Title: Final Call (Call #2)
Author: Emma Hart
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 16, 2014
Synopsis
We crashed and burned like a falling plane. Hard and fast with an inevitable explosion. Another few weeks together changed my life the way the first did. At twenty-four, I became naïve again. I became a dreamer again. A believer. And walking away hurts just as much as it did seven years ago.
But over doesn’t have to mean over-at least in Aaron Stone’s mind. His pursuit is relentless, his determination unwavering. He’ll go to any lengths to keep me and prove that I belong to him. Unfortunately, love isn’t easy, and whether or not I forgive him is irrelevant to his past catching up with us. Once again, our relationship is haunted by a secret, one that could destroy everything, and the secret is born from the need to protect the other…
But the tables have turned, because the secret is mine.
Excerpt
I throw a few bills
at the cab driver and slam the door behind me as I get out, my eyes
tracing the silhouette of Aaron Stone sitting on my bench.
“If this happens again, Mr. Stone, I may have to look into taking legal
action. Two nights in a row? I hardly imagine you sitting outside my
house is a coincidence.”
He looks up, his eyes piercing in the evening darkness. “Back to work,
Miss Black?”
“I have a job. As much as I’d love to sit around and feel sorry for
myself, I’m afraid I have far more important things to do.” I stroll
past him and put my key in the door.
He closes his hand around mine. “Things, or people?”
“I fail to see what business it is of yours.”
“It’s very much my business, as you’re well aware.”
“Perhaps in your opinion. But if it will make you feel better, it’s
things, not people.” I turn around. “I’m not back to work fully. Yet.”
“Yet?”
“I have to earn money somehow, and my big spenders aren’t pretty little
rich boys who need a date for the night. So yes, yet.”
“Never,” he growls, leaning into me. “You aren’t fucking another guy,
Dayton.”
“That’s not your decision, Aaron. You had your chance to decide that,
and you blew it. Now if you’d like to remove yourself from my property,
I’d appreciate it.”
His lips touch mine in a scorching, forceful kiss that knocks me
backward. I gasp at the sudden touch, and he slides his tongue between
my lips. His hands cup my face, holding me against him, and my back is
flush against the door. He tastes of the woody whiskey he adores, and he
tastes of power and determination and finality.
“Tell me one thing,” he says, his lips brushing across mine with his
words. “Has anyone else kissed these lips?” His thumb comes between us
and flicks my bottom lip.
Who the fuck does he think he is, answering that question? I’m ready to
push him away, to shove him on his ass, but instead what happens is a
whisper of, “Fuck you.”
“Answer the fucking question, Dayton.”
My chest heaves at the thickness of his voice. I can hear the emotion
beneath the demand. “No. They haven’t,” I answer.
His lips crash against mine once more, rougher, harsher. I can feel
nothing but his palms rough against my cheeks and his lips soft against
my own. His tongue sweeping through my mouth and owning it completely.
The ball of need building in my lower stomach and sending aches down
through my pussy.
He kisses me deeply, completely dominating my mouth, possessing me until
I’m consumed by him and for a long moment, I forget why this shouldn’t
be happening.
Until he pulls back, his nose resting alongside mine, and I remember
again.
I take a deep breath, meeting his eyes as the reality of what just
happens settles into a heavy ball in my chest. “You have five seconds to
get your ass out of here before I go crazy at you.”
He smirks, igniting a new kind of fury inside me. “Remember that next
time you think what you do is none of my business.”
About The Author
Find Emma online at:
Blog: http://www.emmahart.org
Facebook: www.facebook.com/EmmaHartBooks
Twitter: @EmmaHartAuthor
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