Tuesday, March 27, 2018

{Blog Tour} UNBOUND by Kimberly Derting—Excerpt + Giveaway

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Unbound
by Kimberly Derting


Do opposites really attract?

Emerson Monroe McLean is a true Texan through and through. But she's never wanted to be like the other girls she grew up with, the ones who view debutante balls and sororities as stepping-stones to landing the perfect husband.

Yet everyone underestimates Em. When they look at the leggy blonde, all they see is a serial-dater who leaves a string of broken hearts in her wake. What people don’t realize is that keeping guys at arms length is more than just about having a good time; it’s a deep-rooted defense mechanism.

Lucas Harper is California born and bred. The product of his wealthy upbringing and an overbearing mother, Lucas has always been told where to be and when to be there. But after his older brother’s death, Lucas is tired of being a puppet.

Taking a break to figure out what he wants out of life, he moves to West Beach to spend the summer surfing. It’s there that he meets Emerson McLean, the free-spirited beauty who lures him into her bed. Refusing to be tied down, she’s unlike any girl he’s ever known. Can they find common ground...or will their differences tear them apart?

Their chemistry is undeniable. There’s only one hitch: Lucas already has a fiancĂ©e. And when she lands on his doorstep, Emerson realizes that for the first time in her life, she has genuine feelings for a guy.

With her heart on the line, Emerson discovers that, win or lose, she isn’t the kind of girl to play by the rules.

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Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Kingsley Books
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Emboldened, not just by Lucas’s words, but also by the nearness of him—the familiar surface of his skin and the fresh smell of him that ambushed me now that I was so close to him. I traced my fingertips along his shoulders again. Expertly, the way I’d learned over the years of watching trainers work on my father and brothers, I dug my fingers into his muscles, loosening them. Relaxing them. I used every part of my hands—fingers, thumbs, palms, even my elbows, to work the knots that had formed during the beating he’d taken. And when I needed to get closer, and to gain more leverage, I climbed over the top of him, straddled his ass.
It wasn’t until I felt him rock his hips backward, that I even realized that I’d been grinding into him. Pressing more than just my hands into his flesh. I’d thrust my breasts against the broad surface of his back as my hair fell in cascading waves over his skin. At some point I’d begun rocking, and he’d matched me, meeting my rhythm . . . met and matched . . . met and matched, until I was hot and wet and throbbing for more.
“Emerson,” he rasped into his pillow.
I leaned all the way forward, so I was right at his ear. Maybe if I said it quietly, so quietly it wasn’t even a word, none of this would count.
“Lucas,” I whispered back.
But that was all it took.
His muscles unleashed with his restraint, and he rolled over and bucked beneath me. I could feel him now—feel him—rock hard beneath the suddenly-too-thick layer of my clothes. I wasn’t sure where his towel had gone—had it gotten lost when he’d shifted positions, or had he shed it before, when I’d lost track of what I was doing, during the massage? Either way, it was gone. It was just Lucas now. Solid and throbbing and ready.
For me.
I thought about putting an end to this, stopping what I’d started the moment I’d knocked on his door, right here, right now. But it was only a thought. A fleeting one that was hazy and hard to hold onto, and his lips extinguished it at the same time they ignited a fire that shot all the way to my core.
This was the Lucas I remembered. This was the not-friends Lucas I wanted . . . craved . . . needed.
“Lucas,” I said again, louder now.
“Emerson.” There was no question or uncertainty in the way he said my name, not this time or the last, and our mouths never parted. We were still kissing. Talking and kissing and panting. “I missed you. I missed this.”
He dragged me down, closer, harder, his need consuming him. Consuming me. That fire stormed. I didn’t worry that it would burn too bright or too hot because I couldn’t think anything except that this was happening.
This . . . Lucas.
Now . . . Lucas.
Here . . . Lucas.
He shoved his hand between my legs and I gasped, squirming to help him undo the jeans that kept us apart. I unzipped them, giving him full access, and the moment his fingers plunged inside me, I gasped again, because, yes, this was right.
Lucas . . .
Lucas . . .
Lucas!
And then I realized the screaming wasn’t coming from inside my own head. There was someone outside the pool house door, calling for Lucas.
A voice I recognized. A voice I more than recognized.
“Daddy,” I wheezed, my entire body going stock-still.
A wicked smile touched Lucas’s lips. “Sure, I’ll answer to Daddy, if that’s what you kids are into these days.”


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Kimberly Derting is the author of the award-winning THE BODY FINDER series, THE PLEDGE trilogy, THE TAKING trilogy, and UNDRESSED (her first book in The Men Of West Beach series). Her books have been translated into 15 languages, and both THE BODY FINDER and THE PLEDGE were YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults selections. She lives in the Pacific Northwest, where the gloomy weather is ideal for writing anything dark and creepy. Her three beautiful (and often mouthy) children serve as an endless source of inspiration and frequently find the things they say buried in the pages of their mother's books, or on Twitter for the world to see.





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7 comments:

Juana said...
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Juana said...

My most memorable Summeris all the 48 years of Summers that I spent with my mom. She passed away in 2015.

Lisa Richards/alterlisa said...

Summer of 2017 I got to spend 3 weeks in France!

Jan Lee said...

All the summers I spent spending a week with my grandparents every year. I looked forward to this and loved it every year :)

Julie Waldron said...

Mine was summer 1993, when our first child was born. She's married now and is a wonderful daughter :)

Deanne Patterson said...

My most memorable Summer was visiting my grandparents in the country as a child.

A. B. said...

In my early/mid-20s, I spend a handful of months traveling throughout western Europe. When I left the States, I'd bought only a Benelux Eurail pass - for traveling around Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg. I was only to be gone for about... four weeks, tops. Now, I've lost track of how long I was gone, and of how many countries I visited. (I do have a list, somewhere.) I was overseas for probably 4-6 months. It was the most wild, wonderful, and incredible experience.
--Ann (Email: L.....B@yahoo.com)

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