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Title: Finding You
Author: Elizabeth Lee
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to Release: October 7, 2013
Being the wild child has worked for Mallory Vandaveer for most of her life. She’s the good time girl, up for anything–and everyone in her small town knows it. But when her sister came home after years of being away, long hidden secrets came out. Turns out, Mallory isn’t who she thought she was. And now everything starts to feel like a lie. In order to figure out who she is she’ll have to set out on a journey to find the one man who holds the answers.
Everett Boone is in hiding. Hiding from his past and the press and the demands of a career he put on hold after tragedy struck. When a young woman with secrets of her own blows into town and rents the apartment next to his, he’ll have to face the past he was trying to escape in order to understand his feelings for her.
They’ll both have to dig deep inside themselves to discover whether or not they’re capable of being enough for one another. Finding the person you’re meant to love isn’t the problem. Sometimes the hardest person to find is yourself.
“So you're not busy?”
“Do I look busy?” I laughed, holding up my cereal bowl before sitting on the counter next to me. “Just trying to relax after a long week.”
I waited for him to ask me how my week was, but he didn't. Before I chance to be upset that he didn't bother asking why I was stressed, he was walked up to me quickly, placing his hands on face and pulled my lips to mine.
His movements sharp and decisive as his fingers tangled in my hair that was still damp from the shower. My stomach fluttered in anticipation. I felt the tension finally release from shoulders when I kissed him back. His tongue swept through my mouth aggressively. It was different than anyway he'd kissed me before, but I can't say that I minded. I'd always been the one who initiated my sexual encounters. I knew what I wanted and when I wanted, but in that moment, I let him take the lead. His hands dropped to my hips and circled around to grab my behind.
“Well, now I'm busy,” I mumbled, enjoying the firm grasp of his hands on my ass. I let my arms fell on to his shoulders and he continued to work his mouth over mine. He'd come over to my apartment on a mission and I was more than willing to let him see it through. Especially with the way he was manhandling me—positioning our bodies perfectly to make the most of our kiss.
A groan rumbled from deep inside of him as I let him press his body up against mine. I smoothed my hands down his chest and fisted his T-shirt, the same way I'd done on the stairwell that day we'd first met, only this time I was holding myself up as he kissed me like it was all he'd ever wanted to do.
“You taste like Lucky Charms,” he said, grinning against my lips before nibbling the bottom one between his teeth. His hands moved to down my to waist to my hips, then back up again with the same greediness as his mouth—kneading and feeling my body as if it belonged to him. My legs involuntary tried to clench together to relieve the pressure that was building between them, but he stepped into me—his legs between mine—and pressed himself up. The hard outline of his cock pressed between my legs, sending a thrilling jolt through my body.
“You don't like Lucky Charms?” I fought back a moan as his lips moved to my cheek and then down my neck. I let my head fall back wanting—needing—to have his mouth on my skin. “I thought everyone did.”
“Oh no, I like them all right.” His tongue blazed a trail of heat up to my ear before he whispered. “On you though... They are even more magically delicious.” He moved my face back to his. His lips and tongue working mine over. I felt the pressure building inside of me and knew that there was good chance I might implode if he didn't direct his attention to the other parts my body that were throbbing for his touch.
He lowered us to the floor, not wanting to waste the time or energy to move to the bed. All of his energy was for me.
“I've been waiting all day for this,” he said, pulling my shirt over her head and quickly tugging my bra down. His head dropped immediately so that his mouth could lavish attention on my bare breasts. “That's a lie. I've been waiting since the second you left my apartment the other night.”
“Me too,” I confessed. “Other than thinking about you, work has been— Ahhh...” He slipped his hand down the front of my pants, grazing my sensitive flesh. “I need a good distraction for a few minutes,” I finally managed to say.
“A few minutes?” he scoffed. “You're crazy if you think this is only going to last a few minutes.” He slicked his finger through my wet center, purposely putting pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves he'd missed on my way down.
Whatever had gotten into him was driving me insane. In the best possible way. It was far cry from our first night together when he let me call the shots.
“I'm taking my sweet ass time,” he said, flashing me a wicked grin. “The last thing you're going to be thinking about is work. Hell, I'd be surprised if you can think at all when I'm done with you.”
Title: Escaping Me
Author: Elizabeth Lee
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: July 30, 2013
He always knew he would never be more than nothing. No job, no money, no future. Cole Pritchett had accepted the fact that he would always be the screw up and he was okay with it. Until he met her.
Here's the thing they quickly found out – sometimes we all need a little help escaping who we think we are.
About the Author
Born and raised in the middle of a Midwestern cornfield (not literally, that would be weird), I’ve spent my entire life imagining stories. Stories where the right guy always gets the right girl, first kisses are as magical as they are on the big screen and anything is completely possible if you believe.
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.
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