Release Date: 2nd September 2013
Synopsis
Celeste Hebert appears to have it all, but there are many things she's never had, been forbidden from having.
One night. One song. One kiss. The perfect trifecta to unleash the floodgates of a forbidden attraction between the widow and her husband’s bad boy cousin, Adrian.
Celeste endeavors to rebury the feelings that surface after this one night since her powerful family despises him. Kindred spirits, best of friends they attempt to douse their attraction; however, Adrian always seems to know exactly how to push her buttons and may prove too much to resist.
Having defied his family by making his way on his own terms, Adrian struggles to regain their acceptance. When he meets his cousin’s wife and wants her for his own, he feels he’s finally lived down to the title—black sheep. But, when his cousin dies unexpectedly, Adrian fights his attraction and swears to honor them both by helping her raise her boys.
Finding himself enveloped in a cocoon of love and acceptance, Adrian knows it’s more than just physical attraction. However, unforeseen events threaten to destroy those he now holds dear and his newfound peace.
Will the ties that bind them be their undoing?
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Excerpt
Adrian runs his hands up my arms and
shoulders until they grasp both sides of my neck to tilt my head back so that
I'm staring straight into his arctic blue eyes. I immediately start trembling,
and it's not with fear. That whiskey-laden voice drips with passion. "Celeste,
I'm begging you not to leave here looking like that. You look gorgeous, babe,
but I can't sit here all night wondering who's hitting on you, who's imagining
moving that scrap of fabric over to get a glimpse at what is..."
I'm staring straight into his arctic blue eyes. I immediately start trembling,
and it's not with fear. That whiskey-laden voice drips with passion. "Celeste,
I'm begging you not to leave here looking like that. You look gorgeous, babe,
but I can't sit here all night wondering who's hitting on you, who's imagining
moving that scrap of fabric over to get a glimpse at what is..."
"What is what?" I breathe
heavily.
heavily.
"What is underneath it all?" His brow
wrinkles, and I feel his hands tighten their pleasurably painful grip. "What is
underneath it all?"
wrinkles, and I feel his hands tighten their pleasurably painful grip. "What is
underneath it all?"
"Just me, Adrian, just me," I breathe.
"That's all."
"That's all."
"So everything then. Just like I
thought." He removes one of his hands to run it up the back of my thigh. My eyes
widen and I swallow hard.
thought." He removes one of his hands to run it up the back of my thigh. My eyes
widen and I swallow hard.
"That's not a good idea," I whisper. His
hand wraps all the way around my thigh, his fingertips coming to rest along the
crease of my left cheek. My thigh pulses with fire.
hand wraps all the way around my thigh, his fingertips coming to rest along the
crease of my left cheek. My thigh pulses with fire.
"Why not?" His fingertips tease back and
forth a little. Even though it’s a light touch, it feels like his calloused
fingertips mark me.
forth a little. Even though it’s a light touch, it feels like his calloused
fingertips mark me.
My voice is strained. "Why not? Look at
us. We can't even have a civil conversation for everything that has passed
between us, and you want to further complicate it. What you're doing will
further complicate matters."
us. We can't even have a civil conversation for everything that has passed
between us, and you want to further complicate it. What you're doing will
further complicate matters."
His hand stills. He exhales loudly and
lets his head drop on my chest. "You do this to me. I don't act like this. That
day in the park, watching you cross and uncross your legs. Throwing your hair
over your shoulder. Laughing without a care in the world. Cheering me on like it
was your favorite thing to do! It killed me. Killed me. I've never wanted a
woman the way I want you. Never."
lets his head drop on my chest. "You do this to me. I don't act like this. That
day in the park, watching you cross and uncross your legs. Throwing your hair
over your shoulder. Laughing without a care in the world. Cheering me on like it
was your favorite thing to do! It killed me. Killed me. I've never wanted a
woman the way I want you. Never."
His words rain down on me like fiery
drops of lust. I close my eyes and rewrite that memory. I thought he was just
being an ass, but his unexpected anger was because he was yearning for me. I
bite my lip, open my eyes, and shake my head. "It's just because you can't have
me, Adrian. I'm nothing special."
drops of lust. I close my eyes and rewrite that memory. I thought he was just
being an ass, but his unexpected anger was because he was yearning for me. I
bite my lip, open my eyes, and shake my head. "It's just because you can't have
me, Adrian. I'm nothing special."
"Oh, baby, you have no idea." He runs his nose up
my throat, scenting me as he goes. I lean my neck back, giving him more access
even as my brain screams at me to run—not walk—out of this room. But when he
says, "You're everything to me." My head falls back even further and my eyes
close again as I feel him slant his head and attack my jaw, throat, and neck
with closed-mouth kisses. I hear myself moan and give myself one more little
jolt to try to spare myself from this delicious torment that will only end in
frustration.
my throat, scenting me as he goes. I lean my neck back, giving him more access
even as my brain screams at me to run—not walk—out of this room. But when he
says, "You're everything to me." My head falls back even further and my eyes
close again as I feel him slant his head and attack my jaw, throat, and neck
with closed-mouth kisses. I hear myself moan and give myself one more little
jolt to try to spare myself from this delicious torment that will only end in
frustration.
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About the Author
For as long as
she can remember, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written countless
stories and plays since she was a young girl. A teacher by day and an avid
reader and closet writer by night, she has always dreamt of penning books that
people could connect with and remember; and her first novel, Every Rose, is the
perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing. Her love of the
English language prompted her to pursue a master's degree in English from Old
Dominion University in Virginia. A self-proclaimed "Coast Girl," she
lives in Mississippi with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two
loveable dogs. She is currently at work on her second book.
she can remember, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written countless
stories and plays since she was a young girl. A teacher by day and an avid
reader and closet writer by night, she has always dreamt of penning books that
people could connect with and remember; and her first novel, Every Rose, is the
perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing. Her love of the
English language prompted her to pursue a master's degree in English from Old
Dominion University in Virginia. A self-proclaimed "Coast Girl," she
lives in Mississippi with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two
loveable dogs. She is currently at work on her second book.
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