From Nelle L’Amour, a #1 Amazon All-Star Author and USA Today and New York Times bestseller, a new steamy and suspenseful age gap romance with a twist you won’t see coming.
When I was asked to interview Roman Hurst, I thought I was prepared.
But how could I be prepared for the gorgeous man awaiting me?
Nor was I prepared when he offered me a job. To be his muse.
And I definitely wasn’t prepared to fall in love with him.
A man fifteen years my senior. Who is hiding a dark secret.
A secret so devastating, it could rip us apart.
No, I wasn’t prepared for that at all.
I wasn’t expecting this colorful breath of fresh air to fly into my life.
To wrench me from my dark cocoon.
Make me feel things I haven’t felt in years.
Sofi Lockhart. My beautiful, feisty butterfly.
I’m going to catch her. Make her mine.
But there are predators out there who want to shatter her wings.
To tear us apart.
No, I wasn’t expecting that at all.
“No one can touch these lips
. They belong to only one person. Me.”
Roman’s forehead touches mine, his lips so close I can taste them.
My mouth is paralyzed. My throat so tight I can’t speak.
Kiss me, Roman. Please kiss me!
My heart is thudding in my chest so loudly I’m sure he can hear it.
My lips stay parted; my eyes don’t blink. On my next heated breath, he cradles my face in his hands, and as if they have ears and have heard my silent plea, his beautiful lips touch down on mine and consume them.
Oh my God! Roman Hurst is kissing me. I’ve wanted this for so long. Fantasized and dreamed about it. But not in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine what it would be like in reality. I’ve never been kissed like this by a man. I never knew kisses like this existed. It’s the kiss of all kisses. If there was such a thing as an haute couture kiss, this would be it. So perfectly crafted. So magnificent. A kiss meant for the world to see. Except I’m oblivious to everyone around us. It’s just him and me.
His warm, velvet lips capture mine, gnawing and sucking, then his tongue enters my mouth and I taste his flavor, succumbing to its minty sweet essence. To his skill. I grow slack as he sweeps his tongue from corner to corner, my knees so weak I hold on to his shoulders for support. My tongue meets his, and in a few thumps of my heart, they’re perfectly in sync, dancing together in perfect rhythm like they’ve danced this way forever. Swirling and twirling. Twirling and swirling. Little moans clog my throat as the firm grip of his hands on my jaw holds me a willing prisoner. I never want him to let me go. I never want this kiss to end. He’s ruined me for all other men. But I don’t want another man. I only want him. We kiss until we’re both panting, chests heaving with need. Liquid heat pools between my thighs. Finally, he pulls away. Both of us breathing hard. Trying to catch our breaths.
Bereft, so wet, all I want is more.
Nelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, beautiful twin princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in both the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but still enjoys playing with toys with her hubby. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. Her steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever.