BLURB:
GOOD ENOUGH TO TRUST (Good Enough, Book 2 –
Going Back) by Zara Stoneley
An erotic romance, including menage, M/F/M and sex outdoors.Do you trust the boy you loved, or the man you might?
Sophie has only one
thing on her New Year’s resolution list – sorting out her life.
Losing her parents was hard, blaming herself hurt more – but was it really her fault, or was accepting the guilt easier than facing up to the truth?
Retracing her steps was never going to be easy, risking her heart again is even harder - and when there's two men to choose from will it be easier to trust the man she's never stopped loving, or the one that might give her the new start she needs?
Losing her parents was hard, blaming herself hurt more – but was it really her fault, or was accepting the guilt easier than facing up to the truth?
Retracing her steps was never going to be easy, risking her heart again is even harder - and when there's two men to choose from will it be easier to trust the man she's never stopped loving, or the one that might give her the new start she needs?
Available from - Amazon (UK), Amazon (US)
EXCERPT
“No, because I’m not. Are you?” He didn’t wait
for my answer. Just gently propelled me backwards until my back met the soft
covering of the lichen-covered rocks and my hips tilted forward until I could
feel the heat of his **** pressed hard against me.
“I’ve missed you so much, Sophie.” His hand
slipped under my T-shirt burning a molten path up my body that left me
whimpering. “Have you come back to torture me, show me what I’ve missed out
on?”
I shook
my head dumbly, because right now my brain hadn’t got the capacity to think, to
answer questions, to do anything but pander to my body’s reactions.
“You shouldn’t have come back.” His voice was
hoarse, his hand closed around my heavy *****, his thumb brushing over a
*adult content*, but he was looking at me. Straight to the heart as they
say.
“I had to.”
“****, Sophie.” And when he kissed me it wasn’t
the exploration of yesterday it was hard, physical in a way that made me gasp,
controlling and yet demanding, as though he had to catch up on all the years in
between.
And it made me cry.
I clung to him, clung as though I was afraid
he’d go, even though his hard body was pressed against mine, his mouth claiming
mine. I could taste my salty tears as our teeth clashed, as his fingers meshed
into my hair, as the hunger we’d both kept under control erupted. And I was
shaking, trembling with need and anticipation as I tasted the lust in his
mouth, felt the want in his body.
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To read a longer excerpt visit Zara’s website.
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