Book details:
Title: Intense 2 ( A Collection of books from some of today's bestselling authors)
Release Date: December 1st
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Format: Ebook Only and Exclusively at Amazon
Genre: New Adult Romance
*For a list of titles see the synopsis
Synopsis:
Release Date: December 1st
**On sale for a limited time only & at a special low price**
Format: Ebook Only and Exclusively at Amazon
Genre: New Adult Romance
*For a list of titles see the synopsis
Synopsis:
One book from one bestselling author is exciting, but when you put ten all together what you get is something more.
Something Intense.
Intense 2 is a collection of ten unique stories from eight authors who bring their A game every time they sit down with a blank page. Combined together you get a limited edition read jam-packed with passionate encounters, powerful alphas, and romance that will keep you warm at night.
This is a must read for any romance reading, page turning book addict. Download it now before it’s gone!
This collection includes:
Cambria Hebert - Text (novel)
TEXT (Excerpt)
He
tackled me from behind and I fell face forward, the phone tumbling out of my
hands, just ahead, just out of reach. I cried out and stretched my hand toward
my lifeline, desperate to finish the call.
“You’re
going to pay for that, bitch,” the gruff voice said. I’d
never known such fear in all my life. I could barely think straight.
Straight-laced dread and panic took over my body, making my limbs feel heavy
and numb. Don’t give in, the voice inside me screamed. I
bucked like a pony and reached forward, my hand closing over my phone. Yes! My joy was extremely short-lived
when the man, who was still straddling my back, snatched it out of my hand and
tossed it into the nearby creek.
“No,”
I cried, watching it swept away beneath the surface.“No
one’s going to help you,” the voice above intoned.
Julie Richman - Bad Son Rising (novel)
Tijan - Brady Remington Landed Me In Jail (novel)
Brady Remington Landed Me In Jail (Excerpt)
He was different when he
was with me. If we'd been at the party, he would've had the hard edgy look to
him. He liked his tattoos to be seen, but I saw that he had pulled a blanket to
cover the tribal tattoo on his stomach. The one on his shoulder was hiding in
the shadows.
"It's not that I
don't like her. It's just that…she's one of them."
"One of what?"
"You know. Your
girlfriends."
"My what?"
"Your
girlfriends." I didn't think that I needed to spell it out. "She's…I
don't know. She's cool and confident and…she's not the type of person that I'm
friends with."
"You're friends
with me." His voice was quiet.
The air shifted again.
Here we were…I knew that I needed to tread lightly, very lightly. I met his
gaze, swallowed over a knot in my throat, and felt that we were talking about
something different.
"You're different.
I mean…we're not normal, Brady."
A scowl formed at his
mouth. "What are you talking about? We're not normal?"
"You
know—you're…one of them and I'm…not."
"That is the most
ridiculous thing I've ever heard." He threw himself off the bed and
stalked towards me. "You are just like me. You are no different than me.
You are no different from Clarissa."
"Yeah, but…" I
was pressed against the doorframe as Brady towered over me. "I'm not one
of your girlfriends."
His chest was in front
of mine. Another step, just an inch, and we'd be pressed against each other.
His gaze was glued to my lips. I kept looking from his eyes to his lips, but
then I felt something strange wash over me when he murmured, throatily,
"You're more than that."
I sucked in a large
breath, I couldn't let it out. I stood there, frozen in place. He skimmed the
side of my face with his hand, then tucked my hair back and cupped my cheek. He
moved close and slowly, so slowly, rested his forehead against mine. His breath
tickled my lips. "You're my best friend, Ray."
My hands had lifted to
his arms. I felt his muscles shift underneath my fingers and I clasped harder.
I couldn't fall.
"What are you
doing?" The words wrangled out of my throat.
Brady didn't answer. He
closed his eyes and nuzzled his mouth against my temple. My hands slid from his
arms to his shoulders and then behind his neck. One of his hands cupped the
back of my neck where he applied pressure and arched my head back. The other
hand skimmed the side of my robe. When his fingers spread out, the top of his
thumb brushed underneath my breast.
"Brady, I
don't…" I couldn't talk anymore, but I knew there was something that I
needed to say. I knew it, but…
"Shhh." His
lips touched mine. They rested there, but there was no pressure, no demand from
him.
