Release Blast & Giveaway: Origin by Ana Jolene
ORIGIN
Glory MC #2
Ana Jolene
Releasing March 14th, 2017
One drunken
kiss ignites an inferno of burning desire. Sworn enemies, Lucky Winters and
Seven Douglass struggle to forget the kiss that shouldn't have happened. Then Lucky’s
past comes back to bite him and he suddenly disappears for months, leaving
Seven wondering where they both stand.
When Lucky
returns, he is a changed man and his prolonged absence means he must once again
prove himself to the club he's sworn his life to. Except Lucky can’t seem to
shake off the recent events as much as he wants to.
Seven is no
stranger to this feeling. Her own mysterious past threatens to disrupt her
future and when neither of them are able to stop the ghosts of their pasts from
resurfacing, the only person they can turn to is each other. Suddenly, hatred
morphs into love. And where there is fire and ice, there’s bound to be some
steam . . .
It must’ve
been the shots earlier, but a strange sense came over me. My mouth turned dry.
My hands became balmy and my head suddenly wasn’t working right, because any
other time, I wouldn’t have ever thought about this.
In this
state, with her disheveled hair, her imperfect lips, and her skin flushed with
heat, Seven looked sexy. Desirable. Lovable, even. And for the first time ever
in my life, I wasn’t sure what to do next.
As if of its
own volition, my hand drifted to her thigh, to the exact same place where the
dickhead’s hands had been. For some reason, I wanted to erase every trace of
his hands on her, replacing it with mine.
I glanced up
to gauge Seven’s reaction. Any look of disgust that crossed her face would have
me pulling back immediately. But instead, I encountered the opposite. Seven
stared back at me as if entranced, her lips parted as she panted shallowly.
I waited for
it. For her to say something like, “I’ll give you ’til the count of ten to take
your dirty hands off my thigh before I scream.” Or something equally worse. But
Seven sat there waiting, anticipation burning in her cerulean eyes. She didn’t
actually want me to kiss her, did she?
I winced at
the rush of blood that pounded in my temples like a dark beat. Suddenly, I
wanted to. In the back of my mind, wicked thoughts swirled as I recalled the
image of her wrapping those red lips around that shot glass earlier. It made
the red-blooded male in me wonder what other things she could do with that
mouth.
For the third
time that night, I had to forcefully stop my mind from fantasizing about a
certain blonde bombshell.
Yup. There was
no doubt about it now. I was drunker than I had let on. I shouldn’t have ever
given her a ride home. But it wasn’t the worry of crashing on the side of the
road that terrified me. It was this unfamiliar feeling of wanting what you knew
you shouldn’t that scared me now.
Yet all that
seemed to be forgotten as this indiscernible draw pulled me closer to her. My
hand on her thigh grew courageous, exploring more skin. Her eyes drifted shut
for a moment, as if she wanted to get lost in this confusing emotion circulating
between us as much as I did.
All this
time, Seven remained wordless. It wasn’t in her to ask, I realized later. Seven
had too much pride for that. But her eyes, the wide oceanic blue, told me all I
needed to know.
I was looking
into the eyes of a woman who wanted to be kissed.
And fuck me,
I wanted to kiss her, too.
I leaned in,
running my hand through her already finger-tossed hair. My hand caught in
something. Gently, I tugged it free, only realizing later what it was. A
hairpin with a golden wing attached to it.
I palmed it
and slid it into my back pocket for now, not wanting anything to break this
hypnotic moment. My hand immediately returned to her face, running over her
cheek, registering the smoothness. All this time, I thought her to be prickly
due to her personality. But her skin was baby soft. So different than I made
her out to be.
I drew my
hand towards the back of her head as the need to kiss her turned ravenous. I
should’ve pulled back. Should’ve stopped this madness before it was too late,
but fuck it all, her lips could tempt a saint.
The first
pass of my lips over hers was electric. As she groaned, I deepened the kiss,
luxuriating in her response. I didn’t know what was better —the way she curled
her fingers into the back of my neck or how her tongue darted out to lick at
the seam of my mouth. How had I never known this fire, this burning desire
before?
Seven’s mouth
was an aphrodisiac, a forbidden fruit that now that I had a taste of, I wanted
more. Women threw themselves at me all the time. But none were as sweet as
Seven.
My hands grew
rougher as I tugged on her hair, tipping her head back so that I could run my
mouth down her throat. I was surprised when she arched her back, further
offering her body to me.
Like the
greedy bastard I was, I took in my fill. Not just with my eyes, but with my
hands too, reaching out to graze over her breasts and thighs. Her skirt slid up
higher, bunching at her waist. Within the shaft of moonlight peering into the
car, I could see the white scrap of fabric shielding her from my view. Oh my
God—
Thought
barely registered before Seven pushed me away. “Wait!”
What the
hell? I backed off immediately, the bubble of passion popping like a balloon.
It was akin to being yanked out of a dream. My mind felt muddled and
disoriented like I had an out of body experience and was just coming back into
myself.
“Shit.” In a
flood, rational thought returned to me. “I shouldn’t have done that.” She was
drunk and I had taken advantage of her. I wiped my mouth with the back of my
hand as if I could remove every trace of what had just happened. But holy hell,
I was harder than a rock!
Seven’s eyes
had changed. They were no longer hazy. Gone was the willing, plaint woman of
just moments ago; I was with the other Seven again. The one who despised me.
Had it really
been different between us for a while there? One minute she was hot as fire in
my hands and then, a second later, she was frigid again.
“I’m sorry
but I can’t do this,” she whispered.
“Right.” I
had no idea what the fuck had come over me, but this was crazy.
“You and I,”
she said, indicating us with her hand. “We’re fire and ice. We don’t go well
together.”
I swiped a
hand over my hair, feeling more than just my dick deflating. “Thanks for
reminding me.”
Her eyes turned
sharp with my bitter tone. “I didn’t want to do something we’d both regret.
That’s all I’m saying.”
“Yeah, I got
it, sweetheart. You realized who you were tangling tongues with and it turned
you off.”
“Lucky, I
didn’t mean that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Shrugging, I
returned to my full height. Shoving my hands into my front pockets, I stepped
back, giving her space to get out of her car. “Go inside,” I said quietly. “Get
some sleep.”
“Lucky,” she
whispered.
I stared at
her.
She stared
back.
When Seven
finally realized I wouldn’t say more on the topic, she huffed her frustration
and slipped out of the car, adjusting her skirt from where my hand had pushed
it up high on her hips. It only reminded me of the feeling of her soft skin
beneath my palms. I clamped my mouth down tight as she walked past me.
“I’ll see you
around then.”
“Yeah,” I
replied dumbly as I walked towards the debris-laden road. “I’ll see you
around.”
When I heard
her go in and put the locks in place, I allowed myself to think about what I
let happened.
So much for
resistance. I had told myself that I wasn’t like the other fools. But not only
had I fallen prey to the siren’s call that beckoned me, I’d fallen way further
into the icy depths of hell. Never again, Dylan, I promised myself.
I’d been
through hell once already and the whiskey there was shit. I wasn’t willing to
go back a second time.
Not for any
girl.
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Ana
Jolene is
the author of the Glory MC series and the Contemporary Romance series, Moonrise
Beach.
Growing
up as a rebellious kid didn’t allow for much reading time. It wasn’t until she
was in university that she found her passion for books and has since then
devoured every book placed before her. Ana holds a B.A. in Psychology and has
worked in both IT and Administration. But she’s had the most fun in the bookish
world, working as a reviewer, columnist and assistant to multiple sites and
authors.
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