EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: 21 Stolen Kisses by Lauren Blakely


“What would have happened if the time was right?”

Known for her sexy, heartfelt and humorous contemporary romances, as well as deeply emotional new adult stories, Lauren Blakely has just released a standalone forbidden romance that has been described as an “emotionally charged journey”, a story “about falling in love and being in love”, and readers have been calling it this author’s best work to date. Today, I get to share with you a never-seen-before excerpt from 21 Stolen Kisses, and there’s also an awesome giveaway at the bottom of this post… ♥

When I first met him I resisted.
Like any forbidden love, I told myself he was a crush, and it would pass.
That was a lie. It never faded.

And I never expected he would fall for me just as hard. 

There were so many reasons that should have kept us apart, least of all, the decade that separated us.
Growing up in New York City, I learned early on that love is a double-edged sword.
Love broke up my parents, love took away my friends, and love — the big, intense, never-been-like-this-before love — landed me in therapy.
Now I’m heading to college, and it’s time to give love a clean slate again. But, can I really start over when he’s still in my life?
Because the one man I’ve always wanted, is also the only guy I absolutely can’t have…
And he wants me just as fiercely.

Can I settle for anything less than the love of my life?


He looks down at them, then rests his hand on the slats of the bench. I move my hand next to his, and now our hands are so close I feel warm all over, like a dark chocolate bar is melting all through my body. Somewhere, in the distance, a car squeals to a stop at a traffic light. It might as well be happening on Pluto.

“Kennedy,” he says, then shakes his head, but he doesn’t stop looking at me. His eyes, those dark-blue eyes, are like a tractor beam and I can’t let go.

I inch my hand closer, my fingertips nearly touching his. The space between us is charged, buzzing with ions, desperate for contact.

“Say the word,” I say, and I press the tops of my fingers lightly against his. I watch as he spreads open his hand, making room for me. I slide my fingers into his, flesh against flesh at last. The touch of his skin is at once a relief and a thrill. He locks his hand around mine and holds on tight.

“I miss you so much,” he says, looking at me like he did in the car on the on the way to the Yankees game,

“like he did at the café, like he always said he would.

I am happy. I am hope. I am no longer at war with myself. He is where I belong.

“Me too,” I said, gripping his fingers so hard as the slow-motion connection of the moment snaps in a second. In a blur, I move. I straddle him. I climb on top of him, dropping his hands, and lacing my fingers through his hair. He exhales sharply, and his chest tightens. He grips my hips, holding them close, but not too close, keeping a sliver of distance between us, as he always did. We stare at each other. The months melt away and I fall back. Into his blue eyes. Into his touch. Into his arms.

Here in Manhattan, on a bench in the park, the spring night slinking behind us, we are poised to smash into each other. To crash back into orbit.

His lips crush mine, and it is a wild rumpus of kissing, a chaos of lips and tongues and teeth. A pandemonium of sighs and moans and breaths and names. I grip his thighs tighter with my own, pressing against him, chest to chest, body to body, everything aligned. Everything fits, especially me with him, and him with me. He is the puzzle piece that slides into place in my heart, filling all the sad and empty spots inside me.


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The ever-popular Psy-Challenging series by Nalini Singh has a cult following and after thirteen instalments, the cover of the first book in the series–Slave to Sensation–just got re-vamped!!! To mark this occasion, I am so honoured to be able to share with you a very special character interview with the one and only Lucas Hunter, Alpha of the DarkRiver Leopard Pack, as well as a chance to win one of five prize packs including the first five books in the series and a Penguin tote bag, open internationally. ♥

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In a world that denies emotions, where the ruling Psy punish any sign of desire, Sascha Duncan must conceal the feelings that brand her as flawed. To reveal them would be to sentence herself to the horror of “rehabilitation”–the complete psychic erasure of everything she ever was…

