Today we have the release blitz of Love and Pancakes by Lacey Black! Check out this fantastic contemporary romance and be sure to grab your copy on January 15th!
Title: Love and Pancakes
Author: Lacey Black
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Work hard, play harder. That’s Rhenn’s life motto. An electrician by day, Rhenn turns it up at night, always with a different lady friend in tow. He makes sure they know the score: he’s not looking for anything more than one night of fun. However, he knows the second he meets the shy daughter of the bed and breakfast’s owner that his life is never going to be the same. As hard as he tries, he just can’t resist one taste.
What happens when their time is up and Rhenn must leave, returning to his old life? Will they be able to walk away, hearts unscathed, or will their time together prove to be nothing more than a fading memory?
“I’m not opposed to the counter,” I whisper, apparently loud enough for him to hear.
Rhenn chuckles. “I promise you, our first time is going to be better than this,” he adds, nodding toward the floor, and believe it or not, I’m disappointed by this development. “Right now, my friends are probably getting ready for our day of sailing. We’re going to head back to my boat, you’re going to throw on a swimsuit, and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of watching you prance around my boat. And tonight? I’m going to love sliding into that shitty-ass fold out bed, and do you know why?”
“Why?” My mouth is Sahara dry.
“Because you’re going to be beside me.”
“And because you’ll get sex?” I tease with a smile.
He shakes his head. “No, no sex tonight. Not with Nick and Meghan on board. When I finally have my way with you, there’ll be no one else around to hear your moans, Angel. No one else will know how many times I’ve made you come. No one but me.”
Then he kisses me again with a hunger that feels as if it won’t ever be quenched. Like he might die if he doesn’t have another taste. I know right then and there, I’m in trouble. I’m completely over my head with this man, which is why I must keep my heart completely out of the equation. In fact, I’m leaving it here at the house. No way am I taking it with me, allowing it to catch one glimpse of the man who kisses me like I’m the very air he breathes.
“And at the end of the two weeks, we walk away.” I say the words aloud, as confirmation to him, but to me, as well. Saying them makes it true, right?
“At the end of my time here, you probably won’t hear from me again.” Even though those are the words I expected to hear, actually listening to him say them causes a little hitch in my heartbeat. See? That’s why my heart is going to be locked in the cabinet at home and not allowed anywhere near my time with Rhenn.
“Just promise me one thing,” I say, pushing aside the heavy feeling in my chest and digging deep for the girl who’s engaging in a no-strings relationship.
“Anything.”
“Promise me you won’t fall in love with me.” I mean it as a joke, as a reminder of what this really is, but I don’t anticipate the catch in my breath and the slight pang of sadness when his eyes twinkle with laughter.
“No worries there, Angel. Love isn’t my thing.”
I should feel better. I mean, I knew going into this that there was no future, no real relationship. He made it clear way before he even said the words aloud, but I guess hearing him say those exact words makes it all the more final. Our time, while enjoyable as it may be, will come to an end.
It will expire.
He will leave.
And I’ll be left here, praying I still have a heart intact long after he’s gone.
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