Title: Reckless Hearts
Series: Standalone Novel
Author: Melody Grace
Release Date: June 27, 2016
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SYNOPSIS:“When you’re ready for a real man to show you what it feels like, you just let me know.”It should be the offer of a lifetime: sexy craftsman Will Montgomery wants to rock my world, and boy, does he know what to do with his hands – and that filthy, delicious mouth of his…Only problem is, I don’t believe in relationships. And Will has ‘boyfriend material’ written all over his chiseled, hunky abs. He was supposed to be an impulse fling, but now he’s shown up in Oak Harbor, NC, to put down roots, and he’s determined to make me com…mit.Love always ends in tears and tequila, but Will seems different. He’s charming, and funny, and did I mention that miraculous mouth of his? Despite all my better judgment, I’m falling. Hard. But can something this good turn out to be true? Or will old scars keep us from building a future together? For the first time ever, maybe I want to be proven wrong...The new heartfelt, sexy stand-alone with a happy ending from New York Times bestselling author, Melody Grace.EXCLUSIVE PRE-ORDER:
Will walks me to my front step at the end of the night. Even though I’ve spent the whole date trying to keep him at arm’s length, I can’t deny, I’ve had a great time.
“Tonight was fun,” I admit. Will’s face is cast in shadows by my porch awning, the angles of his face so clean and strong. It sends an unfamiliar longing through me, and I have to glance away. “Thank you for dinner.”
I fumble with my keys and open the door. It’s now or never. If it was any other guy, I wouldn’t think twice before going after what I want, so I turn back. “Do you want to come in?” I ask, straight out, my heart pounding.
Will pauses, and when he speaks again, his voice is thick. “I . . . don’t know if that would be a good idea.”
I catch a glimpse of something in his eyes, something that makes my whole body shiver in anticipation.
He wants me.
And desire? That’s something I know how to deal with. It’s not messy, or full of doubts. It can be easy. Simple.
I take a step back, into my dark hallway, and give him an inviting smile. “It sounds like a good idea to me.” I reach out and place my hands on his chest, running my fingertips over the smooth, soft fabric of his shirt. Will gives me a rueful smile—but he takes a couple of steps closer, too.
“Didn’t I say something about not making out with you?” His voice is low and sexy, and the look he shoots me is tense with desire.
“It’s OK,” I whisper, hooking my finger over the collar of his shirt and pulling him to close the distance between us for good. Something about him so close makes everything click into place, just right. I lean in and drop a kiss in the spot where his jaw meets the curve of his neck. “Promises are made to be broken.”
I feel him tense. Will pulls away a little, looking down at me with a curious expression in his eyes. But before I can think, he takes another couple of steps, walking me back until I’m against the wall, the lights off, shadows cloaking us in a dim silence.
“Not with me,” Will says softly, lifting my hand to his lips. He brushes a soft kiss over the back of my knuckles, keeping his steady gaze fixed on mine. He turns my hand over, kissing my palm this time, a slow whisper of contact that sends shivers racing through my entire body. I can’t look away. He kisses my wrist, the hollow of my elbow, all the way up to my bare shoulder, leaning close, pressing me back against the wall with a look of such intensity in his eyes, it takes my breath away.
Heat floods through me. Will bends his head, continuing his slow, devastating trail of kisses along my collarbone, and up the sensitive curve of my neck.
Oh . . .
His fingertips caress my other arm, then tilt my chin to the side as he dips and kisses my throat, all the way up to the corner of my mouth. I turn, eager to capture his mouth with mine, but Will just moves to the other side of my neck, his mouth roving, hot and growing in hunger.
God, it feels so good.
My senses are alight, every soft touch swooping through my body in a wave of heat and pulsing desire. My thighs clench, just the whisper of his fingertips and teasing mouth enough to make me ache for him.
All of him.
I reach to pull him in closer, but Will takes my hands and slowly pins them up against the wall by my head, watching me with that unreadable hazel stare. My pulse kicks at the dominant gesture of his firm grip; my body arches towards him in anticipation, but Will just smiles.
“You don’t know me yet,” he says softly. “But I’m a man of my word. So as much as I want to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, I’m going to keep my promises. At least for tonight.”
His dirty words send a shudder through me. Will sees, and his lips curl in a triumphant smile. He leans in closer, until his lips brush my ear. “I don’t know why you’ve got those walls built so high,” he murmurs in my ear, still pinning me in place. “But sooner or later, you’re going to realize I’m not like the other guys. I don’t play games, I don’t run scared because a woman wants to call the shots. I can give you everything you need. Everything,” he says, his eyes flashing with sensual promise.
“So you just take your time,” Will says, sliding his thumb over my damp, open lips. “And when you’re ready for a real man to show you what it feels like, you just let me know.”
He releases my wrists, and then he’s gone: sauntering away into the darkness, leaving me weak-kneed and dizzy in my doorway—and so turned on, I could melt into a pool of pure desire.
And he didn’t even kiss me goodnight.
Hi! I’m Melody Grace, author of the bestselling Beachwood Bay series. Some things about me:
1. I’m a small-town girl turned California beach lover.
2. I spent my childhood with my nose in a book before deciding to try and write one myself. I love all kinds of genres – from thrillers to YA and mystery – but romance has always been a passion of mine.
3. I love pistachio ice-cream, vanilla lattes, bad action movies, and Grey’s Anatomy (yes, I’m still watching… I can’t quit!).
4. I have an uncanny sense of direction. I once drove halfway across Canada without GPS or a map!
5. I have two adorable rascal cats named Bucky and Steve, I rescued them as kittens, and yes, I spoil them rotten.
6. I’m allergic to chocolate :(
7. I love sexy, heart-felt reads with strong heroines and swoon-worthy men. Why don’t you check out a couple of my books and meet your new book boyfriends?