Monday, April 21, 2014

Dash of Peril by Lori Foster



Dash studied how Margo held her left arm slightly out from her body. His brows flattened. “Why didn’t you say something about your elbow?”
She closed her eyes, almost like she couldn’t help herself. “What could you have done about it?”
No idea, but she still should have told him. “When I took you from your car—” God, he’d thrown her half over his shoulder then literally jogged with her in that position.
“It hurt like hell, but being shot would have been worse.” Pale with pain, Margo added, “You did great, Dash. Better than I’d expected.”
What had she thought? That he’d fall apart? Maybe hide behind her—the big, bad lieutenant?
More anger simmered to the surface, and that really pissed him off. He never got angry. Why should he? He’d been blessed in too many ways to count.
He had parents who adored him and a brother that would make anyone proud.
Most would call him wealthy, but because the money didn’t mean that much to him, he preferred the term financially secure.
Inherited genes gave him height and strength, a fit body that he’d honed in his construction company—a body that appealed to women.
That brought him back around to his disgruntlement toward Margo…the one woman who rebuffed him at every opportunity. Now he knew she considered him a wimp.
In the face of more pressing problems, he decided to work that out with her later. He could hear her teeth chattering, so he settled back against the wall beside her and carefully drew her to his side to both support her and share heat.
“If you weren’t here…” she whispered, then swallowed. “If you weren’t here, I would be dead.”
“No.” He wouldn’t even consider that possibility. He kissed her head, tucked her face against his throat.
She gave in, closing her eyes. “It’s not easy for me to admit, but I’m so glad I’m not alone.”
“Yeah, me, too.” He had no problem admitting it. He was here with Margo, holding her, protecting her, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.




Dash of Peril Q&A Questions

  1. Tell us a little bit about your new release, Dash of Peril.


Readers met these characters in other books in the series, and little by little, they were drawn to each other. I don’t deliberately plan romances for my characters, so at first I wasn’t sure if they’d end up together or not - but I’m very pleased that they did!
Dash is brother to a police detective who works for Lieutenant Margaret Peterson, and it’s safe to say Margaret has never met anyone like him.


  1. How did you come up with the title?


My editor and I had been using hero names in the titles for a while. (That ended with this series, though.) I’m *terrible* with coming up with titles, so I left it up to my editor - who just so happens to be a Margo herself. Yes, I stole her name as Margaret’s nickname... and then she and I both had to blush our way through the sex scenes.


  1. When you come up with an idea for a novel, do you imagine it as a series or standalone? Do you think in terms of chapters? How do you envision the book?


I start a book with the opening scene and the knowledge that whatever happens, the story will end a “happily ever after” romance. That’s it. Usually everything else is up in the air. Occasionally, as one story is revealed so is another. For instance, I know going into the first book in this series that the hero had a partner who would get his own book. I didn’t at that time know the hero had a brother named Dash who would insist on telling his own story.
As far as chapters - mine are usually around 25 manuscript pages each and this helps me to pace myself. It’s a method and pattern that I’ve fallen into and it works for me.


  1. What was the defining moment when you knew you wanted to be a romance writer?


It feels like it was a gazillion years ago. I’d never done much reading, but then I was stuck in bed sick and my sis brought me over a paper bag full of romances. I flipped through the first one until I found a sex scene, then got so engrossed in the story I had to go back to the beginning to see how they’d gotten to that point.
In record time I went through that bag of books and became a romance novel addict. Very shortly after that I decided I wanted to write as well, so I could ensure the story always went exactly the way I wanted it to.
It took me over 10 written books across 5 years before I finally sold my first book.


