TREMBLE
By Alison Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: November 15, 2016
Free on
Kindle Unlimited
Not everything
sounds good when you say it. Some things sound, well, just wrong. Like saying I
hired a male escort to be my fiancé leading into (yeah, this is sounding bad)
marriage, a fake marriage, one about money.
See, that did
not sound good at all, but you’ll have to just trust me on this, that was the
innocent part of the story. You know, the sunny bit before the fall. Because
the rest of this story cannot be described in polite company. Not even a
little.
First it gets,
well, unapologetically hot and then it gets wickedly hot and then it kind of
goes nuclear and becomes oh-muh-goodness hot.
That’s Lukas
Dupree. He’s a-whole-nother level of naughty, but that’s not what this is
about. This is about the darkness that followed—the chilling turn my story takes
after he made me tremble to my core.
Maybe the
choices mentioned above mean I deserved it all in the end.
I don’t know.
You’ll have to tell me.
Dreams must feel
like this. I stand quietly in the door frame of my apartment, gazing at any
woman’s fantasy. Lukas Dupree in nothing but dark blue boxer briefs. His tan
back is muscled in so many delicious ways. He’s like a sculpture with
incredible detail. Smooth and powerful. Velvety and mouthwatering. The tattoo
that runs from the top of his left shoulder down to where his right kidney
would be is an added bonus.
He does not
acknowledge my presence. It must be a dream. When he turns slightly, his abs
cause an electricity surge to race up my spine and tickle the back of my neck.
I feel delicate and combustible.
He’s dancing a
little. I notice he’s wearing ear buds and holding his phone. Maybe this is
real. Maybe I’m here with Lukas. Maybe my eyes are enjoying his explosive pecs,
deltoids, biceps, triceps, the entire gamut of sinews and tendons. So much for
a woman to admire in a single man.
Too much.
Entirely too much.
He stops his
little groove when he spots me. His eyes bust me and capture my racing
heartbeat. He takes the buds out of both ears.
“Oh, hey,” he
says. “I didn’t hear you.”
Because I didn’t
say anything. Good that he thinks I did, instead of just silently staring at
his offerings like a lusting stalker.
“Yeah,” I say,
finally finding the strength to lift my eyes to his face and keep them there.
“Sorry to interrupt your little groove.”
“And sorry about
the casual dress,” he says. “I always sweat after a hot shower. I need ten
minutes to cool off.”
I don’t know how
to respond so I don’t. And if I were to complain, he would see right through
me. In fact, I try not to look at him at all. He reads people too well for me
to give him another glance into the hot mess of my dizzy mind right now.
Today’s the day
I’m presenting him to my family and friends. We should be leaving soon.
“Can you be
ready in fifteen minutes?”
“On it,” he
says.
I feel almost
sad he’s going to get dressed. Okay, I need to get it together quick. Trying to
forget the way he filled out that one tiny piece of clothing he had on is
proving difficult. Thank God for my breathing technique.
I can’t help but
stare as the pants slide slowly up his legs and get stuck on his bulge. Oh,
come on! He grins and raises his eyebrows sheepishly.
I’m furious and
thrilled at the same time. I glare at him, but my eyes can’t help but watch as
he uses his right hand to push his bulge down so he can pull the pants over the
obstacle until he finally gets them to his waist.
I march past him
in an angry panic. “We’re going to be late,” I say quietly through my suddenly
parched throat.
USA Today
Bestselling author Alison Foster loves reading a good love story almost as much
as she loves writing one. She spends her time dreaming up strong heroes and
even stronger heroines and she enjoys finding unexpected strengths within her
characters when they are in the most unexpected places.
She believes
that passion makes the world go round and that a sexy grin is as sweet as candy.
She loves interacting with readers, so feel free to drop her a line.
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