Distraction
Book one in the Distraction Series
Book one in the Distraction Series
By
Angela McPherson
Genres:
New Adult/College Romance
Published:
August 19 2014
Word
count: 94 000
Pages:
303
ASIN:
Price:
eBook:
3.99
eBook
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Blurb:
Aside from the normal changes in her life, college
junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The
longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from
herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts
keep them close…until the day everything changes.
Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going.
Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed
relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his
spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will
be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as
he can remember. Elle.
Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan
and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them
into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!
Recommended for mature audiences 18+
Author
Bio:
Angela
McPherson
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas,
Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the
place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day,
and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes
chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often
at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t
rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience,
Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She
loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.
Twitter:
@abt3mcpherson
Excerpt:
Frantically, I searched her face until I reached her wounded
eyes, and my insides knotted with uncertainty. I claimed her lips with mine,
fitting perfectly together. Her mouth opened, and the salty taste of her tears
forced reality into the room. As much as I wanted the kiss to linger, I had to
make her understand how much I wanted her, and only her. Reluctantly, I backed
away.
"I've loved you since we were kids. I wanted
it to be me instead of that dick, Mark James, on your first date. I've wanted you so fucking bad, but I never told you how I felt
because the thought of losing you, even as a friend, terrified me."
Her green, shock-filled eyes pooled with tears again. I did
the only thing I thought would make her believe me. My hand wrapped around the
back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair. I inched her closer until I
felt her soft lips against mine.
The kiss started in a slow exploration. The moment my tongue
met hers, her breath caught and her body shivered. My heart raced like a
jackhammer when her fingers spread through my wet hair and the kiss deepened.
Damn she felt good, and tasted even better. Her lips were
soft, but eager for more. Her hair felt like smooth silk beneath my hand. I
wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against me, only
it wasn't enough. I wanted more.
Teasers/Quotes:
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, needing to be sure she was really there and not a figment of my imagination. I didn't wonder long. Taking control, Elle grabbed my shirt and crashed her lips to mine.
Best. Fucking. Kiss. Ever.
I held
her thighs tighter, my fingers digging into the silk material, but the contact
wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed to feel her skin, touch her body, feel
her clench around me as I rocked into her over and over. I wanted to watch her
cheeks blush when she came. I wanted to make her lose control. I wanted her
begging for more.
When I
walked out, I almost turned back around. Ginger looked at me as though
she’d been starved, which she probably was. She'd only eaten half her
salad.
Yeah, Elle knew how I felt, but I needed to up my game...give her a little something to think about.
Wanna know what I find sexy? Lets see...the pressure of your pouty lips on mine. Caressing, tasting, every inch of your naked body. Making love to you and hearing you scream, begging for more. Making you mine. Still waiting...
Tristan.
Eric. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Maybe I should let them both go?
My stomach squeezed. Tristan. No, I couldn't leave him...not entirely. We'd always be friends, right?
My stomach squeezed. Tristan. No, I couldn't leave him...not entirely. We'd always be friends, right?
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