Release Blitz for Stolen Kisses by Elena M. Reyes
Hunter Miles into a predator—a dangerous man. He’s horny. Hard. And coming home
from college, he never expected to find Bailey Jones so tempting.
It’s an instant infatuation.
She’s the one woman he shouldn’t want—his little sister’s best friend. The
last time he saw her she was a knobby-kneed little girl, but what welcomed him
home was all woman—her decadent curves and a flirtatious smile tossed at him
each time they are within arm’s reach.
Offering up her body to a man hanging by a very thin thread.
end of the week.
I felt bad. At once, my body lost some of its rigidness.
edge of her tank top and scrunching the material—twisting it in her tiny hands
while one foot tapped the hardwood beneath her.
was more of a danger to my mental stability. My cock was hard at the sight of
her in this simple and sweet sleep set. Wept at the taunting way the material
highlighted every curve I hungered to taste.
that’s what made it sexy.
The fabric molded onto her curves like a second layer of flesh in the most
her lithe form.
I decided to change my approach. “Why does she think you kissed him, baby
girl?” I asked again, tone much softer. The subtle hint of huskiness caused her
breath to catch. For her pupils to dilate a tiny bit. “Answer me, little B. Why
does she insist on you being his?”
everything within me to not spit that out, dripping in the acid that churned in
my gut. Just the thought of her being with anyone was pushing against the
invisible thread that held my sanity.
offended by my question. However, at the corner of her plump lips was a small
hint of a smile. “That’s none of your business, Hunter.”
I countered, taking in the small shiver that rushed up her spine. “Everything
that has to do with you is my business.”
head to the side with an arched brow. “Three and a half years have gone by,
Miles, and barely a word. One email conversation, and a handful of calls.
That’s it. In my eyes, our friendship is tentative at best.”
annoyed with me, I was Miles.
locked eyes with her. Made sure that she saw the want—the truth in my
stare—while I made my way across the room. She swallowed and took a step back,
but for each one of hers, I’d take two. Didn’t stop until there was but a mere
inch of separation between her body and mine. A stray curl caught my eye, and I
reached out to place it behind her ear, my fingers skimming down the side of
her neck. “But we will never be estranged, sweet girl. Never could be strangers
when we share so much history together.”
voice. “…I don’t know you anymore.”
each exaggerated breath. The way her nipples tightened, pressing against the
thin fabric of her top. How the goosebumps on her skin spread, having nothing
to do with the room’s temperature.
lungs and hissed as an electrical pulse rushed through my every nerve ending.
It settled on the swollen tip of my dick. My chest expanded with the act and
her eyes wandered lower, down my torso, and then paused at my throbbing
crooned low, and green eyes met grey. There was no mistaking her labored
breathing nor the heavy-lidded look of desire she wore. Something I’d use to my
advantage to make baby girl mine. “I’m only going to say this once, so pay
attention.” She nodded, and I leaned down to her level, placing my lips next to
her ear. “For most of my life you’ve been that adorable little girl who slept
over and was my sister’s best friend. My friend. But tonight…fuck—tonight,
when you walked in and our eyes met, that reality ceased to exist. That tiny
beauty I knew morphed into a beautiful woman that I plan to get to know.
Romance, and then someday soon…own. Because I will. Of that I have no doubt.”
words. Let me show you with actions.” My lips skimmed down her neck and nipped
her collarbone before walking out of the living room and up the stairs. Left
her standing there dazed and immobile.
Accept her new reality.
the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she
art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she
could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth
grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst
to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.