“Perfect for those who love a good alpha
male and a damsel in distress who doesn't wait for someone else to rescue
her." Publishers Weekly
Leave
Me Breathless, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by #1 New York Times bestselling author, Jodi
Ellen Malpas, is LIVE!
Ryan Willis has spent years in the protection business, a job
that requires constant vigilance and quick thinking. His only chance to truly
relax is at his secluded cabin in a small town where there are never any
surprises. So when Ryan returns after an assignment and encounters a beautiful
stranger, he isn't only surprised, he's also instantly intrigued.
Hannah Bright is a breath of fresh air, and Ryan is soon
completely consumed, unable to stop from falling for her. As the two grow
closer, his instinct tells him something is amiss. Yet nothing could prepare
him for what he discovers when he starts digging into her past.
Hannah spends her days painting, running her arts and crafts
store...and hiding too many secrets. It's why she won't let the ruggedly
handsome bodyguard get too close. But their chemistry is undeniable, and Hannah
quickly finds herself caught up in a whirlwind romance with Ryan. He is peace
personified, a balm to her battered soul. Yet the gorgeous, captivating man who
has swept Hannah off her feet doesn't even know who she really is. And the
moment he finds out, both their lives are at risk.
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His pace
doesn’t falter, and he enters the store, leaving the door open behind him. He
grabs me with a gentle but possessive force, one hand on my nape, the other on
my hip. And he looks me straight in the eye, breathes deeply.
Then he
drops his mouth to mine and gives me the tenderest of kisses. No tongue. No
moans. No movement anywhere, except for his lips gently traveling across mine.
My useless hands remain by my sides. I forget my name, who I am. The world as I
know it ceases to exist, and it is so welcomed. So . . . unlike anything I’ve
ever experienced. It’s the smallest of gestures, yet it’s also colossal. Does
Ryan know that? Does he realize what he’s doing? He’s making no attempt to
deepen the kiss; his hands aren’t moving or exploring. He’s just dotting my
lips with his, over and over, lazily and softly. It’s dizzying. And despite his
apparent lack of desire to push it to the next level, there is passion pouring
from him, the air surrounding us electric.
My mind blanks and I remain still in his hold, my eyes
closed, my senses hijacked, as I savor the light pressure moving across my
mouth. I can only ever remember my heart racing with fear and apprehension, yet
since I’ve met Ryan it’s pounded with life and anticipation. Every near kiss
we’ve had. Every moment of silence when we’re looking into each other’s eyes
and the sexual tension between us ramps up another level.
Every time we’re in physical contact.
Every reason
to avoid him is suddenly negated by my hunger for him. And then he breaks our
kiss, breathing shallowly, as he keeps me in his hold. I stare at him, lost for
words, and he drops one final, lingering peck on the corner of my mouth before
he moves back. I quickly feel so very lost. His fingertip draws a delicate line
down the bridge of my nose, slowing when he passes over the small bump. Then he
turns on an inhale and leaves, pulling the door closed behind him. And I stare
forward at nothing for a long time. I’ve been kissed into a trance. I move
across my store to sit in the wicker chair in the corner, the pads of my
fingers resting on my lips as I stare at the door. I hear his truck start. I
hear it pull away. And then . . . silence.
He just kissed me, and then he just
left. Seriously, what the fucking hell?
He said nothing.
But everything I needed to hear.
And now I’m
left alone with just my screaming thoughts. Stay
away from him. Run to him. I know what I want to do, but should I? Can I? I
stand up and start to pace my shop, wringing my hands. I stop, feeling my lips,
and then my nose. I look at the door. I hear his words.
I don’t ever
want to scare you.
I’m not scared of him, not like that. I’m scared
because he leaves me completely breathless
About
Jodi Ellen:
Jodi
Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England,
where she lives with her husband, boys, and a beagle. She is a self-professed
daydreamer, a Converse and mojito addict, and she has a terrible weak spot for
alpha males. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters
has become her passion—a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.
Her
novels have hit bestseller lists for the New
York Times, USA Today, Sunday Times, and various other
international publications and can be read in more than twenty-four languages
around the world.
Connect with Jodi:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JodiEllenMalpas
YouTube: https://goo.gl/2kGLbt
Instagram: http://www.jodiellenmalpas.co.uk/instagram/
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