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Publication Date: December 1st 2013
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Pressing the boundaries of both the psyche and the heart, Sam and Holden embark on a dangerous journey that will test the limits of love.
Sam Wintry's life used to be almost perfect. She was engaged to her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart, Tyler Marks, planning an amazing cross-country honeymoon during her college break. But after a hit-and-run leaves her in ruin, she begins seeing Tyler's fractured, ghostly presence, and her family believes she's losing her mind. Not until she completes their journey, stopping along the way to scatter Tyler's remains, will Tyler be able cross over. Only...is Sam ready for him to leave her?
When the black sheep of the Marks' family, Holden Marks, returns to check on Tyler's case, Sam convinces him to give her his brother's ashes. Despite their shaky history, she needs him...plus, he owes it to Sam and his brother. What she doesn't count on is Holden's relentlessness to go on the trip.
On the road, Holden realizes just how unhinged Sam has become. Dealing with her psychosis forces him to confront his dark past, making it harder to keep secrets hidden that should remain buried. Especially from Sam, the only woman he's ever loved. And as Sam starts to unravel the truth, she begins to question if the brother she's unwillingly falling for again is in an even darker place than her.
Excerpt:
My feet race across the root- covered path, and when I reach her, I
swallow hard. Rain water drips down her face, rolling over her full lips, and
her black hair is slicked back. Like she just got out of the shower. I try to
keep my gaze from drifting lower, but dammit. Her white shirt clings to her
body, teasingly revealing the fact she’s either not wearing a bra, or she’s
wearing a really thin one.
I’m instantly sporting a semi. I give myself a mental punch to the gut,
clearing my thoughts. I don’t know how to start this. My mouth is dry, and if I
had any words in my empty head before, they’re long gone. Maybe I misread her
paint—
Her arm snakes around my neck, pulling my shirt off my head, and I
realize— like a dumbass— I’m still holding it above me. Her other hand goes to
my stomach, and I suck in a sharp breath at the feel of her warm skin through
the material. Her body presses against me, and it’s so delicate, fragile. She’s
shaking. I want to hold her tight. Feel every bit of her.
“What are we doing?” she asks, releasing a small, timid laugh.
I swallow again. “I don’t know . . . but whatever it is, I don’t want to
stop.”
Heat blazes in her eyes, desire. And I try to remind myself that this is
Sam. My next door neighbor, and the girl I’ve known since she was in diapers.
But she’s far more mature than her years; she sees things clearer than anyone
I’ve ever met— is more sultry than any woman I’ve ever seen.
Shutting down my brain, I brush a wet lock of hair from her cheek. She
gasps at my touch and bites down on her lip, and it’s my undoing. Gripping her
soaking shirt, I pull her to me and press my lips to hers.
It’s soft and questioning, us trying to figure out our beat. It’s
nervous and unsure, but as her mouth parts to welcome me in, I dip my tongue
inside the hollow of her mouth, taste the sweetness of her. When she matches
me, her tongue sliding over mine, mingling, heat scorches the back of my
throat. My pulse quickens as a tremor rocks me.
She shivers in my arms, whether from the cold or the kiss, I’m not sure.
But all I want to do is make her shiver more. And then warm her. I bend at the
knees and grasp her thighs, lifting her into my arms. Something primal is
taking over— driving out any hesitation. She latches her arms around my neck,
locking her legs around my waist.
I’m moving us forward or backward . . . I don’t know. But I feel the
tree bark against my knuckles at some point, and I press Sam against it, her
body molding to mine. Our kiss becomes crushing and hungry, and I’m suddenly
desperate, scared for it to end.
I’ve never opened myself up to anyone like this, especially a girl. I’ve
made out with them and other things. Hell, I’m a guy. But with Sam . . . I know
I’m vulnerable now. I can feel her reaching in and taking up residency in my
soul.
It’s painful and pleasurable and scary as hell.
Thunder
cracks above, the rain beats down, but we’re lost beneath a black dead tree—
feeling alive.
The Series:
From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself.
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2 comments:
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Yay :D Awesome post Rachel. <3 Thank you for sharing about this book :) I don't read adult, yet, but I'm glad you loved this one. <3
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