Wednesday, November 18, 2015

~ New Release - Dante's Angel ~

Book #3 of the Breakers' Bad Boys Series

Zoe Lang grew up as a musical prodigy whose life was not her own. She was told when to eat, when to sleep, and even who to marry, until she found the courage to escape the confines of her gilded cage. But freedom came with a price that almost cost her everything. Finding sanctuary in the small town of Breakers, Zoe is content with her new life. The only thing disrupting her happiness is Dante Fox, a dark and dangerous bad boy who plays by his own rules…

A former Army Ranger, Dante Fox is plagued by nightmares of his time overseas. He struggles to combat the darkness within him, but when he meets Zoe Lang, his entire world shifts. When Zoe’s past comes back to haunt her, he will do everything in his power to keep her safe. Can two tortured souls find peace together, or will Dante’s angel only be his in dreams?


Zoe felt the world melting around her.

Her body was on fire as Dante’s lips took hers in a kiss so hot, she wondered how she didn’t just burst into flames. She’d been fighting the crazy attraction she had for him for months, trying to avoid the explosive chemistry she knew shimmered between them. 

Now, all her defenses shattered like brittle glass with one little kiss. 

The feel of Dante’s hard body pressed against hers had a flood of desire shooting straight through her, making her body quiver with excitement. She could feel the liquid heat pooling between her thighs, shocking her with how quickly she responded to him. 

He used her gasp of shock to shove his tongue deep, tasting and temping her until her only reaction was to give in to him. Zoe’s mind went blank as she answered the urgency of his kiss with her own. Pleasure pulsed through her, filling her with the need to give him all of her, and to take all he offered in return.

Holy fucking shit, the man knew how to kiss.

The taste of him was like an addiction. Wild. Wicked. She’d known he would be, which was why she’d tried so hard to keep her distance. Dark and dangerous, Dante Fox was a man who commanded attention without asking. And now he took her under, deep into a pleasure she wasn’t sure she’d ever recover from. 

Pulling back, he broke the kiss, allowing her a glimpse into those clear, light-blue eyes of his. Eyes so pale they almost seemed unreal. But now, his icy gaze was filled with heat, with a hunger so intense that it made her heart thunder in her chest.

“Fucking hell. I want you, Zoe.”

The sound of his deep, rough voice made her tremble. It always did. Usually, she was able to hide her reaction to him, but right now she couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked her body, and she knew he felt it. “Dante, wait—”

His nostrils flared and his eyes fired at her weak protest. “No.”

When he moved to kiss her again, she lifted her hands to hold him off, then glanced down at the violin and bow in her hands. She blinked as if she’d never seen them before. Damn it, she needed to focus. Forcing her brain to function again, she gasped. The instrument she held was a Stradivarius violin, probably one of the most well-known, expensive instruments in the world. Some sanity sparked back and had her trying to step away from him. 

It didn’t work.

“We have to—”

“Put it down.”

When she simply looked at him in confusion, he took the violin and bow from her, setting it on the table next to the case. Wincing, she made a moved toward the table to put the instrument away properly, but Dante got in her way. 

A small squeak of surprise escaped her as he took hold of her hips and lifted her, carrying her a few steps to the pool table where he sat her down on the edge. He pushed her thighs apart so he could stand between them. When he pressed against her, she could feel the hard column of his erection rubbing against her core, and barely held back a moan.

Damn him. How the hell could she resist him if he kept pushing her like this?

The temptation to give in was overwhelming. An edge of panic mingled with pure feminine appreciation as he unzipped his hoodie and roughly jerked it off, throwing it to the floor. Seeing the black t-shirt stretched taut over his hard body, she found herself reaching out before she could think. Zoe placed a hand on his chest, feeling muscles flex beneath her palm and the frantic beating of his heart. She knew it was useless trying to hold him back, but she had to, for both their sakes. “Dante, we can’t—”

“Hell, yes, we can,” he countered, his voice harsh with lust. “And we will.”

Another protest was cut off as his mouth took hers again. Stars burst behind her eyes. His taste. God, his taste was glorious. Spicy, and utterly sinful. His hand wound into her hair, holding her still as he plundered, stroking his tongue deep over and over again. Unable to help herself, she kissed him back, hands stroking up and down the hard muscles of his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as her traitorous body pulled him closer.

Just a minute, she told herself. 

She could let go for one minute and simply enjoy.

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