  1. Amongst all the competition in the romance genre, why do you think your books are so popular?

Wow. Well, I never think in terms of competition. Every writer brings her own unique style to a story, and every accomplishment, whether it’s my own or another author’s, is a door that’s opened for all. Once you see it done, you know it can be done, and that’s a terrific thing for every author.
If I have to try to pinpoint what readers specifically like about my books, I’d say many of them can relate. I hear over and over again how the characters feel like real people - a compliment that thrills me! So even though there might be some unfamiliar plot situations - human trafficking, kidnapping, etc... - the readers can put themselves in the place of the hero or heroine and find common ground through attitudes, emotions, priorities and more.
  1. Do you have any say in what goes on the cover of your books? Do they model the men on the cover after your descriptions or do they base them on real models?


My publisher has been very generous in allowing me to contribute my thoughts to the final cover. I’m not at all involved in hiring the models, but I do give descriptions of how my characters look and any background/backdrop info needed.
I get to see the cover concept - which is basically stock art that gives an idea of how the cover will be staged. Often there’s text accompanying the concept saying things like, “The hero will not be a suit. He will be in jeans and a T-shirt. The backdrop will not be glass shelves but instead a brick wall.” Things like that, so that I can better visualize what they have planned.
Then the publisher hires models, does a cover shoot, and sends me the preliminary shot selected with tentative placement of text, such as my name, the title, any quotes, etc...
On occasion I’ve asked for changes, but usually the covers are just amazing and I’m happy.
For an upcoming cover, I loved, loved, loved everything - except that the model didn’t have chest hair. (I seriously beg for chest hair, because I have never written a guy without it.) The publisher was able to accommodate me and I’m over-the-moon thrilled with the final cover.


  1. What type of advice would you give to a struggling writer?


Finish books. Plural. Write and then write some more. Sure, you want to submit the finished product in hopes of a sale, but don’t wait around to see what happens. As soon as possible, start and finish another book. Then another. The biggest hurdle I’ve seen for new authors is discovering their own voices. There’s this tendency to rely heavily on a critique group of partners - which I’ve always considered a very bad idea.


There’s also a tendency to want a short cut. I can’t tell you how many unpublished authors I’ve heard from who say they’re having a hard time selling and want to know how to make it happen. Hello! I’m the wrong person to ask since it took me 10 books and 5 years to sell. I certainly don’t know any secret shortcuts!
But I can tell you that the end result is worth the time and trouble it took me to get there.


  1. Are there any special places that you like to frequent to clear your head and write?


I can write anywhere - and have - when necessary. But I prefer to write at one of my two desks, either at home or at our lake house. Either works. My desk at home faces the back of our property and our large pond so I can see the fish jump and the deer come up for a drink, the geese and heron, and the occasional fox or coyote.
My desk at the lake house faces the lake so I can see the same things I see at home, along with the boats that go by. I’m very drawn to nature and write best when I’m not cooped up in a hotel room.


  1. How long does each book typically take you to write?


That entirely depends on what’s going on in my life. Like most people, I have very few weeks without some sort of chaos. I’ve learned to adjust to that. But if there’s any serious illness in the family (immediate or extended family) or if I have a lot of travel obligations thrown in, that sucks up some of my energy. There are times where writing obligations overlap - like now. I’m trying to work on the next book, but I have THIS book out now, so there’s promo to do for it, like interviews and blogs and radio, etc... So I juggle.


Recently I wrote a short story over a weekend, but sometimes it can take me a month.
A single title usually takes me three months, give or take. Honestly, some stories and characters make it very easy, and others... not so much.


  1. Do you have any special rituals or habits when preparing to write?


I have my playlist (currently 121 songs) that I crank up. And I burn scented candles (floral usually, with my favorites being hyacinth and lilac) when I’m working on a book. Also, I snack. A lot. And it’s starting to show. I think I need to learn how to write on the treadmill!


  1. What are your other passions outside of writing?


Nature! I could spend every hour on the boat enjoying the sunshine and the scent of the water. We loving going to state parks like Hocking Hills or The Natural Bridge, hiking the trails and going through the caves, or just enjoying the trees.


