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 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 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?
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..."
"What is what?" I
breathe heavily.
"What is underneath it
all?" His brow 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."
"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.
"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.
"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.
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."
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."
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."
"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.
Since the dawn of time, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written innumerable stories and plays. A lover of good books, bad boys, and kickass tunes, she'd always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember. She also has a secret penchant for wringing the emotions out of unsuspecting readers. She collects reader's tears in much the same way that wine connoisseurs collect their favorite vintage.
Her first novel, Every Rose, was the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing, effectively burrowing her way into the hearts and minds of readers throughout the world. She has followed that up with an adult romance in Everything I've Never Had.
Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a Master's degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia, where she also minored in snark and interpretive dance. She lives somewhere on the Mississippi Gulf Coast with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. When she's not writing riveting story lines, she like to focus on her macramé art and her scouring of eBay, where she buys locks of hair from her favorite rock stars, most especially Bret Michaels and Dave Grohl.
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