When it comes to women, sexy, well-built Kyle Coleman has always been a lover, not a fighter. His one exception? The tempting, beautiful Ella Fisher. Her family and his share a tempestuous past, which make the two of them as a couple off-limits—despite the fact that she inspires some of his dirtiest fantasies. He's kept his hands off of her for years . . . until the lines between family loyalty and lust become irrevocably blurred one fateful evening and changes everything between them.
Releases: July 25, 2017
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips has written over 40 sexy contemporary romance novels that today's readers identify with and enjoy. After a successful 15 year career with various New York publishing houses, Carly is making the leap to Indie author, with the goal of giving her readers more books at a faster pace at a better price. Her Serendipity books will still finish up in January/February 2014 via Berkley as planned. Carly lives in Purchase, NY with her family, two nearly adult daughters and two crazy dogs who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. She's a writer, a knitter of sorts, a wife, and a mom. In addition, she's a Twitter and Internet junkie and is always around to interact with her readers.
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Erika Wilde (aka Janelle Denison) is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50 contemporary romances for multiple print publishers.
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As they stared at one another and Ella's smile faded away, Kyle reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb along her soft cheek and didn't hold back what he was feeling. "Is it selfish of me that I'm glad that you're stuck in the city and here with me right now?"
"No," she whispered, not bothering to hide the longing and desire shining in her eyes. "Is it selfish of me that I want you, even knowing it can only be for this one night?"
Another bold and daring invitation that was wreaking havoc with his dwindling willpower. "Ella . . . " His voice was gruff as he watched her tongue shyly skim across her full bottom lip. "You're making it so damn hard to be good."
"I don't want you to be good. I really want you to be bad. With me."
She lifted her hand and touched the cool tips of her fingers against the hollow of his throat, then slowly, gradually caressed them down the middle of his chest, along his abs, and followed the thin trail of hair that led to the waistband of his boxer briefs and the hard length of his eager cock.
He groaned, his chest heaving, and before she could cup him in her hand, he grabbed her hips and hauled her body up against his. She gasped, her eyes widening, but not in shock. No, they were fucking triumphant because she'd finally gotten what she wanted.
Then again, when it came to Ella, she'd been his greatest weakness, and he'd always given her whatever she desired. Why had he thought this would be any different?
He backed her up, and when her ass hit the edge of his dining table, he lifted her so she was sitting on the flat surface. Holding her gaze, he pushed her thighs wide apart and stepped in between, making sure she could feel every fucking inch of his aching dick pressing against that sweet spot between her legs.
He buried his hands in her hair, gently tugging on the roots to tip her head back so she couldn't look away. And Jesus, the need in her eyes, all for him, nearly slayed every last bit of his control. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, because he didn't want her to wake up in the morning with regrets.
She was already unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, revealing the soft, delectable curves of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach . . . "Absolutely sure," she breathed huskily. "Just this one night, Kyle. Please."
It was that last word that shattered his resolve and had him crushing his lips against hers in a hungry, endless kiss while she desperately shrugged out of his shirt until it pooled around her on the table. His tongue swept over hers, the connection turning hotter, deeper, as he angled her head so he had full access to every part of her mouth. Jesus Christ, he wanted to fucking own her.