Hello Wolfpack and Happy Friday! I hope you’re doing well. Did the week fly by for you? I really don’t know where all my minutes run off to.
This week’s Featured This Friday is Sweeter Than Sin by Shiloh Walker. Shiloh and I met back at the Coastal Magic con in February. She’s such a hoot! Anyway, thanks so much for stopping by today. I hope you’re ready to read!
CAN’T FORGET THE PAIN
It took years for Adam to stop drowning his regrets in alcohol, and running the local bar doesn’t make it any easier—especially not when everyone he knows gathers there to discuss the shocking allegations that have shattered his hometown. When another murder rocks sleepy Madison to its core, it becomes chillingly clear that even more vicious wounds are waiting to be exposed.
WON’T RESIST THE PLEASURE
Nothing is sacred anymore, and no one is safe, least of all the mystery woman who shows up in town out of the blue, looking like every fantasy Adam’s ever had. She may have her own dangerous secrets, but she can’t ignore the urgent heat between them any more than he can. As a killer’s quest for vengeance explodes into violence, Adam is tempted to lose himself in the delicious promise of her body—until he realizes he’ll risk anything if she’ll give him her heart…
EXCERPT
His eyes bored into hers and she opened her mouth, the words hovering on the tip of her tongue.
How could she tell him that she just didn’t know why she was here, what she was doing?
She needed to have some sort of answer. Some sort of game plan. She’d come down here to set things straight. She needed to talk to people, but who did she trust? Besides Adam, she didn’t know.
Licking her lips, she shifted on her feet and glanced up.
He was staring at her mouth.
Her heart stuttered to a stop, her breath catching in her throat as their gazes locked.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
And then he lowered his head, his mouth slanting over hers, his hands pushing into her hair.
Well, that was one plan she could get on board with. That one night kept replaying itself over and over in her mind and now it was a fever in her blood, something that was turning into an obsession.
He was turning into an obsession.
His body was hot against her own, his chest damp and sweaty under the ragged t-shirt, his skin furnace-hot. She wanted to peel his clothes away, then her own and press up against him, have him press her against whatever surface was available and then push inside. Hot, hard and fast. Anything to ease the ache inside her.
Groaning, she slid her arms around his waist, skimming her hands under the hem of his shirt. When she found his skin, silken smooth and hot, she sank her nails into it.
He hissed against her mouth and nipped at her tongue.
That only made it worse and an ache settled deep down inside, panging inside her womb, a hungry, needing little beast that was going to drive her mad.
He caught her face and angled her head up and to the side as he ran his mouth down her neck. “You want to drive me mad,” he muttered. “That’s just all there is to it.”
“We can go mad together,” she said, trying to breathe around the raging ball of want inside her.
“Sounds like a plan.” He leaned back, grabbed the hem of her shirt.
“Good plan.” She started to strip his away.
The little clicking sound didn’t register at first. Not right away. Even the light breeze dancing across her flesh didn’t entirely click. Not until Adam looked away.
She followed his gaze. And her heart jumped up into her throat, and lodged there.
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