I also love movies. I can sit in the theater every day if there are movies I want to see. I prefer horror and action flicks, and I can sometimes tolerate comedies. I’m not too keen on dramas or romances. :-)


  1. If you could run away with any one of your male characters, who would it be and why?


There’s a character none of you have met yet. Armie Jacobson. Just wait - I promise you’ll love him, too! He’s in Cannon’s story as a secondary character (No Limits, out August 26th) and from the moment he appeared, he won me over. He’ll eventually get his own book.


Of characters who’ve already been in print, probably Dare from When You Dare. I love his cover so much, but I also love how he loves. His pets, his friends, his mate - once Dare cares, he doesn’t hold back. He’s also big and macho and very capable.
And he has a lake in his back yard.

  1. What is your all-time favorite romance novel?


Wow, that’s a toughie! There have been so many that I’ve loved, that there’s no way I can choose just one, but maybe one from several categories?
For historical romance, I’d say Honor’s Splendor by Julie Garwood.
For a contemporary read, probably Perfect Partners by Jayne Ann Krentz.
Paranormal would have to be A Hunger Like No Other by Kresley Cole.
YA would be Dare You To.
Category would be Mackenzie’s Mountain by Linda Howard.


  1. If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?


Oh jeez, I never even think about that. If I found a typo I’d fix it…haha! But otherwise, I’ve already moved on. Since I turned in that book I’ve written 3 others (2 short stories and 1 single title) and I’m working on another single title. No time for regrets or looking back! At this point all I can do is hope readers enjoy it.


  1. Any future plans for Dash and Margo?

Oooh, now see, there have been plans, but you’ll see what happens in the next book and I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Let’s just say that Cannon’s book, No Limits, involves Dash and Margo a few times and you see how they’re getting on and how their lives have changed - always for the better. I never rob my characters of their HEA (Happy Ever After) once I’ve given it to them.
But beyond them showing up as secondary characters and giving us glimpses of their married life, I don’t plan to expound on them. They’re happy. That’s good enough for me!













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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Dash of Peril by Lori Foster


DASH OF PERIL


Love Undercover Series
Dash of Peril by Lori FosterLove Undercover
A no-nonsense female cop reluctantly teams up with the one man who makes her lose control in a deliciously hot, sensual new novel that continues the Love Undercover series.
To bring down a sleazy abduction ring, Lieutenant Margaret “Margo” Peterson has set herself up as bait. But recruiting Dashiel Riske as her unofficial partner is a whole other kind of danger. Dash is 6’4″ of laid-back masculine charm, a man who loves life—and women—to the limit. Until Margo is threatened, and he reveals a dark side that may just match her own…
Beneath Margo’s tough facade is a slow-burning sexiness that drives Dash crazy. The only way to finish this case is to work together side by side…skin to skin. And as their mission takes a lethal turn, he’ll have to prove he’s all the man she needs—in all the ways that matter…
Harlequin ·  978-0373778577

BOOK EXCERPT


Her small bare feet left damp marks in the plush carpet as she moved ahead of him. “Where’s Ollie?”
“Curled in his bed in your living room, sound asleep.” Just as she’d said, the cat ate, cleaned himself, then snuggled down to sleep. “What about you? Are you hungry?”
“Not enough to stay awake.”
Without his prodding, she went past the home office, the spare bedroom and into her own room to gingerly sit on the foot of the bed.
Dash gave a quick glance around—and didn’t find a single surprise. Everything was as orderly as he’d expected it to be, her comforter a neutral cream color without the adornment of throw pillows, her nightstand and dresser clutter-free. He didn’t see a single speck of dust or a shoe out of place.
With Logan being a cop, he recognized the quick-access safe in the corner of the room. Since Reese had taken her weapon in the alley, he wondered if she had other guns locked in that safe. It was big enough to hold a rifle or two...and more.
“I’m cold.”
Dash took in her bare calves and feet, her narrow wrists, her slender throat. So fragile, but still so strong. “Does anything hurt besides your head and arm?”
“Pretty much everything. But it’s not bad.”
Or were complaints of any kind as taboo as medicine? Had she come from a family of stoic martyrs?
“Your legs? Shoulders?”
Damp lashes shadowed her big blue eyes. “Mostly my arm and head.”
If she weren’t drugged, Dash doubted she would admit that much to him. “Okay. I’m going to dry your hair first.” Otherwise it’d just get her clothes wet. “Then we’ll get you dressed and you can sleep.”
“It’s short, so it doesn’t take long.”
Feeling equal parts tender and horny, Dash set her clothes on the bed beside her. “I like your hair, Margo. A lot.” He ran his fingers over her head. Her hair, in a Halle Berry sort of style, was curlier wet, but when dry it looked silky soft and feminine—a great contrast to her shark persona.
“Thank you. I like your hair, too. It’s always a little messy, and a lot sexy.”
Flirting? “Is that so?”
“You know how you look.” Her gaze moved down to his waistband. “You know how women react to you.”
Other women, sure. But Margo never made things easy. Despite her claims to the opposite, he already knew she was attracted to him. He felt her interest every time she looked at him. But she fought it.

