“Quinton,” she whispers as a few stray tears escape her eyes. “Can you do something for me?”
The heart-wrenching sadness in her voice makes me want to do anything for her at the moment, if it’ll get her to smile again. “Sure. What?”
“Will you…” she sucks her lip up into her teeth as more tears stream down her cheeks. “Will you kiss me?”
That wasn’t what I was expecting her to say at all. My mind starts racing, flooded with disturbing thoughts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… not like this.” Not ever.
Tears cascade out of her eyes as she nods and release her lip from her teeth. “Okay.”
My heart is thumping and each of her sobs triggers it to thud faster. I bring my hand forward and wipe some of her tears off her cheek with my thumb. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” It’s a partial lie because I do and I don’t at the same time. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea considering we’re both a little out of it.”
She nods again and doesn’t say a word, her eyelashes fluttering against the tears as she struggles to get them to stop. The look on her face is rupturing my heart and as she rolls over, to look away from me, my willpower fractures. I grab onto her arm and without saying a word, I draw her back to me. I can feel my own tears forcing their way up into my eyes as I realize that I’m going to kiss her and it’s going to actually mean something, not just to Nova but to me.
Grappling to breathe, I secure a finger underneath her chin, tip her face up, and press my lips to hers. She sucks in a sharp, stammering breath, kissing me back like she’s been trapping her breath for ages and suddenly I’m supplying her with oxygen. I know I should pull back, but it’s been a long time since the emptiness inside me hasn’t been so hollow and I find myself slipping my tongue into her mouth and kissing her back with way too much passion behind the kiss.
Things only get more intense when she traces her hand up the nape of my neck, then runs her fingers through my hair, drawing me closer and the voice that’s haunted my head—the one telling me to stop— abruptly shuts up. I roll to my side, positioning my body over hers, lining us together, as I explore her mouth with my tongue. A few tears drip from my eyes and fall onto her cheeks, which are soaked with her own tears. She keeps gasping, pulling me closer, pressing her body against mine, like she needs me near her or she’ll die. Her legs circle my waist and the dress she’s wearing slips up and her bare legs graze the outside of my jeans. My hands start to wander downward, toward the bottom of her dress, wanting to feel the softness of her skin. But when I reach the bottom of the fabric, I can’t seem to go through with it and at the same time her hands leave my hair. Just as quickly as it started, we stop it. Together. Both of us pulling away, panting, our eyes glossy with tears and regret as we roll onto our backs.
She cries soundlessly, with her arm draped over her head, and her chest wrenching as she cries. But I stop crying, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, letting myself die all over again.
Letting the hollowness take back over.
Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! Okay so you know Breaking Nova by the fabulous Jessica Sorenson is releasing next month? Well September 3rd to be precise. Anyways she's going to post a teaser every Tuesday, leading up to the release! *SCREAMS* I have for you, my lovelies, the first teaser! BEHOLD:
Oh my freaking Lord! I'm dying! That was awesome, yet heartbreaking at the same time. I cannot wait for more. Stay tuned homies.
How's it going peeps? Awesome, so guess what...seriously guess. *Sigh* Fine I'll tell you, little old me is taking part in the fabulous blog tour for Beneath the Surface by M.A. Stacie. *Screams* Awesome right?!
Anyways I have some cool stuff to share with you, all in preparation you see. BTW I did a review a while back (privileged to receive an ARC), so be sure to check that out! Right so here I go...
First things first, here's the synopsis. Or as I say, the blurb. (Love that word!)
Kyran Reese is a man in control. Driven when it comes to work, focused when it comes to play. From his office to the chalk circle of Metro’s bare-knuckle boxing ring, his only thought is to win. That thirst heightens when Dale Porter enters his life. His brother’s assistant should be off-limits, but her witty comments and sarcastic comebacks have him desperate to get her between the sheets. After receiving an unexpected left hook, Kyran gets exactly what he wants, though he makes the rules very clear.
When Dale agrees to Kyran’s relationship stipulation of no labels, she’s sucked into a whirlwind of lust, money, and underground boxing. The agreement to keep their lust away from the office is discarded when rules are molded to suit their ever-increasing attraction. Dale fights her growing affection, trying to hide it even when the world around them spirals out of control. All too soon she realizes she can’t hide her true feelings any longer.
Kyran begins to wonder if he’s finally met his match, and with his family falling apart before his eyes, he turns to the two things he knows will keep him sane: boxing and Dale. Those crutches can’t last forever, and when Kyran finds it harder to function he is left with a decision he never thought he’d have to make.
Could playing to win mean playing for keeps?
Next up is the bio of the fabulous author!
M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.
She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Along with knitting, listening to loud music, and playing the Wii with her children. M.A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and three sons.
Lastly here's the buying link:
All sounds positively marvelous doesn't it? I cannot wait!
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