Truth. Pain. Freedom.
An awakening like no other.
When life is determined to buck you off, dig in and ride hard.
The bull. The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
To survive, I have to face the truth. Easier said than done when it’s not all
black and white. There’s the in-between, and this murky void is where I always
tend to land.
The horns. Lies don’t always hurt. My lies protected me, but when
they are exposed and I can no longer outrun the many shades of truth, I’ll be
in for one hell of a reckoning.
The ride. From the outside, my life looks like one big adventure
after another. But, there is no freedom in anarchy, and that’s the way I’ve
lived my life. Until now. Until Ransom.
Denver Dempsey was a slut for oblivion. Now, she’s a slut for
love. And it’s that kind of thinking that got her in trouble in the first
place. Ransom awakens Denver in ways she never imagined, but when her true
feelings send her reeling, will they catapult her into the arms of Greer—her ex
best-friend-with-benefits? After never loving anyone, herself included, she now
loves two. One kept her alive. One teaches her how to live. If they didn’t both
love her … if hearts weren’t bound to be broken, it would be the stuff dreams
are made of.
Will Denver remain locked up in the bullpen, or is she strong
enough to open the chute and be freed?
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Freed (Unlovable, #2) https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20330937-freed
Excerpt
Bending down in front of me, Ransom taps one foot so that I’ll
raise it. He slides one leg of my panties on and then the other before pulling
them up to rest just below my skirt. Fixing me with his stare, he grasps my
thighs and presses his nose and mouth to my center. My back arches from the
wall, but my hands stay where he placed them. “Fuck, you smell good. Good
enough to eat, but that can’t happen tonight.”
I whimper low in my throat as he runs his nose and open
mouth over the apex of my thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses right where I
need him most. My eyelids flutter and close, only to pop back open when he
commands, “Eyes on me.” He places a light kiss right over my swollen, begging
center. My whole body convulses.
“Nuh, uh,” he chastises, enjoying himself entirely too
much. Hooking his fingers in my panties again, he draws them up over my thighs
and under my skirt. His calloused fingertips scratch my soft skin even though
his touch is gentle. Once he has them in place, he runs his fingertips down the
triangle of the fabric ever so slowly, stopping before he reaches my need.
Goose bumps make quick work of my body. “I’m addicted to how responsive you are
to my touch,” he whispers, planting a hard kiss there this time. A desperate
moan wrenches itself from my throat. “And I haven’t even really touched you or
tasted you yet. Can you imagine how good we’re going to be together, Denver?”
Swallowing hard, I manage a nod ‘cause that’s
rhetorical, right? Ransom slides his hands from under my skirt and skims them
up my body to fit his hands around my jaw. He plants a quick kiss on my ear
before sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping at it. “Remember what I
said,” he whispers. “No touching yourself. Your orgasms are mine. And when you
deserve them, I’ll be the one to give them to you.” I whimper again. “If it
helps, I can’t fucking wait, and when I’m stroking myself tonight, it’ll be
with your soft moans in my ear, your incredible scent surrounding me, and your
delectable body that I’m imagining losing myself in.”
I groan because no, that doesn’t help at all, actually. I bite down on voicing my frustration
because I know it’ll get me nowhere with this man.
All rights
reserved. Copyright Lynetta Halat 2014.
Since
the dawn of time, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written innumerable
stories and plays. A lover of good books, bad boys, and kickass tunes, she'd
always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember. She
also has a secret penchant for wringing the emotions out of unsuspecting
readers, and she collects reader's tears in much the same way that wine
connoisseurs collect their favorite vintage.
Her first novel, Every Rose, was the perfect
catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing, effectively burrowing her
way into the hearts and minds of readers throughout the world. She followed
that with Everything I've Never Had, her bestselling adult
romance novel. Now, she has penned Used and Freed,
New Adult Romances that she hopes sinks their teeth into you and don't let go.
Her love of the English
language prompted her to pursue a Master's degree in English from Old Dominion
University in Virginia, where she also minored in snark and interpretive dance.
She lives somewhere along the Mississippi Gulf Coast with her adorable husband,
two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. When she's not writing riveting
stories, she likes to focus on her macramé art and her scouring of eBay, where
she buys locks of hair from her favorite rock stars, most especially Bret
Michaels and Dave Grohl.
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Website: www.lynettahalat.com
Twitter: @LynettaHalat
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