(Woodbury Boys #3)
by
Sidney Bell
ADULT title
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date (Print
& Ebook):
Ebook: Monday December 3
Print (mmp): Tuesday December
25
Length (Print &
Ebook):
Ebook: 496
Print (mmp): 496
Subgenre:
Reader warnings: Childhood
sexual abuse, angst
Blurb:
Quick-witted hustler Ghost is no stranger to living dangerously; survival has always been the name of the game.
He’s just always gone it alone.
Now he’s got the wrong people breathing down his neck, and the only way out demands placing his trust in the unlikeliest of heroes: Duncan Rook, a gruff cop whose ethics are as solid as his body.
Cozying up to a criminal is hardly what Duncan’s reputation on the force needs—especially when that criminal is temptation personified. Ghost is Duncan’s polar opposite, and the last person he expected to fall for.
So then why does every imaginable scenario for taking down their common enemy end with Ghost in his arms?
This book is approximately 122,000 words
One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise!
He’s just always gone it alone.
Now he’s got the wrong people breathing down his neck, and the only way out demands placing his trust in the unlikeliest of heroes: Duncan Rook, a gruff cop whose ethics are as solid as his body.
Cozying up to a criminal is hardly what Duncan’s reputation on the force needs—especially when that criminal is temptation personified. Ghost is Duncan’s polar opposite, and the last person he expected to fall for.
So then why does every imaginable scenario for taking down their common enemy end with Ghost in his arms?
This book is approximately 122,000 words
One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise: all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise!
Excerpt:
He turned around with his jaw set and put both hands on
Duncan’s chest. He pushed gently, so gently that Duncan couldn’t interpret it
as anything but a question, and a nonthreatening one at that, so he found
himself playing along until his back hit the concave wall of the tunnel. The
cement seeped cold through his own thin, sweat-dampened T-shirt, making him shiver.
Or maybe it was Ghost nudging at Duncan’s feet with his
toes until Duncan widened his stance, making room for Ghost to step closer
still, until their thighs brushed, until Ghost’s tilted-up face was only inches
away, his breath on Duncan’s lips. Ghost’s hands trembled against him. That
small vulnerability made Duncan hurt deep in his belly, hot and sweet and
aching.
“What are you doing?” Duncan whispered.
“You asked why.” Ghost cupped the back of his skull, trying
to coax him to lower his head, and Duncan stupidly, stupidly, went along with it. Ghost’s mouth, when it pressed
against Duncan’s, was dry and tentative and awkward.
He should move. He should push Ghost away. It was an act.
It was bullshit. At the very least, it was manipulation. It had to be. He
should run for his life and sanity and soul, but he couldn’t. He was stuck in
place by nothing more than two hands resting on his sternum and the slow
realization that this was Ghost kissing him, not the sly seducer, not the
innocent victim, not the wry pal up for a convenient good time. This wasn’t the
empty distance of disconnection that Ghost had given him before when he’d gone
doll-still and creepy. It wasn’t the confident, knowing, arousing seduction of
the kisses that had preceded Ghost’s fugue that last time, either.
This was new and uncertain and heavy. It reminded Duncan
somehow of climbing down the outside of the parking garage, the terror of
looking at a long drop and a messy landing if he couldn’t figure out what he
was doing.
It was the waiting, maybe, that made
it so overwhelming. He’d been waiting for this all along, wanting this all
along. He’d tried not to think about it, but it’d been there, and now that
Ghost was here and it was happening, he felt strung tight as a rubber band, on
the verge of snapping, because this tiny, tentative, closemouthed kiss, was a
cup of cool water after a day in a desert, enough to tempt, but not nearly
enough to sate.
Buy links:
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About Sidney Bell:
Sidney Bell lives in Colorado with her amazingly supportive
husband. She received her MFA degree in Creative Writing in 2010, considered
aiming for the Great American Novel, and then promptly started writing
fanfiction instead. More realistic grown-ups eventually convinced her to try
writing something more fiscally responsible, though, which is how we ended up
here. When she’s not writing, she’s playing violent video games, yelling at the
television during hockey games, or supporting her local library by turning
books in late.
Connect with Sidney:
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Instagram:
@sidneybellbooks
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Ohh that excerpt was a good one.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was delicious! My only regret is being unable to enter the contest since I don't use all of that social media )0;
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