The Closer You Come
Original Heartbreakers, #1
Gena Showalter
March 31, 2015
Blurb:
Just released from
prison, Jase Hollister has a dark and twisted past. And now, he has only
one goal: stay out of trouble. Strawberry Valley, Oklahoma, sounds like the
perfect place for him and his two brothers-by-circumstance to settle down and
live a nice, simple life. But model
citizen isn’t exactly this rugged bachelor’s default
setting—especially when it comes to a certain hot-blooded Southern beauty…
Brook Lynn Dillon has always been
responsible. Not that it’s done her much good. The down-on-her-luck waitress is
broke, single and fun-deprived. Until Jase comes along. He is dangerous,
stunningly protective, breathtakingly sexy and as tempting as sin, and the passion
sizzling between them is undeniable. But can it melt her resistance? After all,
the right kind of trouble might be just what they both need.
EXCERPT from The Closer You Come:
Now, here she was, on the bed, looking
as healthy as she’d claimed.
He shut the door and moved into her
line of sight.
She gasped with surprise—and pleasure?
“Jase!”
He paused long enough to ask, “How are
you feeling?”
Warmth bloomed in her baby blues.
“Totally racer ready. Just waiting for my discharge papers.”
“Good.” He closed the distance, cupped
the back of her nape and pressed his lips to hers.
She opened with another gasp.
No turning back now.
His tongue thrust against hers, and
hers reached tentatively for his. A groan escaped her, enthralling him, and
just like that, he lost track of his surroundings, his intention to simply
taste. His mind centered on only one thing: hearing that sound again.
He urged her to her back, kissing her
as if he would die tomorrow. As if she were the last girl he’d ever see. As if
her lips held the answer to every question he’d ever asked. Supple and willing,
she reclined for him. Her arms wound around his neck, bringing him with her, so
that the hardest parts of him were lined up with the softest parts of her. All
the while their tongues rolled and thrust in a white-hot tangle.
He tasted mint and cinnamon, a hint of
strawberries. A heady combination, addictive when it should not have been. He’d
tasted all three flavors before, but they’d never made him feel as though he
was floating… melting from the inside out.
He could be locked away for the rest of
his life, he decided, but it wouldn’t matter because he’d experienced this one
perfect moment. Not even Daphne had affected him this strongly—and with so
little. But then, her kisses had been those of a teenager in puppy love. This
one came straight from a woman with passions as intense as his own.
Everything he’d felt for Brook Lynn
since moment one consumed him, raw and carnal as she arched her back and rubbed
her chest against his. Softness without the barrier of a bra, two little beads
abrading deliciously…only the thin material of her shirt covering her.
He clutched at her pillow, nearly
ripping the material in half, and lifted his head to ensure she could read his
lips. “Be still,” he told her. If she kept moving like that, the experience
would end in mere minutes. “Please.”
“Can’t,” she rasped, her fingers
applying pressure at his nape, urging him back down.
Her eyes were glassed with
passion-fever, her cheeks even rosier than before. Her lips were red and
swollen, moisture glistening over them.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“And you’re wasting precious time.” She
stopped trying to force him down and sat up, thrusting her tongue in his mouth,
as if she’d been starved for him and could not live another second without
this.
When she fell back, he went with her,
her willing captive. Her nails raked down the ridges of his spine, and he
cursed the shirt that prevented skin-to-skin contact. The urge to climb on top
of her, to pin her down with the full bulk of his weight, teased him. He would
put his hands on every inch of her, strip her, caress her nakedness and drive
her to the very edge of release. And the sounds she would make…he would swallow
them all.
A low, possessive growl rose from deep
in his chest. He’d never heard it before. Not from anything human. It should
have scared the hell out of him, but it merely urged him on. He put one of his
knees on the bed—on the gurney.
The gurney.
They weren’t just in a public place,
but in a hospital. Anyone could come in. Anyone could sneak in behind him,
attack him.
Jase jolted back, severing contact. His
body shouted a protest, his hands closed so tightly he would have sworn he’d
cracked the bones. He
struggled to catch his breath, to stay in place, away from her. Have to stay away from her.
How had she made him forget his surroundings, even for a second?
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Her novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan Magazine, and Seventeen Magazine, and have been translated all over the world. The critics have called her books "sizzling page-turners" and "utterly spellbinding stories", while Showalter herself has been called “a star on the rise”.
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