Author (Avtor): Vi Keeland
A standalone novel (samostojni roman)
Genre (Kategorija): Contemporary Romance (sodobna romantika)
Publication date (Datum izida): 1/15/2018 (15.1.2018)
“Two things?”
“Leave your number and kiss me goodbye.”
“I…I…you haven’t brushed your teeth.”
Hunter chuckled. It felt like he could see through all of my bullshit. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and held it out to me before getting up. “Toothpaste in the bathroom still?”
“The little one the hotel sets out.”
“I’ll brush. You type.”
While he was in the bathroom, I mulled over not typing anything into his phone. There was no way I was keeping in touch with a man living three-thousand miles away. A guy like him was the last thing I needed. But then I thought better of just telling him I’d put my number in. He seemed to have figured me out pretty quick. So instead, I typed my name and number, only I changed the last two digits.
And it was a good thing I did, because when Hunter returned from his bathroom trip, the first thing he did was check that I’d entered something. Luckily, he didn’t attempt to call me. Satisfied, he tossed his phone on the bed and nodded.
“Thank you. Now kiss me.”
I could see he wasn’t going to let me leave without this. So, sacrificing to make my plane, I pushed up on my toes and delivered a quick peck to his lips.
Mmm.... Nice and soft.
(And minty fresh.)
“Well…it was nice to meet you.” I turned to dart out the door, but Hunter grabbed my wrist yet again.
“I said kiss me.”
“I did!”
“Kiss me the way you kissed me last night.”
Before I could even attempt to let that sink in, Hunter yanked me against him. One of his large hands cupped the back of my neck, and he squeezed firmly to direct my head where he wanted it. Then, his lips crashed down on mine.
The shock of feeling his mouth against mine quickly dissipated as he licked my lips, encouraging me to open for him. His tongue dipped inside, and he groaned as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. The vibration of the sound traveled between us and sent a hum through my body. Soft and gentle went out the window after that. He grabbed a fistful of my ass, and I lifted my body up onto his, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he backed us to the wall, a sense of familiarity overcame me. I couldn’t remember the specifics of our previous kiss, but I now knew deep inside what it had felt like.
My cell dropped from my hand so my fingers could tangle in his hair. Yanking on the soft strands, I couldn’t get enough. A moan from deep inside my chest moved through our connected mouths. Hunter pushed harder, his thick erection pressing into the center of my open legs. He rocked as he kissed me, causing a friction through two layers of clothing that was leading me to a place I didn’t think it was possible to go fully dressed.
It felt like he wanted to swallow me whole, and in that moment, I would have let him. My breasts were crushed to his chest, and a heartbeat raged out of control—only I wasn’t sure if it was my own or his. Jesus, where does a man learn to kiss like this?
I was breathless and stunned when our kiss broke. Hunter sucked on my bottom lip, tugging it before releasing my mouth.
His voice was strained. “Change your flight. We’re not done here.”
I swallowed, trying to gain some composure. “I can’t.” My voice was barely a whisper. It was all I could muster.
“Can’t or don’t want to?”
VI KEELAND is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million and a half books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in seventeen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
A standalone novel (samostojni roman)
Genre (Kategorija): Contemporary Romance (sodobna romantika)
Publication date (Datum izida): 1/15/2018 (15.1.2018)
BLURB (OPIS)
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.
I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?
Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
Moje razmerje s Hunterjem Delucia se je začelo nazaj.
Spoznala sva se na poroki- on je sedel na ženinovi strani, jaz na nevestini. Cel večer sva si dajala hitre poglede, zato privlačnosti med nama nisva mogla zanikati.
Ujela sem šopek; on je ujel podvezo. Hunter me je močno objel, medtem ko sva plesala in ugibala kakšna kemija se plete okoli naju. Njegova umazana usta, bi me morala odvrniti. Ampak iz nekega norega razloga so imela na mene obraten učinek.
Končala sva skupaj v moji hotelski sobi. Naslednje jutro sem odletela nazaj domov v New York, njega pa sem pustila v Kaliforniji z napačno telefonsko številko.
Večkrat sem se spomnila nanj, ampak glede na moja zadnja razmerja sem se odpovedala čednim, arogantnim in krasnim moškim. Čez eno leto sva se s Hunterjem ponovno srečala na rojstvu otroka najinih prijateljev. Privlačnost med nama ni ugasnila. Po tem potovanju je zahteval mojo pravo telefonsko številko. Pustila sem ga z mamino številko - ona z lahkoto prežene vsakega moškega s svojim govorjenjem o otrocih in porokah - ter odletela domov.
Mislila sem, da je smešno, dokler ni naslednji teden pozvonil na maminih vratih in se ustavil na nedeljski večerji. Ta nor in krasen moški je osvojil mojo mamo in vzel osem tednov dolgo zadolžitev v mojem mestu. Nameraval je preživeti nekaj časa z mano in se zabavati.
Osem tednov odštekanega seksa brez obveznosti? Le kaj lahko izgubim?
Ničesar, sem mislila.
Saj je samo seks, ne ljubezen.
Ampak saj veste kaj pravijo o najboljše zastavljenih načrtih...
