✨EXCERPT: ON BORROWED TIME by @harlowjamesauthor releasing January 16th! This will be a simultaneous release in Audio with the amazing narrators Connor Crais & Vanessa Edwin in DUET!
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“Henley?” Elodie asks, face down on the carpet, snapping me out of the transfixed state I’m in.
Fuck, she’s perfect. Round globes, silky white skin, and a tattoo of a heart just above her right butt cheek.
Jesus Christ. I could lick that ink. Dainty tattoos are so fucking sexy.
“Henley!” she says louder this time.
“Yeah?”
“My towel. I’m, uh…”
“Shit.” I turn away from her, facing the opposite direction. “I’m not looking. You can get up now.”
Groaning, she says, “Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.”
My eyes drop down to my cock getting hard in my pants, the flimsy fabric doing nothing to hide how my body is reacting to seeing her half naked.
“It’s fine.”
“Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re not the one that just flashed your boss your bare ass.”
Fuck. Stop picturing it, Henley.
“I didn’t see anything,” I lie.
“Yeah, sure,” she scoffs as I hear the sound of her coming up from the floor. Her heavy breathing fills the silence between us until she says, “Okay. I’m decent.”
Reluctantly, I twist around slowly to face her, and if I thought her ass was beautiful, it has nothing on her face fresh from the shower. “You okay?”
She brushes her wet hair from her face. “Nothing is hurt except my pride, fortunately.”
Chuckling, I say, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Arching a brow, she crosses her arms over her chest. “I thought you didn’t see anything?”
“I didn’t. I mean…”
She pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. “I’m mortified, Henley.”
“Again,” I say, dipping my eyes down her body and then back up, secretly loving the way her cheeks are pinker than I’ve ever seen them, “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
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EXCERPT: AT FIRST PLAY by @renee_harless releasing January 14th!
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The storm rattles the windows. The lighthouse beam sweeps. Somewhere in town, a transformer pops, and the lights flicker once.
We don’t move.
“I’m scared,” she says suddenly, voice barely above a whisper.
I squeeze her hand. “Of what?”
She takes a shaky breath. “Of losing you again. Of… getting this wrong. Of giving you all my pages and finding out you only wanted the highlight reel.”
I swallow hard. “Bailey,” I say, my voice rough. “I’ve already seen the messy chapters. I was there for some of them, remember?”
Her laugh is watery. “You caused a couple.”
“Yeah.” The word tastes like regret and hope. “And I’ve spent a long time trying to figure out how to be worthy of a second read.”
She stares at me for a long moment, like she’s weighing something big and breakable in her hands.
Then she shifts closer, swinging a leg over my lap in one smooth, hesitant motion, settling down so she’s straddling me.
My hands fly to her hips on instinct, fingers flexing against the denim. My brain short-circuits.
“Bailey,” I rasp.
“I’m choosing,” she says, eyes steady on mine. “I get to do that, remember?”
“Yeah,” I manage. “You do.”
She cups my face again, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “Then let me.”
Her mouth finds mine, slow and deliberate, and this time there’s no tentative edge. No testing. Just the quiet, fierce certainty of a decision made and remade.
I kiss her back, pouring all the words I don’t trust myself to say into the press of my lips, the angle of my jaw, the way my hands tighten on her waist like she’s the only solid thing in a world that keeps shifting.
Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging gently, and a sound escapes my chest I wouldn’t recognize on a replay. She swallows it with a soft, desperate noise of her own.
The storm rages outside. Up here, the world narrows to the couch, the heat of her thighs bracketing my hips, and the taste of chocolate and peppermint on her tongue.
She breaks the kiss first, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. “Crew,” she whispers. “I want—”
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