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Lovers Restored!
Learn about Kelsie's "lady cave" in a charming and cute guest post!
And, don't forget to enter to win a $75 Gift card to a retailer of your
choosing or a $10 Starbucks Gift Card.
Exclusive Excerpt
He rocked his hips, his erection rubbing against her clit through the layers of clothing between them, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. “You’re my Halle,” he whispered, pulling her bottom lip from her teeth. “You always have been.”
The moment a moan left her throat, their mouths crashed together, teeth tugging, tongues licking, lips bruising. She arched her back and slinked her body against his chest, rolling her center over his erection again and again. At some point, her bra found its way to the floorboard along with Cooper’s shirt. She felt crazed, and powerful, and so, so, good.
“Are you going to make me rip these goddamn shorts off you, or are you going to be a good girl and take them off for me?”
Keeping her lips on his, she smiled and maneuvered herself up enough to pull her linen shorts down. She’d barely slipped a leg out before her panties were shredded from her body.
She gasped. “Impatient?”
“I didn’t say anything about your thong,” he said, wasting no time pushing two fingers inside her. The sensation was so intense she nearly lost her balance.
With her head thrown back between her shoulders, she pressed the small of her back against the steering wheel for leverage as she moved in rhythm with his strokes.
“Oh, damn baby, you’re drenched.”
She moaned and bucked her hips above him.
“That’s it, ride my fingers. But don’t you dare come.”
“What?” she breathed, rolling her head forward to look at him.
His mouth twitched with a smirk. “When you come, my cock will be buried inside you, claiming every second of your orgasm.”
Peering at him beneath hooded lids, she nodded. “Now. Then do it now.” She fumbled her fingers over the waist of his jeans, silently cursing the small amount of time it took her to undo the button and slid the zipper down. But the sound that tore from his chest as she wrapped his cock in her hand made it worth it.
Withdrawing from her sex, he positioned her over the head of his erection. Pleasure shot through her center as he lowered her onto him. Slowly, she took him inside her, inch by perfect inch, until she couldn’t take anymore.
She didn’t have much strength left in her—she was too close. With her nails digging into his biceps, she rested her forehead on his and released a low whimper.
“You need to come, baby?” he asked, his thrusts coming hard and fast.
“Yes,” she cried, pushing against him, angling her body so the tip of his cock hit her G-spot. Every. Time.
“Lean back.”
As soon as her back was against the steering wheel, Cooper’s thumb was on her clit. Unlike his relentless thrusts, his touch was gentle, and the different stimulations tumbled her over the edge and through her orgasm.
She held onto his thighs and screamed through ripple upon ripple of flourishing aches that never lessened. Oh my God. She was going to come again.
“Cooper,” she cried out, her voice quaking.
“There’s my girl.” His finger never let up its slow, rhythmic caress, but his hips moved harder, faster, driving his cock inside her.
This time, when her orgasm hit, she was too spent to even hum a moan. Instead, she collapsed onto him and buried her face in his neck.
Cooper’s grip tightened on her waist. “Fuck,” he growled, then his release spilled inside her.
When his body finally stilled, he folded his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. “See what you do to me?”
Did he not know what he did to her?
The moment a moan left her throat, their mouths crashed together, teeth tugging, tongues licking, lips bruising. She arched her back and slinked her body against his chest, rolling her center over his erection again and again. At some point, her bra found its way to the floorboard along with Cooper’s shirt. She felt crazed, and powerful, and so, so, good.
“Are you going to make me rip these goddamn shorts off you, or are you going to be a good girl and take them off for me?”
Keeping her lips on his, she smiled and maneuvered herself up enough to pull her linen shorts down. She’d barely slipped a leg out before her panties were shredded from her body.
She gasped. “Impatient?”
“I didn’t say anything about your thong,” he said, wasting no time pushing two fingers inside her. The sensation was so intense she nearly lost her balance.
With her head thrown back between her shoulders, she pressed the small of her back against the steering wheel for leverage as she moved in rhythm with his strokes.
“Oh, damn baby, you’re drenched.”
She moaned and bucked her hips above him.
“That’s it, ride my fingers. But don’t you dare come.”
“What?” she breathed, rolling her head forward to look at him.
His mouth twitched with a smirk. “When you come, my cock will be buried inside you, claiming every second of your orgasm.”
Peering at him beneath hooded lids, she nodded. “Now. Then do it now.” She fumbled her fingers over the waist of his jeans, silently cursing the small amount of time it took her to undo the button and slid the zipper down. But the sound that tore from his chest as she wrapped his cock in her hand made it worth it.
Withdrawing from her sex, he positioned her over the head of his erection. Pleasure shot through her center as he lowered her onto him. Slowly, she took him inside her, inch by perfect inch, until she couldn’t take anymore.
She didn’t have much strength left in her—she was too close. With her nails digging into his biceps, she rested her forehead on his and released a low whimper.
“You need to come, baby?” he asked, his thrusts coming hard and fast.
“Yes,” she cried, pushing against him, angling her body so the tip of his cock hit her G-spot. Every. Time.
“Lean back.”
As soon as her back was against the steering wheel, Cooper’s thumb was on her clit. Unlike his relentless thrusts, his touch was gentle, and the different stimulations tumbled her over the edge and through her orgasm.
She held onto his thighs and screamed through ripple upon ripple of flourishing aches that never lessened. Oh my God. She was going to come again.
“Cooper,” she cried out, her voice quaking.