Both human and animal, Lucas Hunter is a Changeling hungry for the very sensations the Psy disdain. After centuries of uneasy coexistence, these two races are now on the verge of war over the brutal murders of several Changeling women. Lucas is determined to find the Psy killer who butchered his packmate, and Sascha is his ticket into their closely guarded society. But he soon discovers that this ice-cold Psy is very capable of passion–and that the animal in him is fascinated by her. Caught between their conflicting worlds, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities–or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation…

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Interview with Lucas Hunter, Alpha of the DarkRiver Leopard Pack

1. What’s it like being alpha of a leopard pack?

It’s what I was born to do—to protect my sprawling family, because Pack is family. My leopards are strong, independent changelings. I give them room to grow and to stretch themselves, and in return, they give me their strength and their loyalty.

2. When did you know you’d be an alpha?

It’s always been a deep instinct within me, though as a young child, I didn’t have a name for it. It was as a teenager that my dominance became so powerful that instinct turned into knowledge.

3. What have been the most critical moments of your life?

The first time my life shifted on its axis, I was a boy and I was covered in blood.

The second time, I was a man and sitting across a negotiating table from a cardinal Psy with eyes like the night sky. A cardinal who fascinated my leopard, even though she was ice-cold and businesslike on the surface. Everything changed at that moment.

4. What do you really think of Hawke? (spoiler question)

He’s a damn wolf. What’s there to think about?

I heard your mate thinks you two are friends.

*growling sounds*

Um, right, let’s move on to the next question.

5. Have you managed to get rid of The Toy That Shall Not Be Named? (spoiler question)

I’ve come to peace with it.


Yes—Naya’s clearly using the thing to practice biting and mauling wolves. That’s a good habit. I plan to encourage her to bite and claw hard, maybe tear off an ear to make the message clear.

6. Will you groom Kit to be your alpha replacement now that Kit is a full soldier? (spoiler question)

I—all of us—have been teaching Kit how to be a good alpha since the moment it first became clear he had the strength to be alpha. He didn’t know it then, though I’m sure he’s consciously aware of it now.

There is no rush, not for Kit. I became alpha at a very young age because it was right for me and necessary for DarkRiver, but Kit has no need to take up the responsibility so early. He can grow into his skin at his own pace.

When he’s ready to be alpha of a pack, he’ll know. At that point, he’ll have a choice. Stay with DarkRiver and become a sentinel, or create his own pack. Our ages are too close for him to be my successor and I’m too experienced for him to challenge (not that I believe Kit would ever choose the latter option – the bonds between us are too strong).

If I had to bet, I’d say Kit will form his own pack. The boy has the drive, the courage, and most of all, he has the heart of a true alpha, a heart that will draw others into his fledgling pack. But wherever he goes and whatever he chooses to do, he will always be a packmate, and DarkRiver will always have his back.

7. If the pupcubs turn out to be wolves, will they be DarkRiver or SnowDancer? (spoiler question)

This is new territory for all of us, but the healers say it’s likely they’ll make the choice soon after birth, driven by the primal instinct within. We’re predatory changelings. We need one alpha to whom to look. Neither Hawke nor I will get in the way of that choice, but regardless of what it is, the pupcubs will be born of two packs and will have entry into both packs in a way no others have ever had.

8. What does Naya think when you shift into a panther? Has she grabbed your tail and pulled on it while you’re in cat form? (spoiler question)

*laughter* Of course. She’s as curious as her mother. She’s also a changeling – she  knows I’m her papa, no matter what shape I take. She fell asleep on my back the other night while I was sitting on our aerie balcony in panther form. I could hear her tiny heartbeat, feel her soft warmth.

9. How’s the inter-pack dating situation going? Are you and Hawke bald yet? (spoiler question)

No comment. No, wait—I do have a comment: Go ask Hawke.

One more question. I have to return to pack business.

10. What are you planning to do tonight?

Have a meeting with my sentinels, cuddle Naya, kiss and play with my mate. Life’s good.


