Publication date: October 4th 2013
Genres: New Adult, Romance
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A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestseller.
A New Adult Romance packed with Heat and Heart.
**On sale for 99 cents for a limited time
“One of my best reads of 2013.” ~ Inside The Pages of a Book
“If you want a hot steamy, touches your heart in all the right places read, look no further!” ~ Fab, Fun and Tantalizing Reads
Her brother’s best friend. A list. A love story.
After ending a horrible, scarring relationship, Vivian embraces her freedom by making a sexual bucket list. When her brother’s best friend, Liam, finds it, sparks fly and hearts open.
Can Vivian heal one steamy encounter at a time?
** This is book 1 in a two-part series
** New Adult Romance recommended for readers aged 18+ due to language and strong sexual content
He kissed that delicate pulse just beneath my ear, letting his breath caress my earlobe. “Look at us in the mirror,” he whispered.
I lifted my gaze, staring at the floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors in front of us.
Liam was watching me closely, a genuine warmth in his eyes.
Brushing my long hair aside, he kissed the base of my neck. “Don’t look at me, Viv. Look at us.”
In the mirror, I took in the sight of the two of us, deliciously naked on the plush ottoman bench with Liam’s arms wrapped around my waist as I sat on his lap in a reverse cowgirl position.
Our reflected gaze was mesmerizing. Tantalizing. I loved the way we looked together. Loved the contrast of our skin … his tanned torso dark against the honey-colored complexion of my skin. The soft swells of my breasts, the lush curve of my hips set against the hard angles and planes of his tremendous male body.
Meanwhile, Liam’s hands were caressing my breasts, lifting and pushing them together.
A soft sigh escaped me as he covered my nipples with his thumbs and began making a series of lazy circles.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was thick and raspy as he thumbed my nipples, pinching the buds until I cried out.
My eyes fluttered shut and I let my head roll forward, lost in the swirling sensations as he continued teasing my breasts.
“Look in the mirror, Viv.” His tongue flicked against my ear. “I want you to get a good clear view of how sexy you look when I make love to you.” He skimmed his palms down and over my hips, pulling me firmly against his swelling erection. “I want you to see how fuckin’ hot you look when you come for me.”
At his urging, I lifted my gaze, staring again at our reflection.
With one hand, Liam reached between my legs, spreading my thighs and parting my sex.
Feathers of air touched me intimately.
I was open to Liam’s dark and intense gaze.
Open to my gaze.
I had to force myself not to shy away from the reflection staring back at me.
My labia, flared wide open, flushed a deep pink and dotted with moisture.
I looked so utterly and completely exposed. And so lewd.
Instinctively, I tried to bring my legs together but Liam gripped my knees, keeping my thighs splayed wide open, exposing my throbbing clit.
Sparks of heat flashed in Liam’s eyes as he stared at my glistening sex.
I’d never felt more defenseless and more aroused. “Liam, I—”
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Keep watching, Viv.” Using his fingertips, he spread the creamy droplets of my arousal around my labia.
Entranced, I watched. Watched his strong fingers rubbing the moisture deep into my pink folds, his thumb pressing hard against my extruded clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud.
My body trembled, and my flesh quivered as he continued stroking, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.
A strangled sob caught in my throat, and in the mirror I saw thick rivulets of juice seeping out of my sex.
“So wet.” His fingers cleaved the slick folds of my labia and I moaned as he sank two fingers deep into my core. “So juicy.” My moans melted into breathy whimpers as he slowly withdrew his fingers.
With a sure, fluid grace of movement, he lifted me up and set me back down on the ottoman.
I licked my lips in obvious anticipation, watching him pull a foil packet out of the nightstand drawer.
Haleigh received a B.A. in Journalism. Despite training as a journalist, Haleigh soon found she preferred making up her own stories--stories with heat and heart.