His heart
was turned off…
was turned off…
Until she
turned him on…
turned him on…
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ChristopherMoore gave up on the idea of love years ago. Now, his life is an endless string
of parties and an even longer string of girls. Enjoying the physical perks with
none of the emotional mess, hes convinced everyone that hes satisfied—everyone
but himself.
Samantha
Schultz has moved on with her life. Finishing her student teaching and living
with her boyfriend, shes deluded herself into believing shes content. But there
is one boy she never forgot—her first love—and she keeps the memory of him
locked up tight. She will never allow any man to break her the way Christopher
did.
Schultz has moved on with her life. Finishing her student teaching and living
with her boyfriend, shes deluded herself into believing shes content. But there
is one boy she never forgot—her first love—and she keeps the memory of him
locked up tight. She will never allow any man to break her the way Christopher
did.
When
Christopher's sister and her family move into a new neighborhood, Christopher
is completely unprepared to find Samantha living at the end of the street.
Memories and unspent desires send them on collision course of sex, lies, and
lust. But when guilt and fear send Samantha running, Christopher will have to
fight for what has always been his.
Christopher's sister and her family move into a new neighborhood, Christopher
is completely unprepared to find Samantha living at the end of the street.
Memories and unspent desires send them on collision course of sex, lies, and
lust. But when guilt and fear send Samantha running, Christopher will have to
fight for what has always been his.
By the waist, he lifted me, pinning me to the wall with the hard
planes of his body. I could do nothing but wrap my legs around his hips. He
rocked against me, the friction of his jeans igniting that fire, the threat of
Ben fueling those flames. He buried his face in my neck as if he didn’t want to see, his bite aggressive as he turned to nip at my jaw, at
my chin, moving to my lips. "Told you I wouldn't let you go. Not ever
again."
planes of his body. I could do nothing but wrap my legs around his hips. He
rocked against me, the friction of his jeans igniting that fire, the threat of
Ben fueling those flames. He buried his face in my neck as if he didn’t want to see, his bite aggressive as he turned to nip at my jaw, at
my chin, moving to my lips. "Told you I wouldn't let you go. Not ever
again."
His frenzied voice ached with regret.
"Never," I told him, grinding myself on his erection that
was pressed tight between my thighs. I felt desperate to erase the distance Ben
had tried to wedge between us.
was pressed tight between my thighs. I felt desperate to erase the distance Ben
had tried to wedge between us.
Christopher seemed even more fractured over it, unable to fathom the
idea of what Ben had tried to force on me.
idea of what Ben had tried to force on me.
“I just got you back and he’s trying to take you away.”
“I’m here…I’m here.”
“Here,” he said as if a demand, tearing at my
clothes, overwrought as he rushed to palm every inch of exposed skin. My
shoulders were pressed to the wall, my chest heaving with harsh breaths. He
pushed up my shirt and dragged off the cups of my bra. My breasts felt heavy
and full as he looked on them with a stuttered groan. He splayed his hands
across my back, dragging me forward, and his mouth was there, drawing my nipple
into his hot mouth, sucking hard before he turned to the other.
clothes, overwrought as he rushed to palm every inch of exposed skin. My
shoulders were pressed to the wall, my chest heaving with harsh breaths. He
pushed up my shirt and dragged off the cups of my bra. My breasts felt heavy
and full as he looked on them with a stuttered groan. He splayed his hands
across my back, dragging me forward, and his mouth was there, drawing my nipple
into his hot mouth, sucking hard before he turned to the other.
I bucked, my hands fists in his hair.
He wrapped an arm low around my waist, his body leaving mine for a
fraction of a second, and without setting me down, he dragged my shorts and
panties from my legs. Fumbling, he pushed his jeans and underwear down around
his thighs.
fraction of a second, and without setting me down, he dragged my shorts and
panties from my legs. Fumbling, he pushed his jeans and underwear down around
his thighs.
Without warning, he thrust into me.
I cried out from the perfect invasion.
No condom.
No heed.
Christopher took me completely.
Recklessly.
A.L. Jackson isthe New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as
well as other contemporary romance titles, including If Forever Comes, Pulled
and When We Collide, as well as the New Adult Romance Come To Me Quietly due
out January 7, 2014.
She first found a
love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She
filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an
emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years later, she
shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and,
with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L.
now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her
husband and three children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones
she loves.
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