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COVER REVEAL, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Maldeamores (Lovesick) by Mara White

A Heightsbound prequel, comes a story of forbidden passion—feast your eyes on the cover of Maldeamores and read a never seen before excerpt… ♥

Expected release date: 23 June 2015

Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family.


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There ain’t too much that can shake me. I was born into the belly of the beast on a blazing hot day in July. A heat-wave scorcher that brought the caps off the fire hydrants and everyone out on the street. Old men pulled their wife-beaters up over their bellies to cool off and the girls wore even less clothing than normal, which ain’t much, in the Hunts Point section of the South Bronx. Air conditioning was a luxury afforded to the rich; the only place to cool down was either at the hospital or the car service on the way there. Just don’t bleed out from a bullet wound before they get you through the lobby.

My ma says her water broke while she was walking back up the stairs to take a piss. Being that I was her first, she thought for a second she’d peed her pants. She hobbled back out onto the street and yelled for somebody to get her a cab before she gave birth to her son on the makeshift corner domino table.

Ma likes to say that she carried so big with me that she could barely walk—that she knew I was macho from the very first kick in her gut, knew that she’d call me Luciano after the first light of the morning sun.

Like I said, ain’t too much that can flap me. South Bronx, Spanish Harlem, then to West Harlem and the Heights—I’d seen it all by age ten. Seen it all and then some. I ain’t no stranger to violence.

But war is different when it moves from rival blocks and gang-claimed school yards to open desert or caves and tunnels dug two miles deep into a mountainside. Out here you’re not fighting your own war. You’re part of a machine that is unimaginably bigger than you are. When you’re out on a mission, you pray with each footstep that the machine will take care of you.

One thing is for certain—whether you’re ready or not, the machine will make a fucking man of you.

Out here under the white-hot sun, I think about that scorching day in the South Bronx in ‘89 when my Ma brought me into this world. And who knows if she was ready, but she struggled alone, like a roach on its back, her whole life just to take care of me.

The sky is empty and an endless, deep blue. What I wouldn’t give right now for the propeller beats of an army chopper to break the monotony. My warm, sticky blood seeps through my fatigues and the sand soaks it up like it’s been waiting its whole goddamned life to get a drink of me. Alls it would take is a single sandstorm for me to get buried out here forever—no record, no closure, no body to recover and fly home for an honorable funeral service.

So I think about how she would describe to me the day I made an entrance: hot, sleazy summer. Beaches too polluted—no swimming, no air but the devil’s own to breathe in the city. She swears the bachata music stopped when she hit the street and screamed she was in labor.

That the old men upset their domino game as they all stood simultaneously in attention.

  That the sky momentarily lit up with a flash of heat lightning. She thought for a second, rain, but then realized the sensation was only her own water dripping down her legs.

That the temperature broke one hundred and five on that day. She said the heat made labor easy, that it helped to loosen all of her muscles. She said she knew I would be a boy and that the heat would make me just as stubborn as I was strong.

And she knew that I would take care of her—that we would take care of each other.

My ma told me the story whenever there was a heat wave passing through the city. Nothing could ever compare to my heat wave in her head. I couldn’t know that day better if I’d been there to see it. Luciano’s heatwave was worse, it was better, we were lucky we survived it. That the heat was a blessing disguised as a curse, that her boy would be hot-blooded and naturally drawn to the fight. But my wasn’t scared. She clenched down on her teeth instead of screaming in pain.

In Spanish, for giving birth, they say, giving light. My ma swears up and down that I was born to save her life. Luciano, she named me, the giver of light.

That night a five-alarm fire burnt down almost our whole block. Faulty wiring, they said. Six people died, all of them in our rundown building. Everything she owned became ash. The only reason weren’t too was on account of my spontaneous entrance.

We moved less than a mile away into a tiny apartment my Tía Betty shared with their uncle. A year later, Belén was born, and from that moment on, we slept in the same crib. It seems like my whole my cousin has always been right next to me. I would wake up when she’d cry and drift back to sleep as she did.

