Bibliophile: a person who collects or has a great love of books
“Still think this is just a slip?”I ask, licking my raw lips. Her hand slides from underneath my shirt and goes lower, caressing the bulge contained in my pants. She bites into her lip as she feels the hardness of me, her eyes getting all hot and heavy. “In this moment, you could be the devil himself and I wouldn’t care.”
Title: Spotlight Series: Guardians Series Author: Piper Davenport Genre: Romantic Suspense Release Date: March 26, 2019 Harmony Morgan is caught in the cross-fire of a crazed stalker trying to get to her superstar sister. Jaxon Quinn has been tasked with finding and neutralizing the threat surrounding the Morgan sisters, but no one warned him about… Continue reading Spotlight Book #3 in the Guardian Series by Piper Davenport, AVAILABLE NOW!
I was never supposed to fall in love with my neighbor and once he finds out my secret, we’ll forever be enemies.
In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends. And I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies. That’s not happening. Not even a little. Because the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble.
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I can already tell that NOTHING is as it seems with this book and I have a feeling this book is going to drive me crazy until the very last book!
Liam will stop at nothing to win his girl back, but sometimes, ignorance is bliss, and Liam isn't prepared for Bea's truth.
He cups the fruit in his palm, then brings it near my chest. I draw a quick breath, then flick my hair off my shoulders. “By the way,” he says, “I like your hair up, but I fucking love it down.” Dead. I am dead from desire. Before I can reply—I’m honestly not sure I can form intelligible words—he rubs his other hand over the rind. “See, you want to find the one that’s ripe and”—he pauses and turns his face to meet my gaze, his dark eyes holding mine—“ready to eat.” A shudder hijacks my body. “Is that so?” I don’t need a tutorial in picking avocados. Please. I know how to pick them just fine. But I want his lesson. Want to hear his voice. Watch those hands move. Feel him slide closer. “It’ll feel slightly soft, and it’ll yield to just the right amount of gentle pressure.” And that pressure builds between my legs, an insistent throb. “How do you tell if it’s enough pressure?” He pushes a thumb against the flesh of the fruit, making a husky hum low in his throat. “Just like that. See how it responds?” “How’s it responding?” He turns, angling his body nearer to me, his dark eyes shining with desire as he roams them over my face, my hair, my breasts. “Just the way I like it.”
He’s hot, dreamy and exactly like the kind of heroes I write about in my books, which means he is too good to be true. Right? Well, there’s only one way to find out...
Burying the hatchet wasn’t an option in my family. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, it wasn’t allowed. My dad would disown me completely and make me change my last name before he ever forgave a Russo.
Confessions of a Bibliophile 