Release Date Reveal + Excerpt: WHEN I'M WITH YOU by Harper Sloan
We are very excited to announce the release date of When I'm With You by Harper Sloan. The release for the third book in the Hope Town series will be April 26.
Enjoy this sexy excerpt while you wait!
Nate:
It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it.
My parents, my sister, and just about everyone around us has no trouble
accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and believe they would
die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve
also seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have,
and my biggest fear is that by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her.
I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because I only feel complete
when I’m with her.
Emberlyn:
The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious
smile warms me straight to my bones. Any insecurities I have vanish with just a
wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it
took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to
crave. Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m
with him.
He said I was too young. I said he was
perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could weather any
storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.
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“I want you so bad,” I mumble through
the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every
nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I
continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips.
“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my
hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in the need
of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips
again between his hands.
“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements,
each thrust up getting the attention to my clit that has the burn in my core
starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body,
gearing up to explode.
“Fuck!” he roars.
Before I realize what’s happening, he's flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath away from the
headboard in the center of my bed.
It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just
seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both
hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral
expression on the man kneeling between my spread legs.
He takes huge body rocking gulps of
air, his chest heaving with their power.
His hair is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few
pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care
about.
And his eyes are focused downward.
If I didn’t
believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought
that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant
emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a
hungered need.
The power I feel seeing his reaction
to my excitement is a high I never want
to live without. Something that I
will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to
think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect
of our chemistry. Until it burns
so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of
fireworks.
And with that thought, he makes a
sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body
with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me
completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he
was already inside me. Each time
he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back
in my head.
It was foolish of me to think I
would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his
scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our
kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.
“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to
fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking
come will be the inside of your
pussy. Do not test me by putting
those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what
it’s really like to take while giving.”
“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat,
needing that so desperately.
“No, not please. From this
point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure,
but you say no other word than my name.
I want to hear you scream that,
Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust.
“You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his
throat. I lose his eyes as he
bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against
it. “And when you do, you had
better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll
give your pussy.”
“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock
against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.
“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my
name. Know who is claiming
you. Let the whole fucking world
hear who is taking you and making you his.”
He runs his hands up each of my
arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and
his hands are curling around my fingers.
“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET
JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband
and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books,
hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost
always find her with a book in hand.
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