I am so pumped to feature Elle Wright's new romance novel, "The Forbidden Man"! There's whip-smart dialogue, steamy kissing...and more and of course, Elle's talent simply makes these characters leap off the page. Read on for a snippet of the H-O-T:
Excerpt (crank up the air conditioning, folks!)
“Are you still feeling cold?” he asked, adjusting
the heater and finishing off the contents of his flask.
“Actually, I’m feeling pretty hot.” She jumped when
he started coughing. “Are you okay?”
He wiped his mouth. “I’m straight.”
“You sure?” Syd studied his face as she smoothed her
hand over his back.
“Yeah.” He closed the flask and tucked it back into
his pocket. “It’s the liquor.”
“Huh?”
“The bourbon.” He patted his pocket. “It’s making you hot.”
“Somehow
I doubt that,” she mumbled.
“What?”
he asked, leaning in closer.
I doubt it’s the
liquor.
“Forget it. I’m cold again.” She burrowed into him.
“You
want me to make you hot?” he asked.
Her
eyes flashed to his and her lips parted.
“I
meant . . .” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
“Uh,
I can turn the heat up.”
“No.” She forced a smile and lowered her
gaze. “It’s fine.”
When
his hand caressed her cheek, her eyes closed of their own volition. Time seemed
to stand still. She felt his warm breath on her skin above her lips. “I think—”
She
dug her nails into his knee. “Maybe you should call Kent
again. See where he is."
He slid his thumb down the side of her neck.
He slid his thumb down the side of her neck.
She
exhaled. So this is what Terry McMillan
meant when she waited to exhale? “Because this isn’t going anywhere good. You’re acting like you want to
kiss me and I know that’s not true,” she joked.
He
clenched her hair in his hands and tugged gently.
"How
do you know that?”
She
searched his eyes. “Do you? I mean—do you want to?”
“I
do—and so many other things.”
She
let out a nervous giggle. “I think you’re feeling the effects of that gasoline
you’re drinking, Morgan.”
His
gaze dropped to her mouth as his hand crept up her thigh and rested on her hip.
She jumped in surprise when he squeezed. “Actually, I don’t believe I’m drunk
enough,” he said. “At this point, I know exactly what I’m doing, which means
I’d be held responsible for my actions.”
Syd
placed her hands on his stomach and felt his taut muscles tighten in response.
“Den would kill you. So would Red.”
Morgan
traced her lips with his thumb. “It may be worth it. Let me . . .” Then, his
mouth was on hers, drawing a low moan from her mouth. The simple touch of his
lips to hers set off a fire in Syd that seemed to burn brighter and hotter with
every second.
She
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he continued to assault her senses
with his kisses. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, demanding entrance,
which she happily granted. She gripped a fistful of his hair as he pulled her
onto his lap. He rocked into her, introducing her to his rock hard erection.
She braced her other hand against the window as she grinded into him. He
trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat and cupped her breasts in his hands. As
his thumbs traced her nipples, she cried out and he captured her cry with his
hot mouth.
Reluctantly,
she tried to pull away, but he latched onto her bottom lip with his teeth and
sucked. He obviously wasn’t ready for this to end . . . neither was she.
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