Spoznala sva se na poroki- on je sedel na ženinovi strani, jaz na nevestini. Cel večer sva si dajala hitre poglede, zato privlačnosti med nama nisva mogla zanikati.
Ujela sem šopek; on je ujel podvezo. Hunter me je močno objel, medtem ko sva plesala in ugibala kakšna kemija se plete okoli naju. Njegova umazana usta, bi me morala odvrniti. Ampak iz nekega norega razloga so imela na mene obraten učinek.
Končala sva skupaj v moji hotelski sobi. Naslednje jutro sem odletela nazaj domov v New York, njega pa sem pustila v Kaliforniji z napačno telefonsko številko.
Večkrat sem se spomnila nanj, ampak glede na moja zadnja razmerja sem se odpovedala čednim, arogantnim in krasnim moškim. Čez eno leto sva se s Hunterjem ponovno srečala na rojstvu otroka najinih prijateljev. Privlačnost med nama ni ugasnila. Po tem potovanju je zahteval mojo pravo telefonsko številko. Pustila sem ga z mamino številko - ona z lahkoto prežene vsakega moškega s svojim govorjenjem o otrocih in porokah - ter odletela domov.
Mislila sem, da je smešno, dokler ni naslednji teden pozvonil na maminih vratih in se ustavil na nedeljski večerji. Ta nor in krasen moški je osvojil mojo mamo in vzel osem tednov dolgo zadolžitev v mojem mestu. Nameraval je preživeti nekaj časa z mano in se zabavati.
Osem tednov odštekanega seksa brez obveznosti? Le kaj lahko izgubim?
Ničesar, sem mislila.
Saj je samo seks, ne ljubezen.
Ampak saj veste kaj pravijo o najboljše zastavljenih načrtih...
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Amazon ebook will be a live release, no pre-order.
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EXCERPT (ODLOMEK)
“You’re not going anywhere before you do two things.”“Two things?”
“Leave your number and kiss me goodbye.”
“I…I…you haven’t brushed your teeth.”
Hunter chuckled. It felt like he could see through all of my bullshit. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and held it out to me before getting up. “Toothpaste in the bathroom still?”
“The little one the hotel sets out.”
“I’ll brush. You type.”
While he was in the bathroom, I mulled over not typing anything into his phone. There was no way I was keeping in touch with a man living three-thousand miles away. A guy like him was the last thing I needed. But then I thought better of just telling him I’d put my number in. He seemed to have figured me out pretty quick. So instead, I typed my name and number, only I changed the last two digits.
And it was a good thing I did, because when Hunter returned from his bathroom trip, the first thing he did was check that I’d entered something. Luckily, he didn’t attempt to call me. Satisfied, he tossed his phone on the bed and nodded.
“Thank you. Now kiss me.”
I could see he wasn’t going to let me leave without this. So, sacrificing to make my plane, I pushed up on my toes and delivered a quick peck to his lips.
Mmm.... Nice and soft.
(And minty fresh.)
“Well…it was nice to meet you.” I turned to dart out the door, but Hunter grabbed my wrist yet again.
“I said kiss me.”
“I did!”
“Kiss me the way you kissed me last night.”
Before I could even attempt to let that sink in, Hunter yanked me against him. One of his large hands cupped the back of my neck, and he squeezed firmly to direct my head where he wanted it. Then, his lips crashed down on mine.
The shock of feeling his mouth against mine quickly dissipated as he licked my lips, encouraging me to open for him. His tongue dipped inside, and he groaned as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. The vibration of the sound traveled between us and sent a hum through my body. Soft and gentle went out the window after that. He grabbed a fistful of my ass, and I lifted my body up onto his, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he backed us to the wall, a sense of familiarity overcame me. I couldn’t remember the specifics of our previous kiss, but I now knew deep inside what it had felt like.
My cell dropped from my hand so my fingers could tangle in his hair. Yanking on the soft strands, I couldn’t get enough. A moan from deep inside my chest moved through our connected mouths. Hunter pushed harder, his thick erection pressing into the center of my open legs. He rocked as he kissed me, causing a friction through two layers of clothing that was leading me to a place I didn’t think it was possible to go fully dressed.
It felt like he wanted to swallow me whole, and in that moment, I would have let him. My breasts were crushed to his chest, and a heartbeat raged out of control—only I wasn’t sure if it was my own or his. Jesus, where does a man learn to kiss like this?
I was breathless and stunned when our kiss broke. Hunter sucked on my bottom lip, tugging it before releasing my mouth.
His voice was strained. “Change your flight. We’re not done here.”
I swallowed, trying to gain some composure. “I can’t.” My voice was barely a whisper. It was all I could muster.
“Can’t or don’t want to?”
AUTHOR (AVTOR)
VI KEELAND is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million and a half books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in seventeen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
VI KEELAND je ena izmed najbolj prodajanih pisateljic po svetu. Prodala je milijon in pol knjig. Njene knjige so se pojavile na osemdesetih listah najbolj prodajanih knjig po svetu in so prevedene v sedemnajst jezikov. Z možem in tremi otroki živi v New Yorku. Našla je svoj "Skupaj za vedno" s svojim možem, ki ga je spoznala pri šestih letih.
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