Book Title: Kept from You (Book 4: Tear Asunder)
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Erotic Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Erotic Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Cover photo: Copyright © 2016 Wander Aguiar Photography (http://www.wanderbookclub.com )
Model: Nick Bennett (https://www.facebook.com/ nickbennett6/)
Cover design by: Kari Ayasha, Cover to Cover Designs
Model: Nick Bennett (https://www.facebook.com/
A first kiss that changed everything.
Killian
Kane.
He
was the most feared guy in high-school.
Guarded.
Angry. A fighter.
But
when I caught him watching me with his captivating green eyes I saw something
more. Something protective and kind.
He
warned me to stay away from him.
I
did.
Until
I didn’t and he kissed me. A knee weakening, body tingling kiss that left me
breathless.
And scared the hell out of me.
And
then…
He
warned me never to come near him again or next time he wouldn’t let me go.
That
was eleven years ago.
We
aren't teenagers anymore. He has probably forgotten me.
He’s a famous rock
star now. I’m a dance instructor with a broken dream and desperate for a job.
So,
when we cross paths again I don't expect him to remember me.
He
does.
And
his warning eleven years ago? I'm about to find out exactly what that meant.
Excerpt
copyright 2017
The thin sweet crunch mixing with the light, airy
cream tickled my tongue.
Indulging was rare. Indulging in something like crème
brûlée was heaven on a spoon.
But what made it even more like heaven was that
Killian watched me with desire blazing in his eyes.
I swallowed, then with the tip of my tongue, I slid it
over my lower lip, licking the remnants of cream.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I secretly smiled, heart pumping wildly.
I’d never been sexy or tried to be sexy, but I wanted
to be with Killian. He made it easy for me to be brave.
Lights dim, candles flickering, the soft jazz music in
the background, skin tingling from the sexy-as-hell man next to me, yeah, I was
brave.
I dipped the spoon in again, but Killian’s fingers
spanned my wrist, stopping me.
I met his eyes and without a word, but knowing exactly
what he wanted by the silent exchange of his steady expression, I released the
spoon to him.
His attention went to the dessert where he tapped the
light thin sugar shell before breaking through and sinking into the airy
lightness.
He lifted the overfilled spoon at the same time as his
eyes.
I thought he was going to take a bite himself, but he
held the spoon out to me. “Open.”
I nervously laughed, thinking he was kidding; it was a
huge mouthful. “It’s too much.”
“I know. Open, Savvy,” he said.
Oh, God, my belly dropped and my sex clenched. I
swallowed, licking my lips again.
“No,” he said with a firm voice. “I didn’t ask you to
lick your lips. Although that is fuckin’ delectable as hell.” His tone lowered
further. “I asked you to open your mouth.”
My eyes widened. Holy. Fuck. That was hot. Demanding
and a little scary because him using that voice I’d pretty much do anything he
asked.
I opened, and he slid the dessert into my mouth, and
since there was so much, it hit the roof, sides, and back of my throat. He
didn’t remove the spoon right away and watched as I struggled not to pull away.
When I was just about to say screw it, he said, “My
cock will fill your mouth a hell of a lot more than this.”
I nearly choked. And I would’ve if he didn’t slowly
remove the spoon, my lips dragging over the cool, smooth surface of the spoon
to make certain I took the entire dessert.
His elbow rested on the table, spoon in his hand, eyes
on mine as I swallowed little by little until it was gone. The entire time I
thought about his cock.
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.
When she isn't writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.
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