About the Author:
Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth
Release Date: Dec 16, 2014
Bookstrand Author Page Link:http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth
Book Blurb:
From the moment that
Taryn Michaels runs into her new landlord, Evan Connolly, on the stairwell, she
is dangerously attracted to him. She's starting her career as a veterinarian at
the Los Angeles Zoo and isn't looking for any complications. The more she gets
to know him though, the more she realizes that he might be worth the risk.
Evan Connolly has moved
back to L.A. to pursue his lifelong passion for growing exotic orchids. When he
buys a florist shop, building and all, he gets far more than he bargained for
when it comes with a gorgeous, feisty tenant. As the sparks fly between them,
he's finding her more and more difficult to resist.
When they finally give
into temptation, it quickly develops into something deeper. As the truth of
Taryn's past comes back to haunt them, will Evan be able to break down the
walls she's built around her heart? Will she let him?
Adult Excerpt:
Her eyes never leaving his, she reached to
the zipper under her arm and drew it down. Sliding the straps of the dress off
her shoulders, she pushed the dress slowly down her body until it fell to the
floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside. She stood before him now in a black
strapless bra, matching thong, fishnet thigh highs, and heels.
Her breathing was rapid as she waited for
him to speak. Finally he said, “I don’t even have words…”
Reaching out, she grabbed the buckle of his
belt and pulled him toward her. Repeating her earlier request, she said, “Touch
me, Evan.”
Quickly closing the remaining space between
them, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started out gentle, but quickly
grew out of control. He nipped sharply at her lower lip, then stroked his
tongue over it to soothe. His hand slid up her rib cage to cup her breast,
squeezing it. Taryn sighed against his lips and pressed herself into his palm,
clutching his shoulders.
He slid his arms behind her back and deftly
unclasped her bra. When he leaned back, his eyes were heavy lidded as he took
in the sight of her bare breasts. On a groan, he leaned down to take one tight
peak into his mouth. She was unable to look away as he flicked his tongue
against it. The sight of her nipple disappearing between his lips and the sure
strokes of his tongue were almost too much to bear.
When he grazed his teeth over her nipple,
she cried out. Feeling his teeth nip at her more sharply, she moaned his name.
After a few moments, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same
treatment. She was almost incoherent with want now, her nails digging into his
shoulders.
The hand cupping her other breast drifted
lower, his fingertips brushing gently over her thighs. When his fingers shifted
the crotch of her soaked thong aside, he groaned against her breast. His
fingers teased the bare outer lips of her pussy.
He released her from his mouth and said,
“Fuck, Princess. You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
Taryn pressed herself shamelessly against
his hand and said, “Yes. It’s all for you.”
She almost gave a sigh of relief when he
slid a finger between her wet folds and stroked it over her clit. Tilting her
head back, she let out a soft whimper as she flexed her hips and pressed
against him. She felt that familiar tension start to bloom low in her belly,
and was surprised when he tilted her chin down to say, “Look at me, Princess. I
want to see.”
She looked at him, for the first time
uncertain. His voice thick with desire, he swept his thumb over her lower lip
and said, “I want to see you come for me.”
She sucked in a ragged breath as he
continued to slowly rub tight circles against her. Working her hips against his
hand, she felt the tension build to an almost unbearable level. Still, she
hovered right there at the edge.
Maybe he sensed that she needed the extra
push because a moment later he slid his hand further into her panties and
pressed two fingers inside her. He fucked her with them as he ground his palm
against her aching clit.
“Oh. Oh, god. That’s it,” she moaned.
Seconds later, she came apart, shuddering and crying out, as she bucked against
his hand in release.
He continued to slide his fingers into her
until she stopped rocking against him. Watching her, he slid his fingers out of
her panties and said, “That was so sexy.”
Still panting, she said, “My legs are
jittery now.”
She picked one of her legs up to slide off
her heels and saw him shake his head. Grinning wolfishly, he said, “I’m going
to need you to leave those on.”
Moving forward, he swept her into his arms
and carried her toward his bedroom. She clutched onto him dizzily as he walked
into the bedroom. He set her on the center of his bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows,
watching him as he shed the rest of his clothing. Sporting a massive erection,
he crawled on the bed toward her like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes
flared as his body slid over hers. He took her mouth again, as he trailed his
fingers lightly across her skin.
She shifted underneath him, feeling the
beginnings of arousal again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to
her, because he shifted his thigh slightly to hold her in place. Breaking away
from her mouth, he nibbled a line along her jaw.
Lifting his head, he said, “You’re so
responsive.”
She grinned at him and then said, “You’ve
got talented hands.”
Evan took his time working his way down her
body, nipping and sucking until she was writhing underneath him. By the time he
had reached her navel, her arousal was at fever pitch again.
He propped himself up on an elbow and said,
“Lift your hips up. I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore.” He gestured
to her panties.
She complied, lifting her hips. He slid her
panties down and over the heels of her shoes. Tossing them aside, he moved
further down her body until he was eye level with her pussy. Sighing, he said,
“On second thought, let’s take off the shoes so you don’t stab me with them.”
Turning around, he removed one shoe, and
then the other. Resettling between her thighs, he turned his head, placing
kisses against her thighs. Each time his warm mouth settled on her, it was pure
torture.
Taryn pressed her hips up, desperate to
feel his mouth on her aching core. Finally, he worked his way up to her pussy.