“There’s my girl.” His finger never let up its slow, rhythmic caress, but his hips moved harder, faster, driving his cock inside her.
This time, when her orgasm hit, she was too spent to even hum a moan. Instead, she collapsed onto him and buried her face in his neck.
Cooper’s grip tightened on her waist. “Fuck,” he growled, then his release spilled inside her.
When his body finally stilled, he folded his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. “See what you do to me?”
Did he not know what he did to her?
Book Summary & Purchase Link
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
So much need. So much desire…
It's been exactly ten years since Halle Morgan last set foot in her tiny hometown. Now she's back, but only long enough to honor the memory of her best friend and try to leave the past behind her. But with one look at Cooper Bale, Halle knows there is no escape from the past—or from the man she wants like no other.
Cooper can't let go of his painful memories, or the guilt that tore him and Halle apart. And try as he might, he can't forget the bittersweet night they once shared. Even now, longing sizzles between them, potent and insatiable. Though blissful nights spent in Halle's arms heal the bitterness in Cooper's heart, they know they have no future…until they let go of the past that brought them together.
So much need. So much desire…
It's been exactly ten years since Halle Morgan last set foot in her tiny hometown. Now she's back, but only long enough to honor the memory of her best friend and try to leave the past behind her. But with one look at Cooper Bale, Halle knows there is no escape from the past—or from the man she wants like no other.
Cooper can't let go of his painful memories, or the guilt that tore him and Halle apart. And try as he might, he can't forget the bittersweet night they once shared. Even now, longing sizzles between them, potent and insatiable. Though blissful nights spent in Halle's arms heal the bitterness in Cooper's heart, they know they have no future…until they let go of the past that brought them together.
Meet Kelsie and read what she has to say about her "lady cave"
I am a wife and a mommy to two adorable knuckleheads, hair stylist by day, writer by night. My crazy life revolves around my family (to include two dogs and a cat) and most of the time, actually all of the time, it's a crazy mess - but I love it! Drinking wine and reading books helps :)
I'm a sucker for Romance, add some toe curling smut and I'm done for!
My passion is writing. It's the thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, the thing I think about in between packing lunches and giving baths, and the thing I think about when I close my eyes at night. A book can teleport you to another life, to another world. It can sweep you off your feet, make you fall in love, break your heart and heal your soul. I love reading for those reasons, and I love writing for those reasons.
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I'm a sucker for Romance, add some toe curling smut and I'm done for!
My passion is writing. It's the thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, the thing I think about in between packing lunches and giving baths, and the thing I think about when I close my eyes at night. A book can teleport you to another life, to another world. It can sweep you off your feet, make you fall in love, break your heart and heal your soul. I love reading for those reasons, and I love writing for those reasons.
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Office Love
The bed? The couch? The kitchen counter?
I even like to do it on my living room floor. And I can’t forget the time I did it on the bathroom sink. But you know how it goes, when you get that sudden passionate spark, it doesn’t matter where you are.
Gutter, ladies. Get your head out of the gutter! I’m talking about writing here. Not sex. Although the kitchen counter…..ahem….
I even like to do it on my living room floor. And I can’t forget the time I did it on the bathroom sink. But you know how it goes, when you get that sudden passionate spark, it doesn’t matter where you are.
Gutter, ladies. Get your head out of the gutter! I’m talking about writing here. Not sex. Although the kitchen counter…..ahem….
Hot.
But when it comes to my favorite writing position, I like to go back to the basics. The office.
I know, I know. This may sound pretty boring. But let me assure you. It’s fantastic.
When I’m writing, I sit in my oh-so-comfy leather recliner that I bought specifically for this purpose, and placed it in my office where I knew it would get the appropriate love it deserves. That’s not to say it doesn’t get the occasional Popsicle juice or fruit snack wrapper from my kids when the barge in and take over, but mostly, it’s all mine.
But when it comes to my favorite writing position, I like to go back to the basics. The office.
I know, I know. This may sound pretty boring. But let me assure you. It’s fantastic.
When I’m writing, I sit in my oh-so-comfy leather recliner that I bought specifically for this purpose, and placed it in my office where I knew it would get the appropriate love it deserves. That’s not to say it doesn’t get the occasional Popsicle juice or fruit snack wrapper from my kids when the barge in and take over, but mostly, it’s all mine.
On occasion, I use the desk. But not often. Mostly if I’m super tired and the recliner is getting a bit to comfy and I get a little bit sleepy. The desk usually does the trick. And it’s red, which I completely love. Not to mention it rests against the adorable book page wallpaper I did with the pages of my first novel.
And of course, an office wouldn’t be complete without a book collection. I got these shelves at Ikea. I loved the idea of floor to ceiling bookshelves, however I’m an author, not a handyman, and constructing something like that is beyond my drill, hammer, and screwdriver knowledge. Sure, I could’ve asked my husband to come up with something for me. But I’m an instant gratification kind of girl, and I just didn’t have time for that. My books needed a home, and I wanted my office decorated! So Ikea shelves it was. And I think the look pretty damn great.
We can’t forget the fur-babies. There is not a moment I’m in my office when they aren’t right there beside me. But to be fair, the same goes for the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, the garage, hell, even the closet. I’m surprised I haven’t stepped on one by now…
Lastly, my photo wall. I have photo walls all over my house. I can’t help it; I love them. I have a cork board I stick notes to, but let’s be honest, that’s as functional as this wall gets. Looks good though, right?