We are very excited to announce the release date of When I'm With You by Harper Sloan. The release for the third book in the Hope Town series will be April 26.
Enjoy this sexy excerpt while you wait!
Nate:
It’s nearly impossible to be
surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and
just about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To
give your trust to someone else and believe they would die before
hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but
I’ve also seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone
I could never have, and my biggest fear is that by giving her my
love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m
not sure I can because I only feel complete when I’m with her.
Emberlyn:
The only time I feel like I belong is
when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones.
Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of
his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it took was one
drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to
crave. Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel
complete when I’m with him.
He said I was too young. I said he was
perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could
weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.
Excert:
“I want you so
bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every
inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside
me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I
continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips.
“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my
hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re
in the need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his
erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining
as he takes my hips again between his hands.
“Never.” I let my head roll back
and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the
attention to my clit that has the burn in my core starting to fire up
my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body, gearing up
to explode.
“Fuck!” he roars.
Before I realize
what’s happening, he's flipping us. My head lands in my pillows,
just a breath away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It
takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just
seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with
both hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see
the feral expression on the man kneeling between my spread legs.
He takes huge body
rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair
is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces
falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t
care about.
And his eyes are
focused downward.
If I didn’t
believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I
would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but
seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet
sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a
hungered need.
The power I feel
seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live
without. Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize
every second we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him
come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion
he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it
burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly
beautiful display of fireworks.
And with that
thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the
next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a
deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me
completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my
body as if he was already inside me. Each time he slams against me,
the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my
head.
It was foolish of
me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the
fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control.
When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a
hiss and narrows his eyes at me.
“You’re not to
touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because
of you. I’m about to fucking come all over myself and the only
place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the inside of
your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little
hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what it’s
really like to take while giving.”
“Please,” I
rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.
“No, not please.
From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is
my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other
word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,”
he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you
to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to
trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it.
“And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in
your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”
“Take me,” I
beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my
movements.
“Nate,” he
grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is
claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and
making you his.”
He runs his hands
up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the
edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.
“Hold on,” he
commands with a wink.
About Harper Sloan:
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.
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