Synopsis
Celeste
Hebert appears to have it all, but there are many things she's never had, been forbidden from having.
One night. One song. One kiss. The perfect trifecta to unleash the floodgates of a forbidden attraction between the widow and her husband’s bad boy cousin, Adrian.
Celeste endeavors to rebury the feelings that surface after this one night since her powerful family despises him. Kindred spirits, best of friends they attempt to douse their attraction; however, Adrian always seems to know exactly how to push her buttons and may prove too much to resist.
Having defied his family by making his way on his own terms, Adrian struggles to regain their acceptance. When he meets his cousin’s wife and wants her for his own, he feels he’s finally lived down to the title—black sheep. But, when his cousin dies unexpectedly, Adrian fights his attraction and swears to honor them both by helping her raise her boys.
Finding himself enveloped in a cocoon of love and acceptance, Adrian knows it’s more than just physical attraction. However, unforeseen events threaten to destroy those he now holds dear and his newfound peace.
Will the ties that bind them be their undoing?
Excerpt
Adrian runs his hands up my arms and shoulders
until they grasp both sides of my neck to tilt my head back so that I'm staring
straight into his arctic blue eyes. I immediately start trembling, and it's not
with fear. That whiskey-laden voice drips with passion. "Celeste, I'm
begging you not to leave here looking like that. You look gorgeous, babe, but I
can't sit here all night wondering who's hitting on you, who's imagining moving
that scrap of fabric over to get a glimpse at what is..."
"What is what?" I breathe heavily.
"What is underneath it all?" His brow
wrinkles, and I feel his hands tighten their pleasurably painful grip.
"What is underneath it all?"
"Just me, Adrian, just me," I breathe.
"That's all."
"So everything then. Just like I
thought." He removes one of his hands to run it up the back of my thigh.
My eyes widen and I swallow hard.
"That's not a good idea," I whisper.
His hand wraps all the way around my thigh, his fingertips coming to rest along
the crease of my left cheek. My thigh pulses with fire.
"Why not?" His fingertips tease back
and forth a little. Even though it’s a light touch, it feels like his calloused
fingertips mark me.
My voice is strained. "Why not? Look at us.
We can't even have a civil conversation for everything that has passed between
us, and you want to further complicate it. What you're doing will further
complicate matters."
His hand stills. He exhales loudly and lets his
head drop on my chest. "You do this to me. I don't act like this. That day
in the park, watching you cross and uncross your legs. Throwing your hair over your
shoulder. Laughing without a care in the world. Cheering me on like it was your
favorite thing to do! It killed me. Killed me. I've never wanted a woman the
way I want you. Never."
His words rain down on me like fiery drops of
lust. I close my eyes and rewrite that memory. I thought he was just being an
ass, but his unexpected anger was because he was yearning for me. I bite my
lip, open my eyes, and shake my head. "It's just because you can't have
me, Adrian. I'm nothing special."
"Oh, baby, you have no idea." He runs
his nose up my throat, scenting me as he goes. I lean my neck back, giving him
more access even as my brain screams at me to run—not walk—out of this room.
But when he says, "You're everything to me." My head falls back even
further and my eyes close again as I feel him slant his head and attack my jaw,
throat, and neck with closed-mouth kisses. I hear myself moan and give myself
one more little jolt to try to spare myself from this delicious torment that
will only end in frustration.
Meet The Author:
For as long as she can remember, Lynetta Halat
has lived to read and has written countless stories and plays since she was a
young girl. A teacher by day and an avid reader and closet writer by night, she
has always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember;
and her first novel, Every Rose, is the perfect catalyst to launch her into the
world of publishing. Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a
master's degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia. A
self-proclaimed "Coast Girl," she lives in Mississippi with her
adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. She is currently at
work on her second book.
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