Title:
Forbidden
Fling
Author:
Skye
Jordan
Publisher:
Montlake Romance
Release
Date:
July 26, 2016
Category:
Hot Contemporary Romance
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Summary:
Forbidden
Fling, Book 1 in the Wildwood Series by Skye Jordan
Delaney
Hart has come a long way from her wild youth, dating tattooed bikers
at her father’s bar, The Bad Seed. But when his death pulls her
back to Wildwood, California, she must stay to renovate the dive he
left her. And also face the lies and secrets that sent her running
ten years before.
When
Wildwood’s chief building inspector, Ethan Hayes, shows up on the
property, Delaney doesn’t recognize him. The last thing he wants to
do is save the bar where his cousin died in a brawl. But the good boy
from her past is all too willing to remind her of the bad girl she
used to be. And one night of passion leaves them both in a
compromising position.
The
last place Ethan should be is in Delaney’s bed. Guilt, family
pressure, and plans for a brewpub of his own make shutting down The
Bad Seed his top priority…until his feelings for Delaney interfere.
Because her future depends on the success of the bar’s renovation
and his dreams are rooted in its failure, their forbidden romance may
be destined for heartbreak
~~~
Excerpt
She lifted a hand to his face and
cupped his jaw. “You’ve been through enough. You have a great
life here. A good job, great friends, everyone in town respects and
likes you, all the single girls can’t wait for the day you look
their way. I’m not going to come into town for a week, or a month,
turn everything upside down, and leave. That’s not right.” She
ran her thumb over his cheek and smiled. “So we’re good?”
Panic blipped through his chest.
He covered her hand with his to keep her from leaving, while he
fought for something to say that would fix everything and make her
stay. But she was so freaking rational, so goddamned logical, he was
having a hard time finding anything to work with. And with the bar,
his grandfather, his family, his aunt, and his job in the middle of
this, he didn’t even know if he should.
“Delaney, let’s—”
“It’s not a big deal.” She
curled her fingers around his and lowered their hands. “And I’m
not going to make it one. I just wanted you to know so you wouldn’t
worry. I’m good, so we’re good.” She nodded. Smiled again.
“Okay?”
Say
okay and let her go.
He shifted on his feet.
One
little word.
Let
her go. Right your world.
“No.” He heaved a sigh and
rubbed his eyes. “No, it’s not okay.”
“Ethan . . .”
Her
goddammit-I’m-barely-holding-on-here plea was lost on him. He
slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her warm little body
against his.
She pushed at his shoulders,
leaning away. “You know I’m right. You know it’s what you
need.”
“No.” He lifted a hand and
cupped the back of her neck. “You
are what I need.”
He pulled her mouth to his and
kissed her. She mewled, the sound frustrated, but her hands fisted in
his shirt and held him close.
Ethan softened his mouth, tilted
his head, and kissed her again. This time, she whimpered and her body
loosened. The feel of her melting against him pushed heat through his
body. He moaned and slid the hand at her neck into the silky strands
of her hair, and when she parted her lips to gasp, he pushed his
tongue into her mouth.
She opened to him immediately,
hungrily, and met the stroke of his tongue. The warm, wet slide made
everything Ethan had been holding back—the lust, the confusion, the
fear, the anger, the want, the longing—break through his barriers
like a flood. The wave wiped everything from his mind but Delaney and
brought profound relief.
With nothing else invading his
thoughts, he focused on the luscious cushion of her breasts against
his chest, the soft mound of her sex against his cock, the feel of
her small waist beneath his arm.
And, God, her mouth. Wet. Warm.
Wild.
He tore out of the kiss, lifting
her into his arms and starting for the house. “Fuck, I need you.”
She bit her way down his neck,
and tingles spread across his skin, but at the same time she murmured
breathless attempts at logic. “We can’t keep doing this. Too
complicated. If anyone finds out . . .”
He pushed his door open, covered
her mouth with his, and let his tongue talk her out of leaving. By
the time they were inside, she had her legs wrapped at his hips, one
hand deep in his hair, the other working his belt open.
The thrill of winning her over
spread through him like fire. He kicked the door closed, and Delaney
pulled out of the kiss, breathless, both hands moving to the buttons
of his shirt. Turning a circle, he searched for the closest
horizontal surface. But his kitchen was a mess, his sofa was covered
with laundry, and his dining room table was strewn with paperwork.
Then her mouth found his again,
licking and biting and sucking, while her hands worked on his shirt,
and his desperation mounted.
“This is the last time,” she
murmured between kisses. “Not happening again.”
Screw
that. He turned a half circle and rested her butt
on a wide, deep windowsill. Her thighs opened, and she pulled him
between her legs.
About
the Author
Skye
Jordan is a pseudonym for New
York Times
bestselling romantic suspense author Joan Swan. Skye’s novels are
about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often
enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to
indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and
maybe even acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun
and pleasure and romance. And, yes, even love, because while
wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is
even better.
When
she’s not writing, Skye loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and
dabble in photography.
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