Willow Winters ~ But I Need You ~ Blog Tour / Excerpt


Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his lips, his touch…

But I Need You, the second installment in the scorching hot This Love Hurts series by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Willow Winters is available now!



Some love stories are a slow burn. Others are quick to ignite, scorching and branding your very soul before you’ve taken that first breath. You’re never given a chance to run from it.

That’s how I’d describe what happened to us.



Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his lips, his touch…

The chase and the heat between us became addictive.

Our nights together were a distraction, one we craved to the point of letting the world crumble around us.

We should have paid more attention; we should have known that it would come to this.

We both knew it couldn’t last, but that didn’t change what we desired most.



All we wanted was each other…


But I Need You is book 2 in the This Love Hurts trilogy.  This Love Hurts must be read first.


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Marcus’s large hand smooths the comforter beside him.  My body is heavy and weak; every piece of me is practically lead, weighed down in this moment. 

Hot, molten lead, to be more specific.  Unable to keep its form and desperate for somewhere to go.

There’s not a single soul I could have confided in.  Not one … not even Cody.

No one but the man who beckons me to come lie with him.  And if I’m honest with myself, it’s something I’ve wanted since he first whispered my name.

Swallowing thickly, I make my way to him, letting the floor emphasize each of my steps with a creak.  I don’t bother with pretenses, so in that time, I lift the hem of my tank top over my head, uncovering my small breasts and the cool air instantly caresses my body.

I don’t know how he’ll react but I imagine this is what he’s after, and with the weight of today still firmly weighing down on me, I want it too.  I’m eager to forget it all and feel something else that is far more intoxicating to lure me into the depths of sleep. 

A hiss of intake is followed by a groan of satisfaction from the man in the room, but I don’t bother to look him in the eye.  Leaning against the bed, I kick off the loose-fitting sweatpants, but leave on the one garment that will stay between us for the moment.  With my clothes tossed carelessly on the floor of the cheap motel, I drag down the comforter that he just smoothed and crawl in.

It’s not lost on me that I’m exposed, bared to a man who stays in the shadows and won’t let me see him.

Something about that fact makes it even easier to do what I’m about to do next.

When I crawl on the bed, the springs give a slight protest with a soft squeak.  My fingers dig into the mattress and I lean forward on my hands and knees at the top of the bed.  My eyes are closed, my breathing even and I plant the barest of kisses on his hard jaw lined with stubble.  He’s rough against my gentleness, but something about the simple act, breaks down any wall of protest.

“Tell me it’s going to be all right?”  I whisper the plea, my forehead resting against his temple.  If he were going to push me away, now would be the time and it’s quite possibly something that will happen.  An act that would destroy me.  

But I would take it.  I’d take it just as much as I’d take him laying me down on my stomach and fucking me raw on this bed.  If he’ll make everything right again, I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me.

Time tortures me as I wait for what feels like forever for an answer.  My eyes remain closed even when I feel him move, shifting next to me until his deft fingers slip down the curves of my side.  With goosebumps following the trace of his fingertips, a shiver elicits the darkest of wants.

“It will be.”  His answer comes with a nip on my shoulder, a warning maybe.  “You know I’m a bad man, don’t you?”  His warm breath trails down my shoulders like a silk sash falling from the finest of robes and all at once, he’s no longer touching me. 

My long lashes flutter open and I stare directly ahead at his throat.  The cords in his neck tighten and the dark stubble begs me to brush the tip of my nose against it, just to feel how sharp it is.  “I know exactly who you are,” I whisper and although it feels true as each syllable slips out, so many questions in the back of my mind doubt my conviction.



Meet Willow Winters

Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Best Selling Author!


Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.


In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!


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