Then his lips opened
over mine. A surge of need rushed through me and I clasped him tight. Brady
pushed me against the doorframe and he urged my leg to wrap around his waist. I
couldn't get enough of him. It was like before, but this time it was different.
I knew what would happen.
I never thought I'd do
this or be like this, but it was Brady.
Very Wicked Things (Excerpt) Book #2 of the Briarcrest Academy
Series
I
got out of the shower and dressed hurriedly, anxious to get back to Cuba.
The
door opened, and like he did it every single day, he stepped inside the steamy
bathroom.
“Think
I need a shower, too,” he said, his fingers easing off his football practice shirt.
What? Now?
Trying
to play it cool and failing miserably, I moved my eyes off his naked chest and
checked out his track pants and the obvious bulge he sported.
Oh. Did his lower
body match the rest of him? Was it all sinewy muscle and big?
Just,
yeah. That thought got stuck in my head and went round and round.
“You staying?” he asked, a grin working his
face. Pleased at my open admiration, probably.
“No,”
I said, but made no move to go. ‘Cause I had no shame when it came to catching a
glimpse of his muscular body.
“Good,”
he said, his smile broadening.
He
pivoted to turn on the shower, and my eyes betrayed me again, admiring the
muscles in his back, checking out how they twitched and rippled when he moved. Football
and rowing had been good to him. My fingers itched to know how they’d feel
underneath my hands. Which was stupid because we had nothing in common. Not a
rich Highland Park boy and a poor girl from Ratcliffe.
And
most importantly, he was a player, not to be trusted.
He
hooked his thumbs into his pants, paused a moment—maybe waiting to see if I’d
run from the room?—but when I didn’t budge, he slid them and his underwear off.
My mouth opened. Fuck me. Cuba Hudson,
the most popular guy at Briarcrest was standing right in front of me, naked and
beautiful. And like the cocky bastard he was, he posed for me, his big-ass
muscles making me vibrate all over. Need for him slammed into me.
Did I say he was
hot?
Well,
I was wrong.
He
was off-the-charts, no-holds-barred, freaking going make-me-lose-my-mind-right-there
delicious. The ultimate man-candy, the kind I knew to stay away from, yet here
I was, ogling him.
“Still
leaving?” he asked huskily.
“Any
minute,” I said in a weak voice, backing up to the wall and propping myself up.
“Just chillin’. Shower wore me out. I might need to hold this wall up for a
sec.”
“I
want you to stay,” he said, eyes at half-mast, glowing with heat.
“Why?”
I said, aching to touch him. But that was crazy. I was a virgin, and I didn’t
know jack about touching a guy’s you-know-what.
“Look
at me, Dovey.”
I
tore my eyes from his manhood, blushing.
His
eyes burned. “There’s a sense of urgency in my head. Like our time is limited.”
I
nodded. Yeah, same here.
“And,
I’ll be honest, I don’t want to rush you, but I’m dying to sink into you. I
want to set you on fire with need for me.” He ghosted his hands over the steel
rod between his legs. Once, twice, and—holy hell, he didn’t stop.
My
chest rose faster and faster. This was insane.
He
lowered his voice. “Kiss me again, Dovey.”
Oh,
shit. “That’s a terrible idea, Cuba. Cause you’re naked, and I’m turned on
because you’re naked. And you’re touching yourself. And you’re naked.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Not a good combo.
Odds are we’ll end up in that shower together or back in your bed doing the
double-backed monster.”
“Then
join me in the shower. I’ll be good. For you.” He arched his back, his hands
still doing that back and forth that was driving me insane.
Liar, liar, pants
on fire,
I thought. No way he would he be good.
Because
he was the heartbreaker of Briarcrest. And one wicked boy.
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S. E. Lund - Drake Restrained 1 (novella) / Drake Restrained 2 (novella)
Liv Morris - Love Handles Club (novella)
Love Handles Club (Excerpt)
Bradley was down to his boxer briefs. My beautiful man. He appeared fully ready for me, filled out in all the right places, not a love handle in sight. Carved well and defined.
I’d seen him before, made love to him countless times. Granted it
was years ago, and he was a man now, but tonight there was something totally
different between us. All the past memories didn’t seem to count. They’d faded
and felt like a lifetime ago. We were truly having a new beginning.
J.l. Mac - Reach Me (novella)
Kailin Gow - The Blue Room (novella) / Heat (novella)
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