Blurb:
With one
look, I’m his . . .
With one
touch, he’s mine . . .
With one
kiss, it changes everything between us . . .
I’ve been
famous since I can remember. Singing, acting, dancing—I’ve done it all. The tabloids
cover my every move, but I don’t want that anymore. I want to be normal,
whatever that is.
When I
leave Hollywood for college in Vermont, I’m on my own for the first time in my
life. This is my chance to figure out who I am and what I want in life.
But it’s
a lot harder than I expected. I can’t escape my image. Classes are hard, and
I’m struggling. And then there’s Caleb Fox.
Sexy,
intriguing Caleb Fox.
Caleb is
the one man who doesn’t want to use me. He breaks down my walls. He challenges
me. He wants me. And I just don’t know if I can give him the
same—or if he’ll stick around when he finds out my shameful secret that the
tabloids haven’t managed to uncover.
Dating
him is risky enough, but loving him could break me.
Stay
With Me, a
sexy New Adult releasing 8/30/13!
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Excerpt #2:
“This
might take a while,” he says.
“I guess
I’ll just have to close my eyes and suffer through it.”
“No
suffering,” he promises.
His hand
slides up my back, and my muscles, already tightened with awareness, start to
ache from wanting. His fingers skate up my neck, and my nerves jangle. I’m
suddenly wondering if he’s ever going to kiss me.
I reach
my hand up his chest, knotting his shirt in my grasp and yank him to me.
“Caleb.”
He lowers
his head to me, and my eyelids flutter close. I lean toward him, waiting—just
waiting—for when he touches me. I tighten my hold on him, trying to urge him
to do it now, but, no, he doesn’t heed my unspoken demands. He
doesn’t hurry. He doesn’t rush. It’s like he has all the time in the world
until he kisses me.
But then
his finger gently swipes over my mouth, tracing it softly, like he’s memorizing
the shape of me. Like he’s trying to get all the details of my mouth down
before his mouth claims me. He presses lightly against my lower lip, dipping
into the soft plumpness there.
I smooth
my hands out on his chest. I’m pressed against him so tight that I can’t do
more than reach up and grasp his shoulders. I want to feel his hair slide
through my fingers.
But more
than that I want to feel him against me.
Almost as
if he heard my thoughts, Caleb’s lips flutter against the corner of my mouth,
where he removed the berry stain only a few moments ago. I still, and his hand
leaves my neck to slide down to rest at the small of my back before moving back
up in a slow movement that has pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp, and
his mouth flutters another kiss at the corner. Brief, these flutter kisses—never
quite landing fully on my lips or staying too long.
I make a
sound of want. I press even closer, as if I’m inking myself on his skin, in his
blood, urging this patient, sexy man to take my mouth—and to take it now.
He
doesn’t.
His mouth
finally touches mine but it’s not a kiss that claims or declares intent.
He gives.
His lips
give kisses upon mine, like rain watering a parched land. His mouth moves
touches mine, gentle, strong, and it makes me cling to him, to give more to
him, to open up in ways I never have with any man before.
His teeth
catch on my lower lip, lightly tugging, as if asking a question, one that I
answer by opening my mouth and letting him in. His tongue slides against me,
tasting, seeking. He’s all I know, all I want to know, and I want him to know
me in all the ways, too.
This
might just be lust, but it doesn’t feel like it—not with this assured
gentleness, this giving of a kiss, like he’s waited all his life for
this—for me—and now that I’m here, he’s not going to do anything to
mess it up.
He
doesn’t make me feel weak in his kiss. I feel strong, treasured . . . desired.
His kiss
turns hotter, as if he’s losing control of himself.
Oh yes, I think. Lose control, Caleb. Lose it
with me.
Author
bio:
Elyssa
Patrick writes sexy, emotional contemporary romances and New Adult. She is
currently working on her next novel.
Twitter: @elyssapatrick
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