Resisting
Roots
Lotus House Series #1
By Audrey Carlan
Publisher: Waterhouse Press
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 5, 2016
Synopsis
Yoga instructor
Genevieve Harper is a blond bombshell loaded down with responsibility and
sacrifice. She makes the most out of raising her two siblings in the wake of
their parents’ tragic accident. At twenty-four, she doesn’t have time to devote
to a man…especially not the devastatingly handsome Trent Fox, who’s known for
being a “player” on and off the baseball field.
Trent has the best
hitting average in the league. Recently, he suffered a torn hamstring that
takes him to the Lotus House Yoga Center for recuperation. There he meets the
curvy, petite blonde with soulful black eyes and candy-coated glossy lips he’d
like to do more to than kiss. He secures the flexible hottie for daily private
lessons that ultimately show him how sensual the art of yoga can be.
Can love grow
between a woman who’s rooted in her life and a man who resists any notion of
staying in one place?
If you’re intrigued
by the practice of yoga and desire a sensual, intensely erotic, and uniquely
spiritual read with characters capable of performing pretzel-like sexual acts,
the Lotus House series is for you. Each of the seven books can be read as a
standalone but are better read in order. No cliffhangers. Books are erotic
romances written for mature audiences 18+.
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My entire body burned from the inside out. I
tried to tell myself it was from the hot shower, but I knew better. Trent had
worked me up back at his house without even touching me. Just knowing his naked
body was under the spray and slicked up with my soap gave me goose bumps. When
the water turned off, I grabbed the first book I found on my end table, opened
it randomly, and pretended to read it as I sneaked glances at the bathroom. I’d
missed the shower exit in my haste to grab a decoy…darn it.
Trent stood at the sink, running his fingers
through his tousled, wet hair. Water droplets trailed down his damp torso as if
they were in a race to get to the promised land. I’d had my mouth on the
appendage hidden beneath the towel slung around his hips. I remembered his
taste, the subtle hints of salt and man. My knees knocked together under the
blanket. That sexual experience with Trent was the most unique I’d ever had.
Every evening since that night, I’d dreamed about it, used my vibrator while
reminiscing over and over again.
Trent turned toward the opposite vanity near the
shower, dropped the towel, and reached for something. Oh, my word. Trent had
the finest bum that had ever graced my vision. And surprisingly enough, it was
just as tan as the rest of him. I bit down on my lip, thinking I’d rather be
biting down on his firm ass cheek. Heat rose through my chest, up my neck, and
I placed a hand to my flaming face. As he bent over, I stifled a moan. Instead,
I closed my eyes and did some yoga breathing.
I heard the water at the sink turn on and the
distinct sound of teeth being brushed. Continuing my mini-meditation, I chanted
internally.
You cannot have sex with him here.
You cannot have sex with him here.
You cannot have sex with him here.
“Gumdrop, I already told you we don’t have to do
anything you’re not ready for. And if here is a problem for you, we’ll
improvise.” He turned off the bathroom light and walked to the empty side of
the bed.
Oh, sugar! I might have said the chant out loud.
Heat blazed across my skin. I continued the measured breaths, attempting to
calm down. “I know.”
I couldn’t help checking him out as he stretched
his arms over his head. Trent wore nothing but a pair of tight red boxer
briefs. His package looked huge behind the thin cotton.
He pushed back the coverlet and slid into the
bed. Thank God it was a California King or his large form wouldn’t have fit.
The man took up far more room than I did.
“I used your toothbrush.” He grinned devilishly.
Of course he did. I glanced sideways. “Did you
tell me that to annoy me?”
He snuffled and rubbed his warm nose into my
bicep. He slung an arm around my waist and did something I wouldn’t have
expected from a man like Trent. He snuggled into my side. Literally wrapped his
body around mine until he was comfortable. I, on the other hand, became hot, in
every sense of the word. Temperature and desire were warring against one
another for top bidding as he adjusted himself like a cat circling around until
he’d found just the right spot. A little twitch here, a poke there, a heavy thigh
covering my much smaller one there, and—voila!—he stopped moving. Finally. I
thought I was going to have to smack him with my book to get him to settle
down. Jeez, it reminded me of Mary and her fidgets.
“Comfy?” I whispered.
He hummed from where his head lay on the pillow
and my arm. “Very.”
I huffed and tried to inhale a few relaxing
breaths. It didn’t work. I was too wired up. It had been three long years since
I’d had a man in my bed, holding me, finding comfort in my body. I loved it and
hated it at the same time because I knew it wouldn’t last.
“How’s your book?” he asked, a hint of laughter
in his voice.
Without even glancing at the book, I responded,
“Good, good.”
“Do you normally read books upside down?”
Sure enough, when I scanned the details of the
black letters on white paper in front of me, they were all upside down. Busted.
“I just started!” I nudged him.
Trent sat up, grabbed the book, and tossed it on
the end table. “Enough. I’m beat. You must be after teaching and everything
else today. Now kiss me, woman, so I can go to sleep.”
“What?” I shoved my face as far back as I could
so he came into better focus.
He narrowed his eyes and grinned. “You heard me,
gumdrop. I want my goodnight kiss. Give it up.”
“Are you serious?” I held the blankets tight to
my chest.
“As a heart attack. If you don’t give it, I’m
going to take it.”
I scowled. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, babe. Try. Me.”
I didn’t want to try him. I wanted to kiss him
goodnight. It seemed so…normal. I haven’t had normal in a long time.
“Fine!” I made it sound like it was such a
chore.
He didn’t care about my shenanigans, and what
was better, he met me halfway.
When our lips met, the fire that raged just
under the surface blazed white-hot once more. The kiss was wet, deep, and
blistering in its ability to take me from zero to sixty in a mere second. Trent
kissed me with long flicks of his tongue, hard presses of his lips, as if he’d
never stop. I never wanted him to. Before long, he was on top of me, lying
between my spread thighs, his upper body braced on his elbows, one hand
squeezing my breast, and the other holding my face still so he could devour me
with slow, devastating kisses.
I rubbed my leg against the back of his good
thigh, pressing his hardened shaft tighter to my body. That move earned me a
growl and a lip nibble.
“Damn, gumdrop, want to take you right here,
right now, but I respect you too much to go against your wishes.”
Trent eased to my side, rolled behind me, and
tugged my body to his, my back smashed flat to his front. He pinned one of my
legs with his own, shoved a hand across my waist and up between my breasts.
“Hold my hand, babe. Want to feel you close while I sleep.”
No sweeter words had ever been said to me. I was
so screwed. In that moment, as Trent kept me close within the confines of his
safe embrace, I fell a little in love with him, even knowing he could never
truly be mine.
Meet
the Author
Audrey Carlan is a
#1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She
writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic
experience that's sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her
works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, Falling Series, and
the Trinity Trilogy.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the
love of her life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping
wine with her "soul sisters" or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot
romance novel.
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