She fought him.
Usually. Now...not so much.
But damn it, given her drugged state, he couldn’t really do anything about it. Or could he?
Pretending it meant nothing at all, Dash pulled both the soiled thermal shirt and the ripped undershirt off over his head and dropped them to the floor. The waistband of his jeans had loosened from extended wear and they hung low on his hips.
Margo’s lips parted. Breathing more deeply, she stared at the worn denim of his fly. Her pale throat worked as she swallowed. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t want you to get messy again now that you’re clean.” More bare than not, he stepped right in front of her, cupped her head in one hand, and used the towel in the other to carefully rub over her hair.
The sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with the warmth of her skin. He breathed her in—and felt himself reacting.
That wouldn’t do, so he concentrated on not getting hard as he continued to towel-dry her hair. “Tell me if I hurt you.” Very carefully, he touched the soft terry towel around her stitches.
When she said nothing, he looked down at her and found her eyes on his abs, her cheeks flushed. He would love seeing her like this more often.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.” She kept her injured arm, wrapped up in the half cast and Ace bandage, tucked up close to her body. With the other arm she balanced herself. Her toes curled into the carpet. “Dash?”
He mimicked her soft tone. “Hmm?”
“Have you ever been married?”
One brow lifted. “No.” And then he wondered... “You?”
“No.” She looked up at him. “Ever been in love?”
“I’m thirty.”
“Me, too. So?”
How to answer her? “I’ve had a few more serious relationships where I thought I was in love, but it never worked out.”
“Why not?”
Apparently a drugged Margo was not only more openly sensual, but also far more curious. “My mother says I’m too particular and too set in my ways.”
Her cool fingers touched his ribs, drifted down to his abs, then hooked in the loose waistband of his jeans. “Particular how?”
He never should have started this ploy. It was difficult enough being near her, wanting to protect her, care for her, and then to have her looking at him with hunger...yeah, difficult.
But if she planned to touch him, too, he was screwed.
Or rather, not screwed, given she was definitely out-of-commission for that.
“Why don’t we have this conversation tomorrow, after you’ve gotten some sleep?” Not giving her a chance to object, he dropped the towel and used his fingers to brush back her hair, moving it away from her stitches. Her short, soft waves glided through his fingers. “Better?”
Her eyes sank shut. “Mmmm...” She leaned toward him again. “You have an incredible body. I especially like this happy trail, how it disappears down here—”
“Margo?” Time for another battle. “Hold up, honey.” He caught her wrist and lifted her hand to kiss her palm. “Even warriors wear out every now and then.”
“I’m not a warrior.”
“But you are too hurt for me to take advantage of you.”
She snorted. “I wouldn’t let you.”
“You,” he murmured, “are under the influence.” He crouched down in front of her. “I’ll help you get your clothes on, okay?”
She lifted her heavy eyelids to stare at his mouth. “No one has dressed me since I was three.”
“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration.”
“No.” She literally swayed. “My parents were strict about independence.”
He didn’t know her parents, but he liked them less by the minute. “Were they strict about other things?”
“About...everything really.” She shifted, winced and went still again. “My family is all in law enforcement.”
“Logan mentioned that once.” Something about her being a fourth generation of cops. Her dad was some hotshot chief of police before he retired early with a medical problem or something.
“I was supposed to be a boy.”
What did that mean? “I’m very glad you’re not.” He pushed back to his feet.
She gave a heavy sigh. “Me, too.”
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Needing a minute to get his head on straight, Dash said, “I’m going to go grab the flannel shirt Logan brought me. It’s big enough to fit over your splint and it’ll be easier to get on you than the T-shirt you chose.”
