The Summer He Came Home by Juliana Stone
Molly O’Keefe, author of Can’t Buy Me Love, says, “Everything I love in a book: A hot and tender romance and a bad-boy hero to die for!”
Sometimes the best place to find love is right back where you started…
Falling asleep in a different bed every night has made it easy for Cain Black to forget his past. It’s been ten years since he packed his guitar and left Crystal Lake to chase his dreams. Now tragedy has forced him home again. And though Cain relishes the freedom of the road, one stolen moment with Maggie O’Rourke makes him wonder if he’s missing out on something bigger than fame.
For Maggie—single mother and newly settled in Crystal Lake—love is a luxury she just can’t afford. Sure, she appreciates the tall, dark and handsome looks of prodigal son Cain Black. But how long can she expect the notorious hellion to stay?
The last thing either of them wants is something complicated. But sometimes love has its own plans.
“You said I could ask you anything,” she started in a rush. “Why are you,” she shook her head, felt the burn in her gut surge as a wave of anger thrust through her. “Why are you doing this?”
“This?” he asked silkily, dangerously. His gaze swept along her arm, from where his hand held her still, up to her chest where he lingered a little too long. She felt her nipples harden, felt them strain against the tight confines of her t-shirt. A shiver rolled over her body, and she exhaled shakily as he slowly lifted his eyes and gazed directly into hers.
He moved again and tugged on her gently until she was against him, tight between his legs with her hands upon his chest.
At that moment Maggie was aware of many things. The length of his lashes as he stared down at her. The golden flecks that shimmered behind the dark chocolate of his eyes. The accelerated beat of his heart beneath her fingers.
The thick bulge that filled his jeans and burned against her hip.
“Why am I doing this?” He asked once more, his voice husky as he lowered his head. His warm breath tickled across her flesh as ripples of desire rolled through her trembling form.
Maggie closed her eyes. She stopped breathing. And maybe the world stopped spinning because it felt like the ground had shifted beneath her and she was falling.
His hands claimed her hips and he turned her to so that she was flush against him. So that every inch of her from the waist down was pressed into his body.
So that the place between her thighs, that hot, moist part of her, rubbed against him in a way that ached.
A groan fell from between his lips and she shuddered as his mouth skated across her neck, to settle beneath her earlobe. He nuzzled her there and everything inside Maggie erupted in a red-hot wave of need that was so intense her legs surely would have buckled, if Cain’s strong grip hadn’t held her firm.
His hands slid upward until he cupped her head and fingers slid along her jaw in a smooth motion. He forced her to look up at him once more. “Ask me again, what I want.” He said hoarsely.
Maggie closed her eyes. This was so wrong. To feel this way about a man like Cain Black. He was way out of her league. “What do you want?” she whispered.
His breath was on her face once more, caressing her skin like small whispers of magic. The ache inside was so intense it was painful.
“The answer’s real simple, Maggie.”
God, the way he said her name.
“I,” he kissed her cheek and her legs did give out, but his hands were there, and she clung to him. “Want,” his mouth slid to her temple where his tongue darted out to taste her there. He nibbled his way down to her mouth and hovered above her lips, with only a whisper of heat between them.
She opened her mouth, felt the anticipation that tingled inside her body and was weak from the weight of it. She was coming apart and the man had barely touched her.
It had been so long since she’d felt this way. On the cusp of desire and rank with its effects.
“Open your eyes Maggie.” His voice was so low, she barely heard him. But the feel of his hands on her face was urgent, and his muscles bunched against her palms as he shifted beneath her.
She opened her eyes and ate the groan that sat at the back of her throat. Cain stared down at her like he was starving. Like he needed her to breathe.
His right hand slid into her hair and his lips brushed the softness of hers, his eyes never left hers as he whispered against her mouth.
“I…want you .”
Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy The Summer He Came Home
A: I hope readers enjoy the stories of my ‘Bad Boy’s’ starting with rocker Cain Black. This book is a straight on romance, there are no gimmicks, no high concepts, just the story of two people meeting and falling in love. Cain is my dream man. I’ve described him as the love child of Jon Bon Jovi and NIkki Sixx. He’s all man, but treats his women with respect. The kind of guy I would want!
Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from The Summer He Came Home?
A: My favorite quote from The Summer He Came Home is:
“I’ve said those three words to a few women in my day. I’ve sang them every single night on stage but until now, I can honestly say I’ve never really felt them. It’s so damn easy to say you love someone because they’re just words. I love you. Three little words. But it’s the feeling behind those words that’s hard. It’s the feelings that make them matter.”
Juliana Stone would like to give away a copy of The Summer He Came Home. (print or ebook, winner’s choice.) To enter, just answer her question:
If you could spend the night with one rocker, who would it be?
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