Sound of Silence
By Elizabeth Miller
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sommer Stein, Perfect Pear
Cover Creations
Photography: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Travis Bendall & Debbie
Schemansky
Release Date: May 15, 2017
Synopsis
War isn’t a
testament to a man’s strength—finding peace with it is.
Navy SEAL Caden
Lawless is coming home. Holding his best friend as he bled out in the
Afghanistan desert, Caden became bound by Justin’s desperate plea to care for
his fiancĂ©e and to love the son he’d never know. Battling a barrage of memories
and with a head full of noise, Caden travels cross country in his beat up Chevy
to make good on his promise.
One knock on
Piper Stevens’ door and he knows she isn’t broken. Pregnant and mourning the
only man she’s ever loved, Piper wields her anger as a sword, slashing into
Caden’s grief and his heart.
As Caden works
to silence his demons, he finds a new mission, one far away from the heat and
depravity that clawed its way into his soul. He demands his way into Piper’s
life, intent on helping her pick up the pieces.
But even as the
tentative fingers of a burgeoning friendship spread into something far deeper than
either believed possible, duty calls for Caden to return to the battlefield.
Fate brought them together—will war tear them apart? Or will Caden reclaim the
sound of silence and remain with the woman who taught him love didn’t die in
the desert?
Excerpt
She’s
down the hall. I can hear her music and her muffled voice as she sings. My hard
cock hears her too and I’m suddenly angry about having more space. I want her
with me, wrapped in my blankets, shifting restlessly as I watch her and make
her wait for me to climb on top of her soft body. Fuck, I rub myself painfully
against the zipper of my jeans. I huff through my frustration and get in the
shower that I turn cold to appease my aching dick. It does little to ease the
tension in my balls so I take matters into my own hand and beat off to images
of her tits that I conjure in my mind. Even as I groan out my release I know
it’s not good enough. I need Piper.
God, I’ll beg. I will. I’m not above it.
Now that we’re settled in a new place, I can’t wait to make her mine. I
promised slow but my pulse speeds while I towel off and throw on a pair of
pajama pants, eager yet unsure of what I’ll say when I’m there. My palms sweat.
Goddamn, I’m nervous. I stop dead in the hallway, feet from her room. For
Christ’s sake, you’d think I’ve never approached a woman for sex. But this
isn’t just that. I want to be careful with Piper. Correction, I want hard,
primal fucking with Piper, but there’s time for soft and slow too. I want it all. I want all of
her, all of the time.
I exhale and ease my heart into a steady beat, one that mimics the low bass
throbbing out the beginnings of the stalker anthem “Every Breath You Take”. Well, okay. Maybe I need to
layoff and refrain from begging. I laugh and rub my chest as I step into her
doorway.
Fuck. Me. This roomie shit is hard and now so am I—again. Twelve months
of no pussy zeros in on Piper in a tank and the female version of plaid boxers,
short enough to show cheek as she bends to put a sweater in the bottom drawer
of her dresser. She stands, throwing her head back on a high note. I can’t help
but smile as she hits Sting’s pitch to perfection and then twists to gather the
last garment from the laundry basket.
Piper’s engrossed in her music and doesn’t notice me leaning against the
doorframe so I cross my arms and watch the show as it moves into “I need a
Hero”.
“Nice moves, sunshine,” I murmur when she turns and her tits bounce through the
dance. This is good shit.
Her head snaps up and she stumbles to the nightstand to switch off her Blu-ray
speaker.
“Don’t stop on my account. That was better than a lap dance.”
“Oh, my God. Don’t you know how to knock?” She grabs a pillow from her bed,
hugging it to her torso.
My grin grows. “I’ve seen your tits. You think hiding them from me will
dissuade my imagination?”
Her gaze narrows in on mine, but then it flicks down to my abs and lower to my
stiff cock. No shower in the
world could kill that boner. She closes her eyes, but her accelerated
breath moves the pillow up and down. Good, I like the direction she’s headed.
“Caden?”
“Piper?”
“How long . . . You’re trying . . .” She bites her bottom lip.
I nod. “Like so irritating you could tie me up? Because I might like that with
you. Or, we can role play? I’ve got this fantasy.”
Her mouth falls open and then she swings the pillow and clocks me in the ear, a
sneak attack that takes me off guard. I don’t know if I should be pissed at the
assault or thrilled as my predatory nature wakes from sleep. The second hit
lands on my hip. I snarl and size up my prey, at the same time stealing away
her weapon. She pants and the tits I dream about heave, drawing my attention to
the hard knots of her nipples straining against the fabric.
I stalk toward her. “You sure about this, sunshine?”
“I’ve got a good arm, Popeye. You scared?”
I stop and glare at her. “What did you call me?”
She laughs and chucks a pillow at my head. “Popeye the sailor . . .” she
croons.
Oh, fuck no.
I advance. She retreats—singing. God is she hot, toned muscles, tanned skin,
curves in every goddamn right place. And it hits me like a ton of feather
pillows. I’m falling in love with Piper Stevens. The desperate ache in my cock
is a pressing issue, but so is hearing her laugh and seeing her teasing smile
every day. I want her voice to fill these walls until they crumble, even when
the song is about me eating my spinach. This has moved beyond possession and into
a dark cavern I’ve yet to explore. By the heavy lurch of my heart I’m not sure
it’s ready to let her in. But I’m pretty sure that’s what happens. I’m going to
share this piece of me and she’ll do the same. Together we’ll steady our pulse.
Goddamn, the thought unleashes a primal instinct to claim her, take her, make
it so no other man will ever have her again.
But first I’m going to wipe that grin off her face and make her scream. My
initial pillow strike misses as she lobs to the left. The second hits her
square over the head. Her eyes flare and then narrow and I can tell the minute
tactical thought gives way to a frantic need to conquer her target. She misses
a lyric and attacks in reckless swings. I’m trained in the art of war and in a
minute, I chase her over the bed and to the other side of the room with quick
snaps to the back of her thighs and a crack to her ass.
She twirls with indignation, gripping her backside and I drop my weapon. One
arm around her waist, the other on her nape, I haul her against my chest and
slam my mouth on hers.
Sweet Jesus she kisses me without hesitation, sucking my tongue into her mouth
on a groan. We go deep, long open licks I use to punish her for singing that
fucking song. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to pin her against
the wall, peel off her shorts and fuck her into an apology. I’ll save that for
later. I tap her ass and help to wrap her legs around my waist and it’s
the best, most natural place for her to be. When she wiggles into position, she
slides down against my straining dick and I almost shoot my load. I moan and
tug her hair, peeling her away to find her flushed skin, watch her lowered lids
flutter against her cheeks as I rub the throbbing head of my cock against her
pussy through fine layers of cotton.
Also Available
Lawless is a short story introduction to
Piper and Caden available for free
Meet
the Author
She wears many
hats. Some include wife, mother of two small boys, writer, reader, lover of
gummy bears and Henry Cavill. She’s a proud Indie author who adores a broken
hero, a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy times. In 2013 she decided to
flex her writing muscles and began her debut novel: Midnight. Published in
2014, she continues writing sweet romantic, okay maybe a little bit erotic,
suspenseful adult contemporary novels with characters you’re destined to fall
in love with.
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