It’s just two weeks until UNTOUCHED launches, and I can’t wait! Writing UNBROKEN, I always knew I needed to explore that unforgettable summer Emerson and Juliet spent together, and it’s so much fun taking the characters back in time to when they first met. And, this time we get to see things from Emerson’s POV too; you all know he’s a passionate guy, so let’s just say getting inside his head definitely makes thing steamier 😉
If you’re impatient like me, and can’t wait until May 14th, how about a little snippet to keep you going?
soft lips are parted, and everything in my body screams at me to kiss her: to
capture that sweet mouth with mine, pull her closer, ravage her until that pain
is gone from her expression and she can’t even remember her own name.
is all wrong, I know. To want her, now, after everything we’ve just shared.
Knowing her story, understanding what she’s been through. If she knew I was
imagining those lips on mine, those eyes half-shut as I trail kisses down her
soft throat… She’d think I was an animal, probably turn and walk away from me
leaving. Hell, I’ve done my share of goodbyes. But the thought of Juliet being
the one to turn away… I don’t know why, but just the idea sends a bolt of pain
through me, sharp enough to cut through my lust.
take a half-step back.
almost like disappointment. Then her gaze drops to my lips, lingering there.
for her again, and this time, I don’t stop. I grab her around her waist and shove
her up against the railing, my lips finally crashing down on hers in the
searing kiss I’ve wanted ever since the first moment I saw her face.
into me as if she was made to fit against my body. She tastes of candy, and
sweet summer strawberries; her hands reaching up to clasp around my neck as she
kisses me back with a wild, naïve abandon.
tangling my fingers in the silk of her dark hair. Blood pounds through me,
blotting out the world. Everything fades away under the wild chemistry blazing
between our bodies. There’s nothing but her, and me, and the softness of her
curves pressed up against me, sending dark, wild thoughts tearing through my
mind. She kisses me like her life depends on it, but I pull back, holding her in
place as I catch my breath.
half-closed, dazed by desire. Her skin is flushed pink, and she’s gasping for
breath, reaching for me, pulling me back down to kiss her.
desire breaking over us. A tidal wave, a force of nature. Every other girl, all
those drunken nights, they melt away under her eager touch and the sweet taste
of her mouth, taking me far away from everything. Wiping the slate clean.
is what I was made for, I think through the haze. This girl. These lips. This body.