Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Published: August 2014
Two people haunted by their past…
The collision of two damaged hearts…
Meet Elizabeth Williams. She is at the airport on an important work assignment. If everything goes smoothly, after three years of hard work, she’ll get a promotion and a much-needed raise. Elizabeth is putting her life back on track after it was ripped out from under her feet four years ago when she lost her parents along with all her dreams. Standing here, she believes her life is going to change for the better any moment now. Nothing can go wrong, right?
Meet Ryan Price. He came to Moscow on business. Right now, Ryan is standing at the airport looking at a ‘present’ from his brother, judging by the sign a beautiful young woman is holding. Damn his brother for not cancelling this arrangement as Ryan asked.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings and a brilliant but painful love story begins.
There will be a scary flight, lovely breakfasts, long evening conversations, sharing a secret or two, discovering one another, a lot of laughter, tender moments and some tears, a fight and, of course, the I-am-ready-for-the-end-of-the-world kiss.
Somewhere along the way, they won’t be able to fight their feelings any longer.
For the first time in his life, Ryan will experience a different shade of lust. And for the first time in her life, Elizabeth will have to trust despite all of the times she has been hurt.
Will these two wounded lost souls find love, peace and comfort in each other or will they just break each other more? Is it a train wreck of a love story or a happily ever after?
THIS IS A NEW ADULT BOOK AND IS INTENDED FOR READERS WHO ARE AT LEAST 17 YEARS OLD. ADULT CONTENT/LANGUAGE/SITUATIONS ARE INSIDE.
Suddenly two hands grab me and yank me out of the water.
What the hell?
The shock from the unexpected movement causes me to draw a breath still in water and it gathers in my lungs. A second later my head is above the surface, and I start to cough.
“Elizabeth, what the hell?” Ryan’s voice is angry.
“Are you okay?” he asks as I fling my hair back from my face.
“Yea.” I am fine, more than fine. Ryan is holding me to him, his hands are on my bare skin.
Doesn’t he realize that his touch is lethal for me?
The water is crystal clear, and I can see right through it. Not bothering to hide it, I admire the glory of his naked torso – his lean, sleek-muscled chest, chiseled abs.
My hands are at his forearms, and I instinctively wrap my legs around Ryan’s waist. He seems shocked, but doesn’t push me away, he even hugs me a little closer to him. He looks confused, I would say even a little scared or angry. With the water dripping from his face, he is gazing intently into my eyes as if trying to find some answers there. I brush a stray strand of hair out of his face and run my hand along his cheek, feeling the stubble along his jaw line.
“Just tell me how you are,” Ryan pleads, his voice panting. I don’t know what comes over me, but I know I need to kiss him now. I may regret doing this later, but I know for sure that I will regret not doing it more. “Are you – ” I close the distance between us and press my mouth to his, not letting him finish his question.
His lips are just as I remember them – absolutely perfect.
Ryan is answering me with a deeper, more skillful kiss, persuading my lips to open for him. I do so without hesitation, and his tongue accepts the invitation as it starts sliding along mine in a beautiful rhythm.
Nothing has ever felt more right.
The taste of Ryan is even better than my favorite chocolate, and I wonder for a second if it’s addictive, too.
Ryan cups the back of my neck and draws me in even closer. And I run my hands up over his shoulders and twist his wet hair in my fingers, making him groan in my mouth. His sensual licks along my tongue make me forget everything, and I melt at the sensation of his lips moving against mine. I barely register a soft moan escaping my throat.
Ryan Price awakens every nerve, every muscle, every cell in my body. He flickers it to life and rouses an insatiable hunger inside of me. The hunger for him, for more of this.
Right in this moment, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. I’m flying and falling at the same time.
The evidence that he wants me as badly as I want him isn’t just pressing hard against my stomach. No, the real confirmation is where our chests are pressed together – his heartbeat. It beats in an explosive frenzy that matches mine.
Emily is a chocolate junkie, “Grey’s Anatomy” fan, and admirer of good music. She loves summer rains, warm blankets on cold winter nights, as well as traveling, sleeping in late, watching TV shows, cooking, and baking. When she’s not writing or rewriting, she loves spending time with family and friends.
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