares, the bleakness of night. I have my own secrets that I hide. Ugly, terrible things I’m desperate to keep locked inside. If he ever found out, I know he’d never look at me the same again.
This time between us is different, though. Our mouths cling to each other, our lips slowly parting with every pass, but I refuse to be the first one to take this deeper.
Refuse? More like I’m too scared to take this deeper. What if he turns me away? I don’t think I could deal with that.
“God, what you do to me.” He murmurs the words against my lips, his breath hot as he exhales shakily. His other hand is at my hip, nestling me closer, and I can feel him. Every blessed, hot inch of his bare, firm skin, the boxer briefs he wears, the thrust of his erection beneath them.
A matching shuddery breath leaves me when I realize he’s hard. His hand slips up my cheek, into my hair, until his fingers are at the back of my head, tightening around the long strands until I have no choice but to bend my head back, my new tattoo aching, the adhesive from the bandage tugging the few hairs that are captured beneath it.
It hurts, but I revel in the pain. Because it means I’m alive and Colin is touching me, kissing me. I want more.
So much more than what I’m willing to ask for.
He shifts his position, towering over me, dominating me, and a delicious shiver runs over my skin and through my veins, settling between my legs.
“I could take you like this.” His hips thrust against mine, a slow, sensual roll that nearly makes my eyes cross. I try my best to withhold the whimper of pleasure that wants to escape, but it’s no use. “Would you like that?” he asks, his perfect full lips tilting up at the corners. He’s looking right at me, his lids lowered, his gaze smoldering and nearly setting me on fire.
I’ve wanted this for far too long, but I think . . . no, I know he’s half asleep. He probably doesn’t even realize what he’s doing . . . does he? He called me Jennifer and he never, ever calls me that. I’m simply Jen.
Good ol’ I-can-always-count-on-her Jen.
Colin releases his hold on one of my hands and reaches for me, cupping my face, his thumb caressing my cheek as he turns more fully toward me. His chest brushes against mine, my nipples harden almost painfully, and I slide my hands up his chest, over his pecs, winding them around his neck so I can bury my fingers into his silky, soft hair.
I love touching him. Hate how secretive it always is, under the cover of darkness, the shroud of nightmares, the bleakness of night. I have my own secrets that I hide. Ugly, terrible things I’m desperate to keep locked inside. If he ever found out, I know he’d never look at me the same again.
This time between us is different, though. Our mouths cling to each other, our lips slowly parting with every pass, but I refuse to be the first one to take this deeper.
Refuse? More like I’m too scared to take this deeper. What if he turns me away? I don’t think I could deal with that.
“God, what you do to me.” He murmurs the words against my lips, his breath hot as he exhales shakily. His other hand is at my hip, nestling me closer, and I can feel him. Every blessed, hot inch of his bare, firm skin, the boxer briefs he wears, the thrust of his erection beneath them.
A matching shuddery breath leaves me when I realize he’s hard. His hand slips up my cheek, into my hair, until his fingers are at the back of my head, tightening around the long strands until I have no choice but to bend my head back, my new tattoo aching, the adhesive from the bandage tugging the few hairs that are captured beneath it.
It hurts, but I revel in the pain. Because it means I’m alive and Colin is touching me, kissing me. I want more.
So much more than what I’m willing to ask for.
He shifts his position, towering over me, dominating me, and a delicious shiver runs over my skin and through my veins, settling between my legs.
“I could take you like this.” His hips thrust against mine, a slow, sensual roll that nearly makes my eyes cross. I try my best to withhold the whimper of pleasure that wants to escape, but it’s no use. “Would you like that?” he asks, his perfect full lips tilting up at the corners. He’s looking right at me, his lids lowered, his gaze smoldering and nearly setting me on fire.
Drew + Fable FOREVER Exclusive Teaser - Coming January 14
The tears fall silently, one after another, sliding down my cheeks, dripping from my jaw to land on the ground. But these aren’t tears of sadness, they’re happy. I’ve come full circle. I remember the last time he left me a letter like this, when I didn’t see the hidden message at first. When I’d been so overcome with desolation and loneliness. That letter had given me hope and though he’d let me down at first, he’d eventually come back into my life the way he was meant to.
Now, we belong to each other. And though he’s busy and consumed with his new career, nervous over it, starting a new life with me, and fully reconciling with his father, he still takes the time to write me a sweet little poem that lets me know exactly how he feels.
He’s still in need of the occasional rescue. And I’m the only one who can really save him.
Now, we belong to each other. And though he’s busy and consumed with his new career, nervous over it, starting a new life with me, and fully reconciling with his father, he still takes the time to write me a sweet little poem that lets me know exactly how he feels.
He’s still in need of the occasional rescue. And I’m the only one who can really save him.
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