Be swept away in a story of relentless passion, bitter betrayal, and ruthless revenge
It's easy to be pulled under when standing on unstable Caribbean sand...
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Blog Hop where multiple authors share 8 paragraphs of their work that captures the word "scintillating." Enjoy!
Excerpt from the romantic suspense/thriller novel, Riptide...
“I wish I could give you a guarantee that I won’t bolt…but it’s all so damn confusing. I confuse myself these days.” She grabbed the apple from him before he could take another bite and tossed it aside. “So we’re both a little dangerous...maybe that’s a good thing.”
“Something like two negatives making a positive? Something like that?” He frowned, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” She slid her hand over his skin, undoing the only two buttons that he’d managed to fasten. “Know what I want to do to you?” She dragged her gaze from his chest to his eyes. “Know what I want you to do to me?”
“Damn it, Lauren. My self-control is gone so—”
“Good. You won’t need it.” She kissed his neck while she pushed the shirt from his shoulders. She wanted more, needed more. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and unzipped his shorts.
She couldn’t get enough of his hard body against hers. She wanted her legs around his hips, wanted him screwing her brains out while she sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Reckless energy fueled her passion...and it felt damn good.
He pressed her against a palm tree and pinned her hands above her head. “You’re sure you want this?”
“I want you. Now. Here.” She looped her bare foot around the back of his leg and nipped his chin. “But no promises, okay? I don’t want any promises.”
He moaned before kissing the breath from her. His tongue danced with hers. He dropped his hold on her fists to peel the swimsuit straps down her arms. He squeezed her breasts while his body pressed her tight against the rough trunk of the palm tree.
From the back cover...
One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she's accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother's home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.
Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter, Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer's block and while he's dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.
Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah's stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What's real? What's imagined? Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.