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Sunday, December 21, 2014

A second chance at love and a curse #newrelease #looseid #contest

Happy Holidays! I've got a hot, second chance romance set in a small town for you to check out. I also have a contest going on until 12/22/14 at midnight EST. :)


Love Repeated
By Nancy Corrigan

Young lovers, Kyle and Ronnie, had the world ahead of them at seventeen. Stubbornness, misunderstanding and a mother’s influence forced them to forge their own paths. A decade later, neither can find love.
Ronnie always thought it was easier to move on than deal with the pain and hurt of past mistakes. She made plenty of them, but so did Kyle and her parents. Kyle knows the moment he touches Ronnie that he still loves her. He won’t repeat the past and let her leave him a second time.
It takes a tragedy and a secret to reunite them, but their passion returns in a rush along with regret and guilt. To have love, they’ll have to overcome their issues—before her mother’s sin takes Ronnie away, once and for all.


Excerpt (PG)
“Damn, you’re as stubborn as ever, aren’t you?”
He grinned and trailed his fingers down her spine. “Persistent, not stubborn.”
She huffed and twisted out of reach. He let his hand drop, curling his fingers so he didn’t reach for her again. She draped the strap of her purse over a shoulder and grabbed the handles of the crate. “Obstinate and hard-headed, that’s what you are, Kyle Sander.”
God, he loved when she used his full name. “It’s good to be consistent, doll. People know what to expect from me.”
The light from the phone she held illuminated her face. A smile tugged at her lips. She turned away. A shame. He wanted to watch it spread.
“Good night, Kyle. Thanks for checking on me, but as you can see, I’m fine. No wild animal or drugged college kid has assaulted me.”
On a grunt, she hefted the trunk and started walking away from where she’d left her car. Well, shuffled described her awkward steps better. He watched her struggle with her unusual baggage, puzzled by the older Ronnie. She’d gotten good at avoiding questions. It only stoked his curiosity.
He fell into step next to her.
She glanced at him. “Why are you still following me?”
“Figured you’d need me to carry that for you.”
“I can manage.”
He glanced from her fingers tightened around the handles to the strained muscles in her arms. “Looks heavy.”
“I’m stronger than you think.”
He matched her slow pace. “I can see that.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“Well, the cabin is a good half mile up the mountain, and once you realize you can’t spend the night there, you’re going to have to carry that thing back down.”
She stopped and carefully set the trunk onto the ground. “Why can’t I stay there? I do own it.”
“So you turned the power back on and had somebody clean it?”
She licked her lips. “I don’t need lights, and a little dirt won’t kill me. I’ll survive a night. It’ll be like camping, and I’ll call a mechanic in the morning. So, you see, I’m fine. I don’t need you.”
He bit his lower lip to stop his grin. “And I suppose you don’t need water or to be able to flush the toilet either.” He gave up and let his amusement show. “Need power to run the well pump, Ronnie.”
She glanced from the trunk at her feet to the road in front of her. “I need to get up there.”
“Tonight?”
She gave a small shake of her head. “I guess not.”
“How about I get you somewhere that has running water, then bring you out here tomorrow?”
“Being my hero again?”
“I always was good at it.”

Excerpt (R rated)
“I want to kiss you, Ronnie.”
She swept the tip of her tongue out, moistening her mouth and tempting him to feast. “Are you asking permission, or—
He leaned closer and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, stopping her words. Her shaky exhale washed over him, filling his lungs with the scent of cinnamon. The long-denied craving for her taste surged. She’d always chewed on cinnamon gum or mints. The taste used to drug him. Would it still? She’d been his favorite addiction a lifetime ago.
He grasped the back of her neck and licked the inside of her lip. Her flavor hit him, a punch in the gut he welcomed. It left him a little crazed and a lot horny. On a groan, he kissed her. She opened to him, stroking her tongue with his and feeding him her soft mewling noises, those little purrs of contentment she’d always offered him whenever they first came together. He soaked them up along with the rightness kissing her brought.
She complemented his thrusts and licks with ones of her own. They’d perfected the art of kissing years before they’d ever joined their bodies. It had been his favorite hobby. He’d never been able to get enough. He still couldn’t. Head angled, he delved deeper and sucked on her tongue, tearing moans from her throat.
She twisted her torso and linked her hands around his neck. Nails dug into his skin, she tugged him closer, kissed him harder, and tore his tenacious control to shreds. He rocked into her and let his hands roam over her soft, curvy body.
Primitive hungers beat at him. He wanted to strip her and lick every inch, memorizing her swells and valleys. Maybe spread her thighs and get drunk on her sweet sex. Or push her to her knees and pump into her mouth until he exploded. So many images rose, but it was the need to possess her that made his decision.
He tore his mouth from hers. She panted hard. So did he. The lust they’d shared returned, stronger than ever. He couldn’t wait a moment more.
He rubbed his forefinger over her lips, then slipped it between them. Her breath heated his skin. She closed her mouth over his finger. With a swirl of her tongue, she drew him deeper and held him there for a long moment before she sucked. Hard.
His dick jerked. Precum seeped from the tip. He yanked on his finger, but she bit just to the point of pain, stopping him. His breath escaped in a shudder. He dragged the digit out, her teeth scraping him, and cupped her face between his palms.
“I’m going bend you over your car, lift your skirt, and fuck you, Ronnie. If you have some guy that’s going to hunt me down for making you come all over my dick, tell me now.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “And I’ll make you writhe over my tongue instead.”

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Author Bio

A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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3 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

Congrats on your new release, Nancy. :)

jean hart stewart said...

Sounds like the MIL is a real baddy...also sounds intriguing. Best of luck with this.

Nancy Corrigan said...

Thanks Tina and Jean! Hope you're having a great Sunday!
Nancy