Feel by Karen-Anne Stewart
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Synopsis:
The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.
Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.
This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.
***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
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Excerpt:
Saige said the words I’ve needed to hear for four long years, and the
love I feel for her nearly brings me to my knees. Sliding my hands
around her hips, I lift her up, crashing my mouth against hers. She
wraps her legs around my waist as our tongues collide, tangling and
tasting as I savor every inch of its sweetness before savoring her lips.
She opens herself freely to me, sucking my lip inside her mouth and
wrapping her legs tighter around me.
The hard-on raging inside my jeans bulges against my zipper and I grind Saige against the part of me that is exploding to be inside her. I feel Saige’s covered heat pulsing against my throbbing dick, and it’s all I can do not to lay her down and take her on the side of this friggin’ cliff. She feels so damn good; she’s killing me with her soft lips and wet heat plunging, nipping, and rubbing against places that want to thrust and taste every piece of her.
Saige tangles her hands in my hair, slowly licking my bottom lip before grazing her teeth against the wet skin as she rocks against my swollen state, causing my loud, need-filled groan to rumble against her mouth. Damn, I want her so fuckin’ bad. I slide my hands down her waist, cupping her soft, full ass as she continues to torture me with moves I know I didn’t teach her but wish to goodness I was the one who did. Pressing my fingers into her tight ass, I grind against her hard, and her head drops back. The tips of her long hair brush against my hands as her eyes close, a soft, needy moan escaping her kiss swollen lips.
Rationally, I know she wouldn’t have waited for me, but I want to rip the heart out of every other man who has touched her. Not wanting her to think I’m accusing her, or for her to know how much it fucking hurts to think of her with another man when she was always my girl, I kiss her long and hard, giving her all the love I can fit into it before pulling back so I can see her beautiful face when I reclaim what’s mine. “I don’t care how many men have kissed you, touched you; you’re still mine. You have always been mine, and those bastards and their touch don’t exist anymore…not to me,” I growl, running my hand up the back of her neck as her soft hair tangles in my fingers, “only my touch exists now.”
The hard-on raging inside my jeans bulges against my zipper and I grind Saige against the part of me that is exploding to be inside her. I feel Saige’s covered heat pulsing against my throbbing dick, and it’s all I can do not to lay her down and take her on the side of this friggin’ cliff. She feels so damn good; she’s killing me with her soft lips and wet heat plunging, nipping, and rubbing against places that want to thrust and taste every piece of her.
Saige tangles her hands in my hair, slowly licking my bottom lip before grazing her teeth against the wet skin as she rocks against my swollen state, causing my loud, need-filled groan to rumble against her mouth. Damn, I want her so fuckin’ bad. I slide my hands down her waist, cupping her soft, full ass as she continues to torture me with moves I know I didn’t teach her but wish to goodness I was the one who did. Pressing my fingers into her tight ass, I grind against her hard, and her head drops back. The tips of her long hair brush against my hands as her eyes close, a soft, needy moan escaping her kiss swollen lips.
Rationally, I know she wouldn’t have waited for me, but I want to rip the heart out of every other man who has touched her. Not wanting her to think I’m accusing her, or for her to know how much it fucking hurts to think of her with another man when she was always my girl, I kiss her long and hard, giving her all the love I can fit into it before pulling back so I can see her beautiful face when I reclaim what’s mine. “I don’t care how many men have kissed you, touched you; you’re still mine. You have always been mine, and those bastards and their touch don’t exist anymore…not to me,” I growl, running my hand up the back of her neck as her soft hair tangles in my fingers, “only my touch exists now.”
AUTHOR BIO
Karen-Anne
Stewart has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with
writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing
Rain, and After the Rain. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel
in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards
and is a nominee for the 2013 RONE Awards.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
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