C'est le jour J pour la sortie du tome 2 de la série "The Harty Boys" de Whitley Cox "Lost Hart" qui sort ce jour en VO et que j'ai reçu en service presse via Enticing Journey Books Pr.
Only one woman can find this lost Hart…Stacey Saunders has had a less than stellar year. Until she met Chase, she wasn’t sure she’d make it through. Hired to protect her and her kids from a crime family, Chase quickly became more than just a bodyguard. He became her lifeline. Their one night of passion gave her hope for the future, for a new life. But then he disappeared.
Five months later, Chase is back. But Stacey’s not willing to just let sleeping dogs lie—or in this case, a green-eyed bodyguard. She deserves answers.
Chase Hart had to leave. He didn’t want to, but the pain, the secrets, the fears are all just too real. He wouldn’t be a good man if he brought his demons into Stacey’s world. But it becomes impossible for him to stay away from her when Stacey comes around demanding answers. Is this finally his chance for a normal, happy life? Not by a long shot it would seem. Stacey’s family is suddenly ripped apart, a piece of her heart taken, and it’s up to Chase to bring him back safely. With dangers lurking in every dark corner, the deeper he digs, the greater the risk of losing Stacey, possibly for good.
She touched her bottom lip with her finger. “Ditch the sweats,” she said, her voice now erotic and hoarse.
“Thought they were lingerie for women,” he said.
“Lingerie is meant to seduce and then be removed. They’ve done their job.” She tugged her shirt over her head, exposing her black sports bra.
“Take that thing off. Does nothing but hide your tits.”
Grinning at each other, they did as they were both told. She tugged the bra over her head, and he dropped his sweats to the floor.
His cock was at full attention now, a thick string of precum hanging from the tip. She eyed his crown like it was the hottest day in summer and he had a Popsicle between his legs.
“I’ve got nothing to apologize for,” she said with a gentle headshake. “Not planning on putting that in my mouth for a while.”
His grin hurt his cheeks now. Fuck, he loved her sass.
When she wanted something, she went for it.
“Not gonna ask you to.” Though if she wanted to, he’d never turn her down.
He removed her panties and allowed himself a moment to just take in the beauty, the rawness of Stacey naked on his bed. This image had kept the monsters at bay during his stint down in Georgia. When he felt the walls closing in, the darkness beginning to get thick, he thought of Stacey spread out before him, a flush to her skin, her nipples beaded, pupils dilated, arms out reaching for him.
The downy patch of blonde hair between her legs was damp, and he dropped to his knees and pressed his nose to it, inhaling her scent. Imprinting it on his memory for later. Like when the monsters returned.
Her fingers tracing a gentle path on his bald head had him tilting his gaze to her. “Inside me, Chase. It’s been too long.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Pressing a knee into the bed, he pushed her legs apart and made to settle between her thighs when she stopped him. “Condom?”
Right.
He had a few still kicking around, but since he didn’t need them and hadn’t gotten laid since Stacey, he hadn’t really had the need to keep a healthy supply.
But he knew he’d spied at least three in his nightstand drawer.
With a nod but no words, he stood up again, went to his nightstand, found what he needed and sheathed himself.
He could tell her that they didn’t need to use them. That he was clean and he assumed she was. Fuck, no condom would feel a hell of a lot better.
But even so, that just wasn’t something he was ready to share.
He’d known his fate, his lack of virility for almost a year now, and it was still tough to accept.
He’d never have children of his own. Never be a father.
Maybe that was for the better anyway. How could he chase away the monsters from under the bed when he was afraid of them himself? How could he help his children overcome their fear of the dark when he was nearly forty and hated the dark himself?
“Thought they were lingerie for women,” he said.
“Lingerie is meant to seduce and then be removed. They’ve done their job.” She tugged her shirt over her head, exposing her black sports bra.
“Take that thing off. Does nothing but hide your tits.”
Grinning at each other, they did as they were both told. She tugged the bra over her head, and he dropped his sweats to the floor.
His cock was at full attention now, a thick string of precum hanging from the tip. She eyed his crown like it was the hottest day in summer and he had a Popsicle between his legs.
“I’ve got nothing to apologize for,” she said with a gentle headshake. “Not planning on putting that in my mouth for a while.”
His grin hurt his cheeks now. Fuck, he loved her sass.
When she wanted something, she went for it.
“Not gonna ask you to.” Though if she wanted to, he’d never turn her down.
He removed her panties and allowed himself a moment to just take in the beauty, the rawness of Stacey naked on his bed. This image had kept the monsters at bay during his stint down in Georgia. When he felt the walls closing in, the darkness beginning to get thick, he thought of Stacey spread out before him, a flush to her skin, her nipples beaded, pupils dilated, arms out reaching for him.
The downy patch of blonde hair between her legs was damp, and he dropped to his knees and pressed his nose to it, inhaling her scent. Imprinting it on his memory for later. Like when the monsters returned.
Her fingers tracing a gentle path on his bald head had him tilting his gaze to her. “Inside me, Chase. It’s been too long.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Pressing a knee into the bed, he pushed her legs apart and made to settle between her thighs when she stopped him. “Condom?”
Right.
He had a few still kicking around, but since he didn’t need them and hadn’t gotten laid since Stacey, he hadn’t really had the need to keep a healthy supply.
But he knew he’d spied at least three in his nightstand drawer.
With a nod but no words, he stood up again, went to his nightstand, found what he needed and sheathed himself.
He could tell her that they didn’t need to use them. That he was clean and he assumed she was. Fuck, no condom would feel a hell of a lot better.
But even so, that just wasn’t something he was ready to share.
He’d known his fate, his lack of virility for almost a year now, and it was still tough to accept.
He’d never have children of his own. Never be a father.
Maybe that was for the better anyway. How could he chase away the monsters from under the bed when he was afraid of them himself? How could he help his children overcome their fear of the dark when he was nearly forty and hated the dark himself?
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
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