Thursday, November 14, 2013
Passion. Ambition. Desire. Which would you choose?
I thought I knew what I wanted in life. I thought my destiny was set. Then I met him, and everything changed.
Raphael is bold, passionate, and seductive. He sees something in me I never dreamed possible, and now he's determined to show me a world beyond rules -- a dance without limits. I want to trust him, but I'm scared.
Because I know once I fall, there'll be no going back.
An innocent dancer. A mysterious stranger. As Annalise is drawn deeper into the sensual delights of Rome, she'll question everything she believed about her future. But with opening night looming, can she find the strength to risk it all? And will she be forced to choose between her one true love, ballet, and the new passion in her heart?
Find out in this intoxicating new series from the USA Today & international bestselling author of UNBROKEN, Melody Grace.
**This book contains explicit material and adult scenes. 17+**
“Close your eyes. Now listen to the music. Just feel it.” Raphael’s voice comes, low against my ear.
I shiver. In the dark of my mind, my senses are suddenly heightened. I can feel the heat from his body, just inches away, hear the pulse of the music, like a wave rolling into shore.
“Good, relax, just feel it.”
The sensation is overwhelming. The heat of him, the feel of his taut, solid torso pressing against me, the scent of him, deep and musky. With my eyes closed, there’s nothing to distract me, no way to block it out or focus away. Just us: me, him, and the music, nothing else in the world.
Raphael’s hands reach further on my hips, drawing me into him. Our bodies slide together, and the touch is so foreign, so intimate, I find it hard to breathe. To even think. My heart is racing, every nerve and muscle sparkling with electricity. I’ve danced with a partner before, of course, hundreds of times, but that was so different to this sensual rhythm, the thrilling ebb and flow of movement between us, like we’re bound together by the beat, moving as one.
I want to stay locked in this dark, breathless state forever, but I want to see Raphael more. I force myself to open my eyes. And there he is: staring down at me, his face inches from mine.
I catch my breath, dizzy. His dark eyes blaze under the lanterns, echoing everything his body is saying. He’s so beautiful up close, so powerful: a dark angel in the night, awakening feelings I’ve never even dreamed about.
And out of nowhere, I realize the truth. I’ve been telling myself it’s just curiosity pulling me to him, sending me out into the city to find him. But that’s a lie. This isn’t just a fascination, an idle crush, no, this is something deeper, a desire that snakes through my veins, hot and hungry.
I want him. I want all of him.
As if reading my mind, Raphael moves one hand up my back; a slow caress, hot against my skin. My eyes don’t leave his, but I shiver under his touch, feeling the heat, the purpose behind his touch as his fingers trace up my spine to the back of my neck, curling to tangle in my hair.
We’re moving slower now, swaying to the beat in a sensual dance. There’s no space left between us, our bodies pressed together, sweaty and breathless and feeling so damn right, it’s like I was made to be here, fitted to him, chest to chest, hip to hip. Raphael leans closer, closer, and I catch my breath, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the intensity of his dark eyes, drawing me into him, so natural, it’s the easiest thing in the world when he closes those last, precious inches between us, and finds my lips with his.
The kiss blazes through me like wildfire.
It’s overwhelming, a flood of sensation like I’ve never known before, setting every nerve ablaze. My brain shuts off, short-circuited by the rush of pleasure, and all my hesitance is forgotten.
You were made for this.
I instinctively reach up, pulling his head down to me, hungry for more. Raphael groans against my mouth, and then he’s kissing me deeper, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue probing, tasting me, sliding against mine in a sweet rush of friction that makes me shudder, swaying against him. Raphael grips me tightly, holding me up with his strong arms, and I melt into him, eager for more.
God, this kiss is heaven, a dark temptation that blots everything from my mind until all that exists in my world is him, Raphael, his lips driving me mindless, his body promising so much more.
How did I live before this feeling? How will I ever stop, knowing what I do now?
Praise for WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT:
NYT and USA Today Bestselling author – Sawyer Bennett
"Melody Grace has crafted a sweeping and emotional romance that pulls you in so deep, you won't ever want to surface. It's that good."
NYT Bestselling author - Lauren Blakely
"Breathtakingly intense and unbelievably sexy - WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT will have you packing your bags for Italy to go find a real-life Raphael. Another sizzling must-read from Melody Grace!"
NYT Bestselling author - Monica Murphy
"WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT will touch your heart and stir your blood. Lush and enchanting, a must for all you Dirty Dancing fans!"
About the Author:
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Melody Grace is the USA Today bestselling author of UNBROKEN and UNTOUCHED. A small-town girl turned SoCal beach-lover, she spent years with her nose in a book before deciding it was time to write them for herself. She loves bad boys, good books, and pistachio-flavored ice-cream.
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And I meant to say, this COVER is gorgous.ReplyDelete
Dang, first comment didn't post.ReplyDelete
Okay, the hottest, sweetest kiss in a movie was in TIM, between Piper Laurie and a VERY young Mel Gibson. Seriously HOT, Seriously SWEET. Nearly melted my VCR.