Busted
This book is part of series, The Barnes Brothers, but each book is self-contained, written to stand on its own.
Blurb:
Like
his brothers Zach and Zane, Trey Barnes thought he had found the love
of his life. But fate had other plans. A widower who’s had to raise his
five-year-old son on his own, Trey has not allowed himself to be with
another woman. Until he meets Ressa Bliss at—of all places—a children’s
library program. The beautiful librarian is wonderful with his son,
Clay, but every time Trey even considers asking her out, he is tortured
by guilt.
Fate
is indeed fickle. When the two meet again at a conference, this time
the attraction is too powerful to resist. But is their connection and
passion strong enough to survive Trey’s deep inner torment?
Snippet #5
Fuck this. Trey pushed away from the wall and turned, half stumbling toward the bed.
If it all fell apart, well, he might as well enjoy it as much as he could before then.
He bumped into something on the way to her bed, swore. Did it again and then swore again, tearing his mouth away from hers only to have her catch his head and try to draw him back. Three boxes, a suitcase and a desk the size of a postage stamp turned the room into an obstacle course. Shifting his grip on her, he edged around the desk, a box—her teeth caught his ear. “You’re taking too long.”
He grunted as he reached the bed, slowly lowering her to her feet.
“Sorry.” Holding her eyes, he reached down, catching the material bunched around her waist, dragging it up. “Can we do away with this?”
“Let’s.” She turned, presenting her back and sweeping her hair out of the way.
Catching the tab of the zipper, he dragged it down, watched as it the material spread open. Lust slammed into him as flesh was revealed. The band of her bra, the same bright murder red she’d slicked across her lips, interrupted the smooth skin of her back. But that wasn’t the only color.
Flames.
Twining around elegant, scrolled print. It started at her nape and ran down the line of her spine.
Desperate to see more of her, he shoved the material down over her arms. It caught at her waist, bunched there and he shoved it lower until it hung over her hips. She went to wiggle out of it but he caught her waist, eyes locked on the tattoo. And despite how his cock throbbing, despite the need that had his hands all but shaking, he found himself smiling, almost charmed.
**********************************
GIVEAWAY
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Previous books in the series:
I pick The Tattoo Artist :)
ReplyDeleteSounds good, Irma! Thanks for visiting and commenting.
DeleteI love Zach, the tattoo artist!
ReplyDeleteI can see why, Sharlene. Thank you for dropping by!
DeleteI. Really enjoyed this book :)
ReplyDeleteI am jealous that you have read it already, Crystal and glad to hear that you liked it. It has been added on my TBR mountain. Thanks for taking the time to visit!
DeleteTattoo Artist! Thanks for the contest!!--Rae
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be a trend, Rae, lol. It's generous of Shiloh to have a giveaway, good luck! Thanks for popping in.
DeleteThe Photographer
ReplyDeleteI am always in awe of the way really good photographers see things in a way that I hadn't noticed. Thanks for coming by and commenting spongebob!
DeleteThe author.
ReplyDeleteOf course I have a soft spot for authors, Mary. Thank you for visiting!
DeleteThe accountant
ReplyDeleteI don't know, an accountant might be too meticulous for me, but I understand the allure. Thanks for visiting!
Delete