“The only button-up shirts I have are starched dress shirts.”
He tipped up her chin. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” With long strides he left the room to get the bag Logan had brought to him. The cat snored from his bed, oblivious to Dash’s presence. Outside, a weak sun tried to penetrate heavy clouds rolling in. Great, just what they didn’t need—more lousy weather. Work at the current job site would stall for a day or two. Not a big deal since they were right on schedule—a rare thing in the construction business.
After automatically double-checking that he’d secured the front door, he snagged up the bag and dug out the flannel shirt on his way back to Margo.
He found her sitting exactly where he’d left her. Going to his knees again in front of her, he braced himself for what he’d do. “Let’s get you out of this robe first, okay?”
“I’ll be naked.”
Dash put his hands on her hips, his thumbs brushing her thighs through the soft cotton of her robe. “I’ll be as fast as I can.”
“You’ll want me.”
He searched her face and didn’t see a single sign of modesty or timidity. “Already do, but right now I just want you to be comfortable.” He untied the belt.
“If you tell Logan or Reese, I’ll castrate you.”
Not so drugged that she couldn’t threaten him. For absurd reasons, that made him feel better. “You think I would?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a great judge of men. Some men,” she amended.
“You can trust me.” He eased the robe off her right shoulder and down her arm until she slipped her hand free.
His blood thickened, and it sounded in his tone when he added, “Believe me, Margo. I would never say or do anything to embarrass you.”
Goose bumps rose on her flesh.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
Was being cold also considered a complaint? “I’m sorry.” Quicker now, Dash pushed back the material and, except for where the terry cloth draped one thigh and still covered her left arm, she was bare.
His gaze naturally went to her body. He was sympathetic, but not dead. Her uniforms and business suits did a great job of hiding her generous rack. Full, pale, with dusky mauve nipples. Only the bruises painted over her collarbone and shoulder kept him from touching her.
“Easy now.” Breathing more deeply, he stood to gently free her left arm.
Margo said not a word, but her face tightened, her brows pinching together, her lips compressed.
“You can groan, you know.” Dash hated seeing her suffer in silence. “You’re allowed.”
She gave one sharp shake of her head, composed to the bitter end.
To hell with that. “A groan or two won’t make you less sexy, especially when I can see your nipples.”
Nothing.
“They’re very pretty.”
She stiffened.
“And those dark curls between your legs—”
She jerked her head up to stare at him—and groaned in discomfort.
“That’s it.” The way she affected him was so strange, and so appealing. “No reason to hold it in.”
Groaning again, deeper this time, she said, “Damn you.”
The bite in her tone almost made him smile. “Be yourself with me, honey.”
“I am!”
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“No, you’re manning up and it’s stupid. You aren’t a man, and you aren’t impervious to pain.” He picked up the flannel shirt but made no attempt to put it on her. He was a freaking saint, standing there before a gorgeous naked woman and still remembering his altruistic motives. “Or is that another family rule? No female attributes allowed?”
“It’s a weakness and there’s no point in advertising it.”
“Huh. Well, if it makes you feel better, I would be groaning.”
She shocked him by pushing to her feet and leaning into him, her splinted left arm caught between them, her right hand flattening on his chest, her fingers in his chest hair. “Kiss me.”
Whoa. He hadn’t expected such an aggressive assault, given her state. “I don’t think so.”
“It’ll make me feel better.”
But it’d kill him—since she couldn’t do anything beyond a simple kiss. “Not a good idea.”
“You don’t want me?”
“You already know I do—” When her hand snaked down his body to cup him through his jeans, he froze.
“Yes,” she said with purring satisfaction. “You do.”


