Burn: Excerpt #2

I think it’s time to spice things up. Burn is one of the hottest things I’ve ever written (which we all know is saying a lot.) Here’s a little peek (it’s a bit NSFW):

Don't Let Go

This sweet little quote happens just a little before the excerpt below…

“I actually have a thing about restraint . . . ” he said. “No restraints. Ever. I prefer mind games.”

“Mind games?” This was either going to be awesome or a deal breaker.

“Roll over and put your hands above your head. Don’t move. Not one muscle. You can be as loud as you wish . . . but do not move.”

Oh . . . mind games. Instead of physically restraining me, Michael got off on mentally restraining me. I could definitely play these games.

Once I was settled exactly as Michael had requested: on my back, hands clasped above my head, legs spread, he settled over me and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked. He worked me until I was damn near incoherent, then pulled back.

I was about to implode from holding still (I made sure to tell him exactly how hard it was to keep from moving since he’d specifically requested I be loud) when he reached over to the nightstand and opened another condom.

He took his time rolling in on, with his eyes locked onto mine. There was some sort of connection taking place. His mind games weren’t just tricks to help us get off on a sexual high. This was more. This was two very fucked up souls finding solace in each other.

“Who are you, Ava?”

I swallowed. I was naked to this man, literally and emotionally. There was desperation in his eyes. There was no way I could lie to him—no way I could ever hide and be able to live with myself.

“I’m not sure if I know the answer to that yet,” I whispered. “I haven’t had a chance to find out.”

It was the most honest answer I’d ever given anyone. It was terrifying to admit I was more reaction than anything else. Ava Hanson wasn’t really anyone specific. She didn’t stand for something or build anything. She was a result of circumstances, just fighting to get through each day.

It was soul crushing every single time I thought about it.

His eyes softened. “You’re a survivor.”

My heart skipped a beat. “And who are you, Michael?” As far as I could tell he was a psychic sex god, but I knew that was as much a mask as the one I wore.

“I’m a fighter,” he said with a nod. “I don’t know much, but I know that.” A look came over him—a focused, lust-filled, determination—as he prowled across the mattress.

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BURN is out Feb 9th! Pre-Order it now for only 99 cents!

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Ni6Jvq
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iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/burn/id1066003840?mt=11

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Posted on February 3, 2016, in Burn, Excerpt, Romance, Serials, Stripped, Tease, Tempt, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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