Now I lie on my back, wounded, probably mortally. Alone, unarmed, in prime enemy territory. What I wouldn’t give to be by side now.

Belén. My cousin. My own heat wave. The flame to my fire.



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I am so honoured to be able to share with you some amazing news from the terrific writing duo that is Christina Lauren!!!! And a signed giveaway of all eight books in the Beautiful Bastard series to celebrate these news!!! ♥

“We are thrilled to announce that there is more for Will Sumner and Hanna Bergstrom! Our as-yet untitled Beautiful novella starring Player Will and his Plum is set to land in February 2016! Readers asked for it, and we agree—these two have more to say! It begins with… Yeah, you know we’re not telling! Look for more information soon about the new adventures of Will and Hanna!”

EDIT: The novella will be titled Beautiful Boss and it will be released on 29 Feb 2016!

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY: Under the Influence by L.B. Simmons

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Described by the author as, “the journey of two childhood friends that spans the course of five pivotal years in their lives; a story about their discovery of true friendship as it blossoms into first love, their experience of crucial sacrifice and ultimate betrayal, and their endurance of agonizing heartbreak on the way to finding lasting redemption,” L.B. Simmons’ upcoming standalone novel, Under the Influence, is coming on 11 May, and today, I have a super special excerpt for you and a signed giveaway!! Enjoy… ♥


I loved you once. A love I thought irrevocable. A love I mistakenly believed could transcend both time and circumstance. Under the influence of my dimwitted, naïve, traitorous heart, I became intoxicated with what I now know was simply a figment of my self-indulgent imagination. So drunk on the feeling, I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face. So foolishly enamored, I blindly followed my heart into the depths of an emotion that would ravage me.

Years later, I know now what I wish I knew then. I am stronger. Smarter. Tougher. I will not allow myself to be broken again.

I loved you.

I raged for you.

I wept for you.

And now, I’m letting you go.



Dalton’s voice is thick as he begins to speak. “I’m sorry, Spence. I know I hurt you—”

I shake my head dismissively. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m just tired.”

The corners of his mouth dip downward and he lifts his hand, placing his palm against my cheek and swiping the moisture with his thumb. My heart would typically melt at the tenderness of the gesture, but now I find it only aggravates me. I narrow my eyes and shove his hand away from my face.

“Don’t do that. Don’t do something you don’t mean.”

Channeling my sorrow, anger begins to churn as I step away and turn my back on him. My bare feet carry me to the wooden rail that lines my porch and I brace my good hand against it, leaning forward and inhaling deeply.

Dalton growls with frustration. “What the fuck? Of course I mean it. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Spence. I’m trying to apologize here.”

I laugh humorlessly and turn to face him. “For what, exactly? For stalking me on my date tonight?”

His blue eyes now heat with a different emotion as they slice to mine. “The date in which you were being manhandled by some fucking loser who asked you out for no other reason than to get back at me?” He scoffs openly. “You should be thanking me.”

I cease the fight to hold back my tears, permitting them to flow freely as I respond. “I handled it, did I not? I don’t need you to protect me, Dalton. I can take care of myself.”

He chuckles, unsmiling, as he removes his cap and throws it to the ground, dragging his fingers through his hair in irritation. My glare hardens as I continue my rant.

“And yes, he asked me out to get back at you. Are you apologizing for that? Or are you apologizing for the fact that because of your stupid crusade against me dating anyone EVER, I was so excited to be asked out that I accepted a date with said fucking loser because I wanted to know what it would be like to actually be wanted for once?” Not entirely true, but true enough to make my point.

My breaths are heavy and my pulse is thrumming rapidly through my entire body. I angrily wipe away the tears as I inquire, “Why is that, Dalton? Why is it that you don’t want me, but no one else is allowed to have me?” I shake my head in frustration as I stumble on my words. “I just…I don’t understand.” My voice trembles and my chin quivers with the admission.

