I'm very excited about this book. This is the kind of plot line I absolutely love. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy reading the books with kidnappings, stalkers, and other baddies as much as the next girl, but reading a simple love story about the relationship between two people can be so refreshing. I just bought my copy off Amazon and can't wait to get started. Here are the details:
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Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance
Blurb:
Gossip says he is hot between the sheets. Has Mr.
Insatiable finally met his match?
Enya’s
been curious about Kit’s bedroom exploits ever since his ex-girlfriend spilled
the beans about his…skill. But he’s not for her. Enya can’t provide what he
wants from life, especially not between the sheets.
After
Enya admits she’s not good at sex, Kit persuades her to trust in him. Together,
they can create fireworks in the bedroom. A few drinks followed by a discussion
about kinky sex, and Enya succumbs to his charm.
Thrilled
he’s been proven correct, Kit can’t keep his hands off Enya, and she’s unable,
and unwilling, to resist him. But is it just great sex…or something more?
CONTENT
WARNING:
Sexy, sizzling hot romance. Please read with air conditioning on.
Excerpt:
When he paused to kiss her hair again, she whispered,
“Do you think I’m attractive?” It was a provocative statement, but the need for
reassurance after her breakup was too great to resist.
Kit stilled, and she wondered whether she’d
overstepped the invisible boundary they’d erected over the years. Just like
Tristan had always done, Kit had commented on her burgeoning figure as she’d
grown up, made lewd comments when she’d worn a bikini and teased her about the
generous size of her breasts, but it had always been done in a brotherly way,
in front of the rest of the family. He’d never crossed that line and been
suggestive or touched her inappropriately. When they were alone, he was the
perfect gentleman, honorable and polite, even if he did continue to tease her,
she’d never felt uncomfortable with him. Sometimes she’d wondered whether he
actually realized she’d grown up.
He moved back and looked down at her. Even though she
wore three-inch heels, he towered over her, his shoulders broad beneath his
jacket. She waited for him to make a joke, laugh, or look uncomfortable at
being asked to say something personal like that. Instead, to her surprise, he
cupped her face with his hands. Looking into her eyes, he held her gaze for a
moment, his blue eyes alight with desire. To her astonishment, he smiled
wolfishly and lowered his head.
She stood, transfixed, as he pressed his lips to hers.
They were firm and warm, and she waited, breathless, while he kissed her, his
mouth moving across hers with tender affection. Her mind raced. He was only
trying to comfort her. Brother to sister. As if she were kissing Tristan. Yeuch.
Only it wasn’t yeuch. And it wasn’t
remotely like how she imagined kissing her brother would be.
She rested her palms on his chest, surprised at the
firmness of his muscles beneath her fingers. She’d seen him shirtless in the
summer, hugged him and given him teasing pushes a gazillion times, but she’d
never touched him. With his lips still slowly brushing hers, and her
heart thudding, she moved her hands up and traced his collarbone beneath the
white shirt, and then lifted her hands over his shoulders and around his neck,
expecting him to draw back, laughing.
Instead of pulling away, Kit’s arms came around her,
strong and tight, his hands sliding down her back to her hips. He pulled her
against him, and to her complete and utter shock, pressed the hard length of
his erection against her, obvious proof he didn’t feel as if he were kissing a
sibling either.
Enya’s mouth opened and she gasped, inhaling sharply
when his warm tongue brushed hers. For a second she froze, completely taken
aback by his reaction, as confused as she had been in her dream by what he was
doing and her reaction to him. He stilled, but before he pulled away, desire
shot through her, and her instincts took over. Plunging her tongue into his
mouth, she threaded her hands through his hair, pressing herself against him,
molding her body to his.
Kit groaned, his hands tight on her butt. Unfamiliar
yearning swept through her, and she tightened her hands in his hair, grazing
her teeth against his bottom lip, pleasure mounting as he deepened the kiss.
She’d forgotten about the heels. She didn’t wear them
very often, and when she lifted herself on tiptoe to press her breasts against
his chest, she lost her balance. His weight pushed her back the six inches to
the wall behind her, and she hit it with a jolt hard enough to make her gasp
and break the kiss.
Kit stepped back. “Shit.” He ran both hands through
his hair and then surveyed her, hands on hips, apparently lost for words.
Enya pressed shaking fingers to her lips, her head
spinning. I kissed Kit Fawkes!
Bio
Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical
Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son.
She writes fun, flirty, and sexy romances in a variety of romantic sub-genres.
She’s won several writing competitions and is a member of the Romance Writers
of New Zealand. She would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing
romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to
pop round if you have any allergies. You can check out all her books at www.serenitywoodsromance.com.
"Are you sure this is what you want? Because, baby, once we start, I'm not sure I'll have the willpower to stop. And there's no way in hell I'm letting you get away from me afterward." As her chest inflated with a large breath, he braced himself for disappointment. 