Lori Foster first published with Harlequin in January 1996. Her second book launched Temptation Blaze and her 25th book launched Temptation Heat. Since those early days, Lori has routinely had 6 to 10 releases a year. She’s aWaldenbooksUSA TodayPublisher’s Weekly and New York Times bestselling author with over 50 titles published through a variety of houses, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martins, Harlequin and Silhouette.


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Friday, April 18, 2014

Bo and Ember by Andrea Randall PLUS Giveaway!




Bo and Ember by Andrea Randall
Book #4 in The November Blue Series
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And they lived happily ever after …

That’s where the typical romance ends. For Bo and Ember Cavanaugh, however, the “I do’s” are just the beginning.

On the heels of a wildly successful tour with The Six, Bo and Ember are offered the musical opportunity of a lifetime. A cross-country move back to the Cavanaugh estate holds promises, old friends, and feelings they thought were long since buried. 

In the middle of the whirlwind that is their professional life, Bo and Ember try to establish a solid and loving home. Life, though, doesn’t stay in the promises of “happily ever after.” 

In the final installment of the November Blue series, excitement, temptation, loss, and the struggle over what love means forces the couple to strip it all away and focus on what it means to be soul mates, what it means to be married, and what it means to be … 

Bo & Ember.


Dreams will come true while others are shattered. Bo and Ember face one of their biggest trials yet. And while things haven't always been easy for the two of them, they always seem to come through stronger than before. Although I had my doubts this time around. There was so much emotion in this book. There were moments that made me tear up in joy and grief, moments that made my heart melt. Everything I've come to expect from an Andrea Randall book. 

I didn't realize how much I missed these characters until I started reading this book. I have always loved the relationship between Bo and Ember and the friendship between Bo, Ember and Regan. I am sad to say goodbye, but their story ended beautifully! 

I received this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion. 


Andrea is a 2005 graduate of Cornell University and does not currently use her degree in Development Sociology. She does, however, use her people skills and love for writing every day. She and her partner, Charles Sheehan-Miles, live and write together in Massachusetts.



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Friday, April 11, 2014

Cover Reveal ~ Freed by Lynetta Halat PLUS Giveaway!

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Title: Freed (Unlovable, #2)