Dalton heavy boots sound as he stalks across the porch. I avert my gaze, but once he’s in front of me, he curls his fingers around my chin and pulls my face into his line of sight. His eyes burn into mine as they narrow in earnest. “You think I don’t want you? Goddamn it, Spencer,” he bites, “I want you so much I can’t fucking breathe when I’m not with you. Every single time I force myself to walk away from you, I feel nothing but agony as the anger that simmers here,” he breaks to pound his closed fist on his chest, “breaks free and chars my insides with each step I take.”

His eyes begin to glisten and his jaw tightens as he shakes his head. “I can’t fucking breathe without you, don’t you get it? I want you so much that being without you is absolute torture.”

He swallows deeply and moisture seeps from my eyes at the sight of his exposed emotion as he continues. “I want you, Spence, but I can’t have you. I won’t allow it. You’re too good, too pure, too innocent, and just as your presence soothes me, mine will eventually flaw you. It’s inevitable, and I care too much for you to let that happen.”

I watch a lone tear fall from the corner of his eye before he concludes, “But you’re right. Even thinking about you with someone else, with someone else’s arms around you as you look into their eyes the same way you’re looking into mine right now, I just…” He casts his stare downward and shakes his head. “I just can’t. So I guess I’m just a selfish, heartless prick, because where does that leave you?”

The tear finally falls free from his chin, and I watch it strike the wood beneath our feet before placing my hands on the side of his face and forcing his eyes to mine. My voice trembles as I speak. “I know you like to control things, Dalton. That’s how you’ve learned to cope and I understand that, but you dont control me. My feelings. My heart. And even though you feel you don’t deserve those things, that they’re not yours to have, you’re mistaken.”

I tighten my grip as he tries to look away and state with emphasis, “You ask where that leaves me? Well, it leaves me right in the same place, on this same porch, as I was six years ago when I met you. The day that all of those things you think you can’t have I willingly handed over without question.”

Releasing my hold, I turn away from him, knowing his refusal will absolutely destroy me as I state into the night air, “I have always belonged to you. I will always belong to you. Regardless of what you’ve done, what you do, or what you will do, I will forever be yours. And that’s my choice to make, whether you choose me or not.”


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A story that has been described as, “emotionally gripping and wondrously written”, “a story that makes you believe that love has the power to heal broken hearts”, and “a story that will steal your heart and never let it go”, Consolation is the first book in the Consolation duet, and today, I have a special alternate POV scene for you and a signed giveaway!!! Enjoy and don’t forget that Liam and Natalie’s story concludes in Conviction on 27 May 2015! ♥

Liam wasn’t supposed to be my happily ever after.

He wasn’t even on my radar.

He was my husband’s best friend—forbidden.

But my husband is dead and I’m alone. I ache for him and I reach for Liam.

One night with Liam changed everything. Now I have to decide if I truly love him or if he’s just the consolation prize.


Lee heads up the stairs coughing and dragging ass. I hate that she’s so sick. I look down in my arms and realize I now have care of a child.

Well, I’m f*cked.

I debate calling my mom to ask what exactly I should do. She would probably laugh at me then hang up. There was no way I couldn’t help though. Natalie looked like death. Plus, this should score me some brownie points.

Kids like television…I think. I decide that should be our first thing. Aarabelle and I sit on the couch as I turn on the game.

“Alright, Aara. Let’s see if Rodgers is going to screw it up or we’re going to kick some ass,” she laughs. “Shit. I probably shouldn’t say ass. Or shit. I’ll shut up.”

Now I’m talking to a baby.

We spend the next hour or so taking every possible toy in the house out. She plays with this weird ball thing that spits them out the top. Whoever thought flying balls was a good idea should be shot.

Aara starts to really fuss as panic begins to rise. “What do you need? Food? Toys? Want to go outside?”

I pick her up, and the smell hits me straight in the face.

“What the hell does she feed you?” I ask aloud. I’ve been around guys after field meals that don’t smell as bad as this.

