Title:
Say When
Author: Tara West
Series: Something More (#1)
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Shifting Sands Publishing
Release Date: July 19 2013
Blurb/Synopsis:
He told me to say when, but I can’t. Not with Andrés. It’s
so hard to say anything when he’s trailing feather soft kisses down my neck, or
when his touch sends hot currents of lust rippling across my skin.
Then there’s the way he smiles and offers soft words of
encouragement when I’m creating art, almost like he believes I have talent.
He’s not like any guy I’ve ever met. Not like my ex-fiancée.
Not like my father. He’s got me thinking that maybe we can have something more.
More than just lust, degradation, and abuse.
And now I’m scared, because that means I’ll have to trust
him with more than just my body, but with my heart, too.
Christina Duval
***Warning: this book contains
graphic language, sex, and mature situations. Not intended for young adult
readers.***
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former Texas high school teacher, I enjoyed coaching the writing team and even
the hectic deadlines that came with running the school publications. After
taking a break to raise my baby girl, I now work from home as a cover artist.
In my spare time, I loves to read, exercise and spend time
with family and friends. I contribute the cover art for my Whispers Series and
have designed covers for over 500 other books.
Please visit me at http://www.tarawestauthor.wordpress.com/
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Scene from chapter three...
I don’t know what
force of nature compels me to break my “no eye contact” rule. Maybe it is his
heady musk, or the warmth radiating off his frame, but when I look into his
eyes, I swear I nearly wet my pants. The guy is gorgeous. Warm chocolate eyes,
thick lashes, flawless tanned skin, marred only by the slightest bit of stubble
on his square jaw. Black hair cut short frames his angular face. And that
mouth, so full and sensual, my traitorous lips part as if compelled to kiss
him.
When he
looks down at me and smiles, I know I’m done for. My knees weaken and the heat
rushes through me and spreads like wildfire. Damn me for acting the love-struck
fool and smiling back.
His
sensual lips part and I think, Oh, gawd,
this is it. You’re about to totally violate your anti-slut protocol and make
out with this random stranger. I don’t even have the strength to tell
myself I’m acting like an idiot.
He leans
toward me, and before he gets the chance to kiss me, he points to something
just beyond my shoulder. “Do you girls need help?”
His deep,
rich voice startles me, but not as much as the fact that I was about to kiss a
total stranger—a stranger who’s obviously not interested in kissing me back.
I turn
toward Karri. She’s slumped against the driver’s side door and sobbing into her
hands. Well, don’t I feel like the total bitch?
My sexy
Latin stud brushes past me, the click of his cowboy boots ringing across the
pavement as he walks toward Karri. He’s a soldier. I can tell by his rigid,
uniform stride, although his cropped hair should have given it away. Karri’s brother is in the Marines, and he’s
got a similar stiffness in his gait. I follow this guy, even though my legs are
almost useless, weakened by my stupid crazy hormones.
“Uh, oh,”
he says as he circles the car.
It’s still
smoking, and I worry maybe Karri should back away, even though I’m pretty sure
cars only blow up in the movies.
Karri
looks at him through wide, watery eyes, and something flashes in her gaze. Oh,
yeah, her slut sonar must be on high alert. I can’t say I blame her. His
physique is just as impressive from the rear. His jeans mold to that ass
perfectly, and even through his striped linen shirt, I can see the outline of a
man in prime condition.
Karri
wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “My stupid car broke down.” She pouts
and bats her lashes while thrusting out her generous cleavage.
“It’s not
the car that’s stupid,” I say before I have the chance to stop myself. I slap
my hand over my mouth. What the heck is wrong with me? But as I watch my friend
slant me a dirty look and then turn a big smile on the stud, I know exactly
what’s wrong. I’m being territorial over a guy, which is weird, because I’ve
never been that way before, not even over Jackson. And for some odd reason,
money grubbing hos are always throwing themselves at him.
“Mind if I
take a look?” Stud muffin asks, but he’s already inside the car popping the lever.
Smoke pours from the engine when he lifts the hood.
I take
several steps back because the fumes are unbearable. Karri screeches and stomps
a foot. He surveys the damage, and when he frowns, the tendons in his neck flex
beneath his stiff shirt collar. Damn. I imagine the muscles beneath that shirt
are even tighter. Double damn.
I cross
one leg over the other, balancing awkwardly as I try to quell my raging
hormones—that is how hot and bothered I am over a guy.
Thanks, Amber. :)
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