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Blurb
New York
Times bestselling authors Angela Graham and S.E. Hall have teamed up again to
bring you a full-length, steamy new romance.
Echo
Kelly is loyal to her studies, family, and aerial artistry. She has no time for
or interest in anything else, and is heartbroken when her oldest brother,
Sebastian, gets accepted to a study-abroad program— exchanging places with
cocky, not-at-all-shy foreign exchange student Kingston Hawthorne.
Kingston
Hawthorne had the life every twenty-year-old guy dreams of— endless cash, easy
women, and fast cars— until his father ripped it all away, shipping him off to
the States and placing him temptingly close to the underage virgin who fascinates
him in the most challenging of ways.
With
Kingston’s bedroom just a connecting bathroom away from Echo’s, the chemistry
between them is even more enticing than the notes he leaves for her on the
shower door.
How long
can you pretend you’re just friends?
Excerpt
I creep
silently into the house and find a tinfoil-covered plate on the kitchen
counter: the dinner my mom saved for me, even though I'm sure my father said
something along the lines of, “If she wants to eat, she can sit down, on time,
with the rest of us.”
I smile
to myself at the small victory. My dad may think
he rules the roost, but he doesn't call the last shot when it comes to my mom
taking care of her babies.
After I
finish off the still-warm chicken and potatoes as quietly as possible, I tiptoe
past my parents’ bedroom, paying special attention to each step I take—or, more
specifically, avoiding the floorboards that creak.
My
father's stern voice pierces the darkness. "We'll talk in the morning,
young lady."
Damn,
he's good. I literally wobbled left to right like a drunk person, nailing the
silent boards, and he still heard me.
"Yes,
sir," I spit out before hurrying up the staircase to my bedroom.
My
grandfather, smart man that he was, built this house after he had children. With the master suite on the bottom floor
and the kids' rooms upstairs, there was no getting past the parents. But
somehow, Grandpa had forgotten to take into account that our family has studied
the art of Aerialism for generations. So once you're up in your room, getting
out of it undetected isn't much of a problem—a caveat I know for a fact my
older brother Sebastian took advantage of often. Mostly because he used my
balcony to do so nine times out of ten.
I head
straight for a hot shower, not allowing my overworked muscles to stiffen. The
entire time I stand under the spray, I stare through the glass at the closed
door on the far side of the room. Sebastian’s bedroom is connected to mine by a
Jack and Jill bathroom, but my brother isn't on the other side anymore.
Tonight, and every night for this school year, he’ll be in England, his room
vacant. The thought is the final blow to my day.
Once
I've dried off and tied my robe, I open his door slowly, with tears in my eyes.
I’m not sure why—maybe to see the proof of his absence, naively hoping that
will help settle my anxiety?
It's
dark inside, of course, but the thin drapes are parted and the moon is full and
bright after tonight's storm.
My
breath hitches, my feet coming to a complete and sudden halt when I spot the
large body lying in my brother’s bed. It’s almost comforting at first; I find
myself wishing it was Sebastian, but I know it’s not. And I can only assume
it’s Kingston. I have no clue why my parents didn’t just drop him at his dorm,
or why I’m not turning around to go back to my own room. But now, as I stand so
close, my curiosity is piqued.
From
this angle and lighting, he could almost pass for Sebastian: dark-brown hair
cut short, muscularly outlined back, sleeping on his side. But whereas
Sebastian sleeps under the covers, our houseguest has the sheet and comforter
shoved down past a tight, perfectly rounded ass that’s filling out his black
boxer briefs in a way I find startlingly sinful. He also has his arms shoved
under his pillow—another difference that makes it hard for me to pretend.
I creep
a bit farther into the room, checking out his luggage—designer and monogrammed, all matching of course,
and reeking of luxury and fine leather. Fancy,
but mismatching horribly with the black (somewhat sexy) combat boots that—
“Umpf,”
I grunt despite my desperate efforts to remain quiet, reaching out for anything
to brace myself on. But it’s no use. I fly forward, having tripped over the
second, not-nearly-as-sexy-now boot.
"I
was told you were the graceful one."
His
low, gravely taunt comes out of nowhere and startles me further, throwing me
backward in the opposite direction, my balance completely lost. With my hands
flailing, my only hope now is that the luggage provides a soft landing.
But I
never meet it, or the floor. Instead, two strong hands rescue me, snaring my
wrists and pulling me down on top of one seriously hard, hot—temperature-wise,
I mean—body.