“Okay, diaper.” I say looking around the room. “Where are they?” I ask hoping she can at least point. Instead, she just cries louder.

My phone rings and I pray it’s someone who knows something about kids. I look down only to see Quinn’s number.

“Yo,” I answer and keep searching for the stash.

“Are you at Lee’s?”

He’s a real Einstein. “Yeah, she’s sick so I’m watching Aarabelle. What gave it away? The screaming baby in the background?”

Quinn laughs so loud I have to move the phone away. “Dude. She must be on her death bed to let that happen.”

“Fu—dge you. I’ve got this. She’s a baby not a bomb.”

“Right,” he laughs again. “Well, while you’re playing house I’m heading to get laid.”

I hate him. I really hope his dick falls off. “Good for you.”

“Hell yeah it is.”

“Do you know how to change a diaper?” I ask absently. Quinn has a younger brother so maybe there’s a chance.

“Yeah, do you?”

“You’re so damn helpful. Look,” I glance at Aarabelle lying in her crap on the floor. “She’s rancid. I need help.”

“Well, Dreamboat…good luck.” He hangs up and I swear I’m going to punch him in the balls next time I see him.

I see the bag that Lee carries around and rummage through. Ha! Diapers.

“Okay, Aarabelle. We got this.”

She just stares at me. Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is going to be a mess.

I unsnap her shirt thing and wait for some kind of divine intervention. Okay, this should be easy. I can take apart an M-16 with my eyes closed, jump out of a plane undetected—I got this.

“Maybe there’s a Youtube video?” Aara just stares at me. “Yeah, I know I’m an idiot but whatever.” I grab the diaper, and lay it flat. Once I pull down the dirty diaper, I immediately regret it. “How in the world did you do that?”

I contemplate going to wake Lee, but then I’ll have to listen to how I couldn’t handle it. Defeat is not in my vocabulary.

I get her cleaned up without any catastrophe and get ready for phase two.

The diaper is in place, but when I pull the tab, it rips off. What the hell? I try the other side and that one same thing.

I grab the spare diaper and try it more gently but this one the entire stretchy side comes off. “What the?”

Aara starts to cry. “It’s okay…shhh.” I try to calm her, but she cries louder.

I look around for something to close this thing since I have no idea where the rest of her diapers are. “Don’t move.” I say standing with my hands out hoping she’ll stay put.

There’s no tape anywhere, but I remember in my bag I have rope. I’ll just tie it on. I rush back over where she’s still crying, and I start to talk to her. Aarabelle doesn’t relax as her legs go flying all over the place. By some miracle, I manage to get one diaper on the front and one covering the back. That should do it. The tab on the one side sticks so I try to arrange the rope holding the other.

“See, I told you,” I smile holding her up. The diaper stays put, for now.

I grab the bottle that’s in the fridge, and rush back in the room. Seriously, it’s worse than an explosion. I shut the lights off so I don’t have to look at it. Once I get Aara on the couch she drinks her bottle as we both relax.

Crisis averted.


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“This isn’t how our melody goes. This isn’t how we were supposed to play out.”

A bad boy rocker, a feisty heroine, witty dialogues, hot sex, and you’ve got yourself Jack and Holliday! Their story began in The Resistance, and now continues in The Reckoning. And today, I have an excerpt for you and a signed giveaway!!! Enjoy! ♥

Jack Dalton was charismatic.

Johnny Outlaw was irresistible.

Two sides of the same man, passionate about two things—music and Holliday Hughes. With her intoxicating mix of strength and vulnerability, confidence and sex appeal, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Together, love was a storm of chaos and calm. When fame became a force to be reckoned with, could their love hold them together or would their notoriety tear them apart?


“Get off the counter and turn around.”

I continue to stare into his eyes for a few more seconds before moving quickly into place. His phone is set down on the counter next to me. “Pick a song.”

