I still don't have a release date for The Forever of Ella and Micha, but I do have expected release dates for The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden and Shattered Promises.
The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden--Expected release date Dec. 2012 (give me a few days and I should have a exact date :)). And Shattered Promises (see blog tab for info)--expected release date early Jan. 2013 (but I'll try for sooner).
Now a teaser from The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden! Hope you enjoy it!
I lower my feet to the floor as his hands sneak under my shirt, his palms cold against my wet skin. I tangle my fingers through his wet locks, down his broad shoulders and to the bottom of his shirt, grazing my finger against his lower abs.
He winces at my touch and I recoil my hand back. "Sorry," I say.
He blinks at me and then reaching over his shoulder, he tugs his shirt over his head and discards it on the floor. I saw him with his shirt off once, at the pool house. This is different, though. The light is bright and emphasizes every single white scar, small and big, on his lean chest, his arms, his firm stomach. Some are as tiny as my fingernail, some bigger, and there is one that tracks all the way down the front of him.
Without even thinking, I lean forward, closing my eyes, and touch my lips to the center of his chest, my breath feathering his skin.
“Callie,” he says as his muscles stiffen. “I don’t think…” He trails off as I begin to place kisses all over his chest, making sure to touch each scar, wishing it would take the memories of them away, but knowing memories that dark don’t go away.
My head travels upward to his collarbone, his neck, his chin. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m feeling, but it’s new and raw and wonderful. When I reach his lips, I place a kiss on them and then move away.
His eyes are amplified, his breathing erratic, his face filled with agony. I tense, worried I’ve done something wrong, but then his expression softens. He cups his hand around the back of my neck, his fingertips pressing into my skin as he leans in to kiss me with so much passion it rips away all the cold inside my body.
He backs us toward the bed, slipping my jacket off my shoulders and reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I tell myself I can handle this, that he’s not going to hurt me as I raise my arms above my head and he lifts it over my head.
A big step and it scares the shit out of me, but he crashes his lips into mine before my thoughts can catch up. I clutch as his biceps as he unhooks the clamp of my bra and it falls off my arms. I barely breathe at the feel of his bare skin touching mine. It feels good. And bad. It feels like everything I’ve wanted but didn’t think I could have.
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He blinks at me and then reaching over his shoulder, he tugs his shirt over his head and discards it on the floor. I saw him with his shirt off once, at the pool house. This is different, though. The light is bright and emphasizes every single white scar, small and big, on his lean chest, his arms, his firm stomach. Some are as tiny as my fingernail, some bigger, and there is one that tracks all the way down the front of him.
Without even thinking, I lean forward, closing my eyes, and touch my lips to the center of his chest, my breath feathering his skin.
“Callie,” he says as his muscles stiffen. “I don’t think…” He trails off as I begin to place kisses all over his chest, making sure to touch each scar, wishing it would take the memories of them away, but knowing memories that dark don’t go away.
My head travels upward to his collarbone, his neck, his chin. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m feeling, but it’s new and raw and wonderful. When I reach his lips, I place a kiss on them and then move away.
His eyes are amplified, his breathing erratic, his face filled with agony. I tense, worried I’ve done something wrong, but then his expression softens. He cups his hand around the back of my neck, his fingertips pressing into my skin as he leans in to kiss me with so much passion it rips away all the cold inside my body.
He backs us toward the bed, slipping my jacket off my shoulders and reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I tell myself I can handle this, that he’s not going to hurt me as I raise my arms above my head and he lifts it over my head.
A big step and it scares the shit out of me, but he crashes his lips into mine before my thoughts can catch up. I clutch as his biceps as he unhooks the clamp of my bra and it falls off my arms. I barely breathe at the feel of his bare skin touching mine. It feels good. And bad. It feels like everything I’ve wanted but didn’t think I could have.
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