Author: Lynetta Halat

Release Date: May 5, 2014

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance

Series: Freed is the conclusion to the Used storyline

Cover Designer: Sommer Stein at Perfect Pear Creative Design

Photographer: Toski Covey Photography

*Synopsis*

Truth. Pain. Freedom. 
An awakening like no other. 
When life is determined to buck you off, dig in and ride hard. 
The bull. The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves. To survive, I have to face the truth. Easier said than done when it’s not all black and white. There’s the in-between, and this murky void is where I always tend to land. 
The horns. Lies don’t always hurt. My lies protected me, but when they are exposed and I can no longer outrun the many shades of truth, I’ll be in for one hell of a reckoning. 
The ride. From the outside, my life looks like one big adventure after another. But, there is no freedom in anarchy, and that’s the way I’ve lived my life. Until now. Until Ransom. 
Denver Dempsey was a slut for oblivion. Now, she’s a slut for love. And it’s that kind of thinking that got her in trouble in the first place. Ransom awakens Denver in ways she never imagined, but when her true feelings send her reeling, will they catapult her into the arms of Greer—her ex best-friend-with-benefits? After never loving anyone, herself included, she now loves two. One kept her alive. One teaches her how to live. If they didn’t both love her … if hearts weren’t bound to be broken, it would be the stuff dreams are made of.
Will Denver remain locked up in the bullpen, or is she strong enough to open the chute and be freed?
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Bending down in front of me, Ransom taps one foot so that I’ll raise it. He slides one leg of my panties on and then the other before pulling them up to rest just below my skirt. Fixing me with his stare, he grasps my thighs and presses his nose and mouth to my center. My back arches from the wall, but my hands stay where he placed them. “Fuck, you smell good. Good enough to eat, but that can’t happen tonight.”
I whimper low in my throat as he runs his nose and open mouth over the apex of my thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses right where I need him most. My eyelids flutter and close, only to pop back open when he commands, “Eyes on me.” He places a light kiss right over my swollen, begging center. My whole body convulses.
“Nuh, uh,” he chastises, enjoying himself entirely too much. Hooking his fingers in my panties again, he draws them up over my thighs and under my skirt. His calloused fingertips scratch my soft skin even though his touch is gentle. Once he has them in place, he runs his fingertips down the triangle of the fabric ever so slowly, stopping before he reaches my need. Goose bumps make quick work of my body. “I’m addicted to how responsive you are to my touch,” he whispers, planting a hard kiss there this time. A desperate moan wrenches itself from my throat. “And I haven’t even really touched you or tasted you yet. Can you imagine how good we’re going to be together, Denver?”
Swallowing hard, I manage a nod ‘cause that’s rhetorical, right? Ransom slides his hands from under my skirt and skims them up my body to fit his hands around my jaw. He plants a quick kiss on my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping at it. “Remember what I said,” he whispers. “No touching yourself. Your orgasms are mine. And when you deserve them, I’ll be the one to give them to you.” I whimper again. “If it helps, I can’t fucking wait, and when I’m stroking myself tonight, it’ll be with your soft moans in my ear, your incredible scent surrounding me, and your delectable body that I’m imagining losing myself in.”
I groan because no, that doesn’t help at all, actually. I bite down on voicing my frustration because I know it’ll get me nowhere with this man.
All rights reserved. Copyright Lynetta Halat 2014.
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I am a slut. No worries. I've come to terms with it, and you will too. I’m not one of those girls who thinks she’s too plain, too fat, too skinny, too shy … no, I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m the girl who knows she’s just right for everyone. — Denver
A reputation as a manwhore–with–a–heart–of–gold tends to precede me. But, I don’t do girls with issues, that is until this girl. It's this girl I want to fix. This girl I want to protect. And maybe … more. — Ransom
Being in love with the same girl your entire life isn't all it's cracked up to be. She uses me in every way imaginable. How does she see me? I am her perpetual one-night stand. No strings, no attachments. Just mind-numbing sex ... for her anyway. — Greer
Feeling like the life is being choked out of her in the small town of Anaconda, Montana, Denver Dempsey craves the escape that college offers … even if that means leaving her “best friend with benefits” and looking for a new way to forget. Thinking she's found the perfect hookup in Ransom, Denver's outlook on college is bright. That is, until Greer shows up looking for a second chance, and Ransom's interest turns to hatred.
Love. Hate. Triangle.
Who's using who?

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About the Author

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Since the dawn of time, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written innumerable stories and plays. A lover of good books, bad boys, and kickass tunes, she'd always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember. She also has a secret penchant for wringing the emotions out of unsuspecting readers, and she collects reader's tears in much the same way that wine connoisseurs collect their favorite vintage.
Her first novel, Every Rose, was the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing, effectively burrowing her way into the hearts and minds of readers throughout the world. She followed that with Everything I've Never Had, her bestselling adult romance novel. Now, she has penned Used and Freed, New Adult Romances that she hopes sinks their teeth into you and don't let go.
Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a Master's degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia, where she also minored in snark and interpretive dance. She lives somewhere along the Mississippi Gulf Coast with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. When she's not writing riveting stories, she likes to focus on her macramé art and her scouring of eBay, where she buys locks of hair from her favorite rock stars, most especially Bret Michaels and Dave Grohl.

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