Sliding the phone in front of me, I start scrolling his playlists wanting a new soundtrack. I find the song quickly—“Stay” by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

His hands warm my backside as he presses his erection against me. Leaning forward, he takes the phone back just as the song begins to play. “I’m not gonna listen to f*cking Jared Leto when I’m f*cking you.” Turning to the side, I see him scrolling on the screen. The song begins and I smile, making sure to look down so he doesn’t see me laughing at him. The Resistance’s remake of the song starts playing. They were asked to perform it for an awards show, so it’s the live version and so hauntingly sexy.

Looking into the mirror, I wait for his eyes to reflect mine. When they do, I say, “For the record, I don’t fantasize about anyone but you, Dalton.”

The feel of him ignites my body, flames beginning to flick on the inside. I wiggle, unable to wait any longer. Kisses are placed on my shoulders, and he whispers, “Be patient, Baby.”

“I want you.”

“I want you too.”

My heart begins racing, a pressure poised at my entrance. His eyes stay on mine until he thrusts forward, inside me, causing me to drop my head and hold on tight. Our connection is intense and my mouth drops open as he moves even deeper—solid and steady, filling me and reminding my body who it belongs to.

My hands are flat and I look up, wanting to watch as he takes me, owns me, conquering me entirely. Uncontrolled thoughts escape into words. “I love being married to a rock star!”

Dalton stops moving and a laugh breaks free. The right side of his mouth slides up and I realize what I just said. But right when I gain the nerve to look up, he thrusts again. Flat palms anchor me while I wish I could dig my nails into the bed to hold on. His hands cover the tops of mine to ease the power of his body’s thrusting against me. My breath is shorted and I drop my head down, wanting to appreciate every sensation.

He stops and I catch my breath. “Open your eyes, Angel.” Pushing up when I open my eyes, I lock my elbows to hold myself steady. His hands slide slowly up my arms, traveling the length until he takes hold of my shoulders. “Are you ready?”

With my hazels still locked on his greens, I analyze his mood. He’s calculated and sexy and I want him to devour me whole. “I’m ready. Are you?”

With my hazels still locked on his greens, I analyze his mood. He’s calculated and sexy and I want him to devour me whole. “I’m ready. Are you?”

In one fast move, my head hits the mirror as he pounds into me.

Holding tight to my shoulders he f*cks me hard. “Dalton!” I cry out, needing all of it, all of him, taking it all and loving the feel of him more. My knees weaken and deep inside I begin to uncoil.

I watch him as I push myself closer to that edge where reality meets ecstasy. His jaw tightens, highlighting the rigid angles that wrap around his chin. There’s a vein that I only see in two settings—on stage singing and when we’re f*cking. He drives me to want more, so I move against him. His fingers dig into my hips, one hand directly over the tattoo he loves to trace when we’re sleepy.

One hand moves between us and two fingers find the spot he knows will send me over again and he rubs. My world bends, perpetuating the gratification. “Oh God! Dalton!” I collapse onto the counter, too tired to hold myself up. My hips are grabbed and he hits my soul in places I forget exist until he touches them, bringing me to life again.

He shudders, moaning my name as he comes. With his body molded to the back of mine, he licks a spot on my shoulder at the back of my neck. Desire getting the best of me again, through breathy whispers, I say, “I want you to mark me.”

“You’re too beautiful to damage.”

I open my eyes and lift up to find his on mine in the mirror again. “I’ll heal, but I want a piece of you while you’re gone.” He smiles, and I add, “Guess that makes me a groupie after all.”

“A groupie is a one-sided infatuation.” Bringing me upright with his arms around me, he lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom. He sets me down on the bed and lies down next to me. I maneuver over him, wanting to have him beneath me. I rest my head on his shoulder, my bare body on top of his. Rubbing my back, he says, “There’s nothing one-sided about us, Angel. We f*ck hard, but we love harder.” I hear the sincerity in his voice, feeding my soul. I close my eyes, enjoying this time together.


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