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excited to reveal the NEW cover to Cecilia Robert’s A Need So Insatiable.
A Need So Insatiable is the first book in The Hearts Series.
A Need So Insatiable is the first book in The Hearts Series.
Title: A Need So
Insatiable
Series: Hearts #1
Author: Cecilia
Robert
Genre: Contemporary
romance
Release Date: March 8, 2014
Cover Designer: Najla Qambar
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Book Synopsis:
“You've owned me from the moment I walked into that music room.
You've wrapped yourself in my heart and mind. I can’t get you out. I don’t want
to.” ~ Rafael Van Rees
Sophie Fisher’s life is on fire. If she’s not ducking around
corners or slipping out of windows to escape the debt collectors her father's
death has left knocking on her door, she’s dealing with her rebellious,
fifteen-year-old sister, Lilli. And, as if that’s not enough, Rafael Van Rees
crashes into her life—literally—bringing with him a past the public has no idea
of. Can she unravel his mysteries before he unravels her, or will his presence
finally force her to face the demons she's trying to outrun?
Rafael Van Rees prides himself on being in control of his
destiny, music and women. As far as he is concerned, his past is a black cloud
in the distance--until he meets Sophie, that is, and his world spins out of
control in more ways than one. He knows the darkest sins and secrets eventually
reveal themselves, but when it comes to Sophie, he'll stop at nothing to
protect her from his past. Even if it kills him.
Excerpt:
She stares at me, her eyes so soft and gentle. I feel that dark
part of my soul I unfold. The way she’s looking at me is pure, unprejudiced. I
suddenly realize that, more than anything, I need her to see me. For the
first time in my life, I’m not afraid to let somebody peel the layers that
define me. See the real me. I can’t be just any man. I have to be the kind of
man she deserves, needs and wants. I crave this so damn bad. I need to know if
she feels the same way; if her hunger and desire for me is so insatiable, no
other man’s love, kiss or touch will do. Only mine. Because it’s always been
her for me. Even after all this time, only her.
She’s my redemption. I stagger away from her, overwhelmed by
that realization. Her eyebrows pull down. “You okay?”
I nod, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Give me your keys so I
can have Ben bring the Honda.”
She studies me for a few seconds, then straightens, hiding the
hurt that was so clear on her face moments ago, and leaves to get her keys. By
the time she returns and hands them to me, I’m calmer. In control. She drops
them on my outstretched hand, and takes a step back.
“I really appreciate this, thank you.” She twists the edges of
her t-shirt with her fingers.
“You’ve thanked me five times tonight.”
“I don’t know what else to do or say.”
She looks so breakable, so beautiful; it melts my resolve to
leave.
“Come here.”
I’m such an ass for giving her mixed signals. This is what I’ve
been dreaming of--Sophie, finally, in my life. I know if she finds out the
things I’ve done, she might not want anything to do with me. But I don’t care
right now. I want her. I’ve wanted, needed this since I walked out of
her life all those years ago.
So stop being a dick and man up.
“Come here, Sophie.”
She falls into my arms as if she’s been waiting for those words
her whole damn life, and sighs when I press my lips to her hair.
“Six times.”
“What?” I ask.
She pulls back and meets my gaze. “You’ve kissed my hair six
times today.”
She’s been counting? Hell, I’ll
aim for twenty before I leave.
She smiles, and I’m tempted to lick the dimple on her chin.
“Must be the shampoo I use.”
“Must be.” My arms tighten around her small frame. “I received
your text. Thank you.”
“Good timing, huh?” she says with a chuckle.
“Perfect,” I say. “What did you want to do?”
“Dinner. But after all that drama . . . oh, wait. Don’t move.”
She wiggles from my arms and dashes to the kitchen, returning with a triumphant
smile on her face. “Here. Bon appetit.” She hands me a protein bar.
I chuckle, tugging her back into my arms. “I love a resourceful
woman.”
“Stick with me, and you’re in for a ride.”
My hands grip her waist tighter as I brush my lips against the
shell of her ear. “I’m planning on sticking with you, on you, any way you want,
baby.” I dip my head down, running the tip of my tongue along the exposed side
of her neck.
She shivers, grabs my shirt front and slams her mouth on mine,
nipping my bottom lip. Her unexpected, bold move sends blood rushing down my
dick. Christ, I need her so fucking bad. My hands leave her waist to tangle in
her hair as I part my lips for her. Within a second, she’s inside my mouth, exploring
it, owning it, owning me. She tastes like chocolate, and a hint of nuts.
So damn good. I’d told her she wasn’t ready for me to kiss her. Turns out I
wasn’t ready for her kiss.
Sliding one hand down her spine, I circle my arm around her
waist and back her into the living room wall. Hooking my hands on the back of
her knees, I pull her legs to my hips. She sucks in a breath as my erection
presses between her legs. My heart is racing so hard in my chest, I don’t care
if the whole fucking world hears it. It beats for her, and I want her to know
it.
She pulls her tongue from my mouth and leans back, her chest
rising and falling. I press my forehead against hers, breathing as hard as she
is. She licks her full bottom lip. How would that tongue feel on me?
“Open for me.” My command is soft, hoarse, needy. I don’t
fucking care. I want inside her mouth right now.
She shakes her head and wiggles her curvy ass, trying to
untangle herself from me. She drops to the floor, ducking under my arm. I spin,
tracking her with my gaze before stalking after her. I grab her waist, but she
ducks away, giggling.
“Come back here, you little tease,” I growl. She slaps a hand
over her mouth and laughs harder, scrambling away when I reach out again. My
legs are longer, and I’m faster. I snatch her up before she makes it to the
hallway, but she presses that wicked mouth shut.
“Open for me, Sophie.”
She clamps a hand over my mouth. “I’m not kissing you again.
You’ve been pussyfooting around kissing me, so I made your mind up for you. We’re
playing by my rules now.”
I nibble her palm until she drops it from my mouth.
“Your rules, huh?”
She nods, looking very pleased with herself.
I lean forward and brush my tongue against her labret, licking
and nibbling her jaw until my lips are pressed to the shell of her ear again.
Her chest heaves as she tries to control her breathing. She wants me to kiss
her, but I won’t. Not until she needs my kiss so fucking bad, she can’t see
straight.
“We’ll see about that.”
About The Author:
Cecilia Robert writes YA, NA and Adult. She enjoys writing
stories about people finding love in the most unexpected places, coupled with
adventurous journeys, whether it's urban, fantasy, sci-fi, contemporary or
paranormal romance. There's always a happy ever after, no matter how long it
takes to get there. When she's not working in my full time job, she dons her
supermom cape, or in most cases finds myself trapped between the pages of a
book in search for a hero who'll make her swoon with just a look or a word
Connect with Cecilia:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Cece_Writes
Blog: http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CeciliaRobertBooksNAAdult
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