Book Title: Release
Author: Violet Vaughn
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 1, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Left out in the cold…
Skater Lori Langley was USA’s golden girl, headed for
the Olympics and destined for a medal. But when her coach's abuse forces her to
give up the opportunity, her world spins out of control. Their perilous love
affair is discovered and plastered all over the tabloids.
Three years later, Lori is ready to move on. New to
skiing but determined, she reinvents herself as a ski instructor and moves to
Breckenridge, Colorado. Driven to rebuild her life Lori isn’t prepared for the
likes of sexy Kaleb Wakefield. One look from the sensitive snowboarder unchains
her heart and she explores love without fear.
When the past returns to haunt her, Lori's new found
freedom is at risk. What’s lurking in the shadows is worse than she could have
imagined. She fears for more than her safety when she realizes Kaleb is in
danger too.
Will Lori and Kaleb pay the ultimate price?
I’ve
anticipated a heavy make-out session, but am suddenly chicken. Throughout the
movie he rubbed my back, and his fingers flirted with the bare skin at my
waist. My body simmers right now, but my head freaks out. I’ve only been with
one guy. It was good for a while, and then it wasn’t. What if being with Kaleb
brings on a panic attack? What if he thinks… No. Normal guys aren’t like that.
I
take a deep breath and open the dessert box. Releasing a big sigh I sense Kaleb
near me. His palms land gently on my shoulders. “Lori, I’m nervous, too.”
I
turn to him. “You are? Why?”
“Let’s
see. Well, what if all I am is a good kisser? What if I touch the wrong places,
or you don’t like my body, or I’m too sweaty or—”
I
put my fingers on his lips. “You’re adorable. Okay, here it is. I’ve only been
with one other guy and it didn’t end well. I don’t…” Damn it. “I wasn’t very
good at it.”
“My
last girlfriend didn’t think I was very good at it, either. We can be dorks
together. Okay?” He leans down and kisses my neck lightly. I welcome the shiver
it causes and thread my fingers through his hair.
He
whispers and his hot breath teases me. “I’m in no hurry. We can take all the
time you need.” He moves his lips to my mouth and kisses gently. He waits for
me to take the lead.
I
nibble on his lower lip and slide my tongue into his mouth. Meeting me, we
gently caress each other until he pulls away and says, “Let’s do dessert.”
He
slides a piece of dense chocolate cake onto the plate I set out. “I won’t eat
more than a couple bites, so why don’t you keep the other for tomorrow?” It
wasn’t a question though, because he closes the lid and puts it in the
refrigerator.
I
grab the plate along with two forks and lead the way to the couch. I sit with a
leg tucked under me. He takes a fork and lowers himself onto the sofa. “I think
you’ll like this.”
I
put a bite into my mouth and hold it on my tongue. Espresso-infused chocolate
flavor spreads in my mouth. “Ummmm.” I close my eyes and swallow the lump
slowly. “Oh yeah, that’s good.”
He
chuckles softly. “Now to get you to say that about me.”
With
my next bite I tilt my head and remove the fork coyly. “I hope you say it about
me.”
Feeling
brave, I stick a finger in the thick cream and raise it to his mouth. He sucks
it and rolls his tongue around the cream. My eyelids drop as the sensation
travels to my core.
I
set the plate on the coffee table and swipe a little more cream. Leaning up on
my knee, I put my finger in his mouth and my other hand on his shoulder. I’m
inches from his face. I lick my lips and when he nips at my hand I crush him
with a kiss.
This
time it isn’t sweet. It’s hot and sexy, and a low sound escapes my throat. I
release my grip on the firm muscles of his arms and move my hands over to his
chest. My goodness, he’s ripped. Ridges so defined, I use my fingers to trail
the edges of his pectorals and bump over his abs. I fiddle with the bottom of
his shirt, wanting to take it off and touch his skin. Reaching under it, I let
my hands make their way back up.
He
grips my shoulder blades and breaks away with a low groan. “Should I take my
shirt off?”
I
nod and bite my lip. He reveals what my hands already know. Light hair
disappears by his nipples and reappears in a line below his navel. “Not too
sweaty, nice body.” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Ummm, this is good.”
Violet Vaughn writes New Adult Romance in her home in New Hampshire. She lives with her husband, two teenagers and three Portuguese Water Dogs. An avid skier she taught skiing and snowboarding before she started her family and now skies every winter weekend for enjoyment. Summers are full of hiking and running with her dogs.
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