"I'd
presume you to be Echo and say hello, but again, not the graceful girl I was
expecting. So, you are…?" He looks up at me with a smug twitch to his lip
and devastating twinkle in his gray—Are
they really gray, or is that the lighting?—eyes.
"I…uh…”
I stammer idiotically, dressed only in a robe that’s far too revealing for the
position I find myself lying in: across the bare torso of perhaps the most
gorgeous guy I've ever seen up close, in person. And we are very up close.
I
attempt to push off him, but his hands slide down to my hips and grip tighter.
"Yes,"
I gasp, before battling for a sense of authority in my next response. "I'm
Echo. Sorry I woke you, I just wasn’t…expecting you to be in here.” His brows
rise, practically screaming that he sees right through me. “Let me up! I
tripped over your big, stupid boots, then you scared me."
"My
apologies, Echo.” A quiver plays down
my spine at the way my name rolls off his lips in that decadent English accent
of his. “Had I known you'd be visiting my room tonight, I'd have taken more
care in setting my belongings out of your way.”
“I
should’ve left when I realized you were in here, so we’re even. Can you let me
up now?”
His
grip remains firm as his smile deepens. “I must admit, I am rather enjoying
this version of our introduction. Far better than a mere ‘How do you do?’ over
dinner.” He’s sporting a full grin now, blindingly bright even in the dimly lit
room.
All I
can do is stare at him, words failing me. I half suspect I'm dreaming, but I
can feel, long and stiff against my stomach, that this humiliation is, in fact,
reality.
"I’m
quite comfortable, so do feel free to stay as long as you like. And if you really
want to give me a smashing welcome, don't be afraid to wiggle around a
bit." His smirk grows impossibly wide as he thrusts his hips upward,
pressing his erection firmer against me.
And
just like that, my speechlessness evaporates.
"Are
you insane?" I use both hands to
shove hard against his chest, but I'm no match for his relentless clutch on my
hips. "Let me go! You're a guest in our home tonight—you can't just
manhandle me when the mood strikes!"
"Ah,
grace period.” He nods. “Understood. So, tomorrow night, then?"
"Unbelievable!"
I seethe, wriggling around in hopes of escape.
His
fingers dig deeper, but the ravenous gleam in his eyes softens. "A joke,
Echo. My apologies. Perhaps I took it too far."
My
anger soothes to a low simmer. He's got a certain playful charm about him, and
maybe this is just his very forward
way of easing the awkwardness that I instigated in the first place by sneaking
into the room in the middle of the night.
But
just as I start to form a forgiving smile, he ruins all the excuses I’d just
mentally compiled.
"Can
I be frank with you?”
“Will you let me up?” I toss back.
“Of
course.”
“Then
let’s hear it.” I wait for him to say God only knows what—a heartfelt apology
maybe?—but instead, his expression sharpens into one of pure lust.
“I’ve
lied to you. The truth is…I'd much prefer it if you grinded down on me a bit,
Love. Wiggling is for strangers, and we're not strangers anymore, now are
we?"
“Ugh,”
I growl, propelling myself off him when his laughter loosens his hold. I stomp
out of the room, his sounds of amusement lingering behind me.
And
that’s how I met our foreign exchange student, Kingston Hawthorne.
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About the Authors
S.E. Hall
S.E.Hall, lover of all things anticipation and romance, is
the author of The Evolve Series: Emerge, Embrace, Entangled, Entice, Endure and
companion novellas Baby Mama Drama and Guide for Tools Looking to Date My
Daughter by character Sawyer Beckett. S.E. also wrote the stand-alone Finally
Found novels Pretty Instinct and Pretty Remedy. Her co-written works include
The Provocative Professions Collection: Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled
1&2, One Naughty Night and full-length, standalone novel Matched with
Angela Graham as well as Conspire, a romantic suspense, written with Erin
Noelle.
S.E. resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and
3 daughters of the home. When not writing or reading, she can be found
"enthusiastically cheering" on one of her girls' softball games.
Angela Graham
Angela Graham is a New York Times & USA Today
bestselling author of the Harmony Series. She spent a lot of her childhood
hidden away in the aisles at her local public library where she fell in love
with reading. It was a home away from home through her youth to her adulthood.
In 2012 she knew she found her calling in the world of
fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short
story. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote about a year before deciding to
try her hand at a novel. It was the best decision she ever made and one that
changed her life in ways she never imagined.
Together with S.E. Hall, she has released five novels and
one short story together.
Angela resides in Northwest Arkansas with her three
beautiful children and a rowdy dog.
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