He licked the wetness away from the outside but didn’t give her what she
desperately needed.
Panting, she begged, “Please. Don’t tease
me anymore.”
His gaze flicked up to hers and must have
seen the desperation on her face because he leaned back down, and parted her
folds with his fingers. He swiped his tongue over her, sucking and flicking her
clit with the tip of his tongue. When he slid two fingers into her and curled
them upward, she cried out in relief.
General Excerpt:
As she started up the second flight of
stairs, she let out a surprised yelp. Quickly dodging a box as it rolled down
the stairs toward her, she turned to watch as it broke apart at the bottom of
the landing with a thunk.
“Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” a
worried voice asked from the top of the stairs.
“Yeah. I think whatever was in that box
probably isn’t though,” Taryn said, turning back toward the voice at the top of
the stairs.
He wore a pair of faded jeans that were
torn in several places and a snug black T-shirt. His lower jaw was covered in
dark stubble. His black hair was short and messy, as if someone had been
running their hands through it. His eyes looked almost black in the dim light
of the hallway. He was in his mid-thirties, Taryn decided. He was the very
definition of sin.
Suddenly, aware she had been staring, she
asked, “So, uh. Why are you throwing boxes down the stairs at me?”
Tall, dark, and sexy gave her an all-out
grin now and said, “Hey now. I didn’t throw it so much as it fell.”
Dear Jesus. That voice. It was deep and
smooth. A sexy face, a ridiculous body, and that voice, too? She couldn’t look
away as he descended the stairs and stopped in front of her.
Reaching out, he extended his hand and
said, “Evan Connolly. I bought the building.”
Taking his hand and giving it a firm shake,
she said, “Taryn Michaels. Your tenant.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You, too. I’m gonna head on up so you can
can go ahead and finish throwing your things down the stairs,” Taryn said,
grinning.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling good naturedly as
he ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’m not likely to live that down, am I?”
“Probably not any time soon,” she said,
stepping around him. “Have a good night.”
As she moved toward her apartment door, she
thought, Well. This was certainly an interesting development.
An hour later, Taryn had showered and changed.
She was applying a coat of mascara when she heard a knock on the door. Putting
the mascara wand back in the tube, she moved back through the bedroom.
“Hang on,” she shouted as she moved toward
the door.
When she opened it, her sister Cora stood
on the other side of the door. All but tackling her, she squealed, “Tare,
you’re a vet now!”
Grinning, Taryn said, “I am!”
Taryn pulled her inside and said, “Help me
lace up the back of this shirt. When I bought it, I didn’t think about the
dynamics of trying to put it on without help.”
Turning around, she presented Cora with the
back of her red corset top.
“Ooh,” Cora said. “This is hot! Are you
looking to get some tonight?”
Snorting, Taryn said, “You’re staying the
night tonight. I’ll pass.”
“The girls were out,” Cora said, gesturing
to Taryn’s chest. “I was just checking!”
Rolling her eyes, Taryn moved toward the
bathroom, saying, “Lemme mascara and then we can leave.”
Ten minutes later, they walked across the
street. Darla’s was a little hole in the wall place. Darla, an older heavy-set
woman, had been behind the bar the few times that Taryn had gone in. It was low
key and close to home. In deference to the fact it was technically her
celebration, the girls from work had let her pick the place.
As they walked in the door, she immediately
spotted Serena from administration sitting at a table with Mindy, one of the
other veterinarians on staff. Serena immediately jumped up and said, “You’re
official now! Congrats, honey.”
Taryn was immediately pulled into hugs,
then gifted with a tiara and a martini. She took a sip of a martini, placed the
tiara on her head, then introduced Cora.
Over the next few hours, several people
stopped by the bar to congratulate Taryn. Even her new boss, Mike, had showed up
for a while. He’d congratulated her on finishing her internship and reminded
her that now she, too, would know the joy of telling the intern to shovel the
poop from the rhinoceros cage.
Everyone had wanted to buy her a drink.
After the fourth one, she’d started giving them to her sister and had switched
to water. At 5’3”, Taryn was a light-weight to say the least.
It was after midnight when they finally
walked back across the street to Taryn’s apartment. She wasn’t particularly
drunk, but she was definitely feeling relaxed. As they turned to walk up the
second flight of stairs, Taryn ran directly into a wall of warm, male chest.
Looking up, she saw Evan. Reaching out, she
grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, then felt his hands settle on her
hips. Feeling the warmth of his fingertips against small swath of skin between
where her top ended and her jeans started, awareness coursing through her
veins. She watched him now as he slowly appraised her, taking in the corset top
and dark-washed jeans.
His hands flexed against her hips as he
released her and stepped back. Even though they no longer touched, she could
still feel the electricity arc between them.
Next to her, Cora said, “Well, hello. I’m
Cora. Who are you?”
“The new Mrs. Weatherly,” Taryn answered,
not breaking eye contact with Evan.
Sparing her a glance, he said, “Evan
Connolly. Nice to meet you.”
Looking him over, Cora grinned and said,
“Definitely easier on the eyes than Mrs. Weatherly.”
When neither party responded, she
continued, “Well, I’m going to go inside and make another drink while you two
stand out here on the landing and eye fuck each other.”
Giving a little wave, she wobbled up the
stairs.
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Thank you so much for being my guest today, Michelle. I love the look of your new book. I would love my readers to leave a comment below to tell us what you think, too.
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