Title: Temptation
Author: Robin Covington
Expected Publication: August 5th, 2014
About Temptation:
Five years ago, Kit Landry was homeless and
alone at sixteen. Determined to ditch her crappy life, she moved to Nashville
with only $200, her guitar, and a notebook full of songs. She hit it big as
America’s country sweetheart, but a year of living like a rock star plus a
stint in rehab has killed any good will she had with her label. The suits have
ordered Kit to shape up or ship out of the limelight. The last thing she needs
is a hot, sexy distraction with a sinful smile.
He doesn’t know the meaning of the
word.
Max Butler is as far from a celebrity as
you can get and he likes it that way. A Nashville firefighter, he’s living the
single life with a revolving door of parties, friends, and a different woman in
his bed every night. When his normal life suddenly collides with the girl on
his favorite Rolling Stone cover, he sees the perfect chance to fulfill his
ultimate fantasy and see just how bad Kit can be.
Sometimes bad is so very good.
With three weeks until Kit leaves for her
big tour, Max promises to give her a break from being the good girl--no strings
attached. But when hot days lead to sultry nights, the lines get blurred and
suddenly three weeks of bad might not be good enough.
Excerpt:
Finished with his ribbon, I rested my hands
on his chest and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
Under my hands, his chest constricted with
his swift intake of breath at the moment my lips touched his skin. I inhaled
deeply, soaking in his scent of cedar wood, citrus, and warm male while the
blood pounded in my ears and my skin grew warmer. Pulling away, we both exhaled
slowly as our eyes locked in a heated exchange of shock and desire.
There was no mistaking the look of desire
in his eyes, and I’m sure it matched the one in my own. I wanted him with
jaw-clenching intensity and the part of me that was all woman unfurled after
being packed away for so long. I might as well have been back on that fire escape,
because this felt just as dangerous. More dangerous.
Behind me, the gathered paparazzi began to
call out above the murmuring of the crowd.
“Give him a real kiss, Kit!”
“Is that how you thank a hero?”¬
“Kiss him!”
At the sound of their voices, I glanced
over my shoulder. Everyone was smiling encouragingly; the press wanted the
photo, the other firefighters were cheering on their boy.
I looked back at Max for his opinion.
A smirk pulled at the edge of his lips. “I
did save your life.”
I narrowed my eyes, not really mad at the
suggestion. “That’s not fair.”
He shrugged his shoulders the slightest bit
and grinned. “Chicken?”
Oh. Hell. No.
Determined and rising to the bait, I lifted
my face, slowly closing the distance between our mouths. This would be quick,
fun and flirty, and over before it began.
I had no fucking clue what I was talking
about.
The first press of our mouths was like
being hooked up to a live wire. We both broke contact in surprise but quickly
began again, the lure of such intense pleasure already addictive.
I was the one who took it deeper, running
my tongue along his, dipping inside to taste him. I couldn’t help myself; it
was like putting my favorite dessert in front of me and saying that I could
only have a sample. Good luck trying to stop me.
Max groaned and grabbed my hips, his
fingers lightly digging into my flesh—tugging me closer and turning the kiss
hotter, wetter. His mouth slanted over mine and his tongue stroked past my
lips, taking what he wanted and what I freely gave. My knees went weak, and I
clutched the fabric of his uniform, holding him close as the kiss went on and
on.
The sound of whooping and clapping startled
me and snapped me back to reality. This wasn’t good.
I distanced myself from Max, only far
enough away to end the kiss but not far enough to lose the physical contact of
his hands on me. I was breathing hard, my breasts swollen under the tight
dress, my lips tender and tingly. Max was panting, his face hard and eyes
hot.
Painfully aware of our audience and my
management and label resident glaring at me from the other end of the room, I
tried to pull back further but Max shook his head, holding me in his grip.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I
said.
“Maybe not, but I want to do it again,” he
answered, his smile intimate and naughty enough to make me shiver. “And I want
to do more.”
I sucked in a breath. I had thought the
fire was dangerous, but I was wrong. Max was the thing I needed to worry
about.
“You’re no angel,” I whispered.
“I’m glad you finally figured it
out.”
About Robin
Covington:
A Night of Southern Comfort, her
best-selling debut novel was a 2012 finalist in the RT Book Reviews Reviewers
Choice Awards, earned 4.5 stars and was touted by RT Book Reviews as bringing a
“fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get
our adrenaline pumping — sex and danger”. When she’s not exploring the theme of
fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging
in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello.
Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of
America, the Washington and Maryland Romance Writers, a faculty member at
Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a contributor to
the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today. You can find Robin on her website,
Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).
Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious
husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy.
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