Sale Blitz: Emergency Delivery by Samanthe Beck
EMERGENCY DELIVERY
Love Emergency #2
Samanthe Beck
Released March 16th, 2016
Entangled Brazen
Madison
Foley is determined to stand on her own two feet, no matter how wobbly her
circumstances. Fate, however, keeps throwing her off balance, and then sending
heroically hot paramedic Hunter Knox to save her.
She’s put
men on the back burner until she gets her life on track.
But
Hunter’s got other plans.
Decisions.
Decisions.
**Can be read as a stand alone**
“How about this, Sinclair? Do you hate this?”
“Uh-huh.” Her hands shook as she tugged his fly open. “I
hate it…” And then she was holding it, stroking, relearning landmarks the years
had subtly altered—the smooth, blunt tip, the sensitive opening that still
dragged a groan out of him when she explored it with her thumb, the flare of
flesh marking the transition from head to shaft. It wasn’t until she’d wrapped
her hand around the thickest part, wringing another low sound from his throat,
that she realized the pressure in her chest was building to match the pressure
at her core. Longing took many forms, and all of them were about to have their
way with her. And she wasn’t strong enough to stop any of it. Gripping his hips
for balance, she dropped to her knees. “I really hate it,” she said again, then
put her lips against the tip.
His head dropped forward, and his fingers tangled in her
hair. “Jesus. Show me. Punish me.”
She took him into her mouth, leading with her tongue,
stretching her lips to surround him. Taste and scent unleashed vivid, sensory
flashbacks…the thrill of discovering every mysterious inch of him, the pride of
making him tremble for her, the joy of hearing him say her name over and over
again as he lost control. The memories stung her eyes and tightened her chest.
Then he groaned and gave a rough, potentially involuntary thrust. The move
generated heat, and friction, and raw new needs.
Desperate to satisfy them, she planted her knees, tipped
her head to the most accommodating angle, and offered him everything. Just the
way she’d learned to do during those long spring nights a lifetime ago.
“Fuck, Sinclair.” He gripped her chin and stared down at
her. “You have no idea how much I missed you. You couldn’t possibly. Leaving
you felt like losing a vital organ.” Then he thrust again, and again, in rapid
succession. She’d braced for fast, and deep. Wanted it. But he remembered a few
things, too—like how easily he could reduce her to a quivering mess by holding
back, teasing her with quick, shallow strokes. Punishment, she discovered, cut
both ways, and could be unbearably sweet as well as heartrendingly painful.
Despite his restraining hand, she went deep, gorging herself on all of it—past,
present, sweetness, pain…him—knowing full well it was too much, but still would
never be enough.
A sob pushed its way into her throat. She choked it back
and hoped he attributed the artless noise to her overeager struggle to take as
much of him as she possibly could. His big hand stroked her jaw. “Easy, baby
girl,” he murmured and then sliced her heart open with one careful fingertip,
running it over her lips, tracing the seam where their bodies met. How had she
forgotten the way he did that? Or how one simple gesture could make her feel
so…cherished?
Except he’d taught her she wasn’t the kind of girl men
cherished, and now he’d come back and undermined the lesson with a single
explanation. How dare he? Because in doing so, he also took away her
justification for distributing blame for what happened that summer to him,
which meant she had to accept it all. “I hate you,” she said, reminding him,
reminding herself, and then lowered
her head to finish him. Exorcise him. Claim one harshly honest moment and be
done with him.
But a strong arm hooked under her shoulder and hauled her
up until her face hovered just millimeters from his. Her lips throbbed from the
friction of his cock sliding between them. His taste coated her tongue.
Deprivation set in, sudden and painful, but maddeningly patient green eyes
stared into hers, taking stock, unquestionably seeing the deprivation, and the
need, but looking past them to things she didn’t want him to see. Didn’t want
anyone to see.
“No, you don’t. You wish you did, but you don’t.”
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EMERGENCY ATTRACTION
releasing April 17th, 2017
Ten years ago when Shane Maguire chose the Marines
as his escape from some trouble of his own making, he only regretted one
thing—leaving Sinclair Smith behind. Despite his best intentions, she ended up
as the one that got away. Now he’s back, determined to reclaim everything he
gave up, including Sinclair.
Sinclair is immune to Shane’s charms. She’s immune
to stolen kisses behind the gym. And she’s definitely immune to that maneuver
he did in the back seat of his car… Okay, maybe her hormones are susceptible,
but she has absolutely no desire to risk anything on the bad boy who broke all
his promises.
When a little emergency lands her at his mercy, he
offers her a deal she can’t refuse. And this time, she’ll show Shane what it
means to be left wanting…
When not dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-after, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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