Title: Thin Love
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance crossover
Release Date: August 19, 2014
Tour Hosted by: As the Pages Turn
Synopsis
Love isn't supposed to be an addiction. It isn't supposed to leave you bleeding.
Kona pushed, Keira pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction.
She sacrificed everything for him.
It wasn't enough.
But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and the thought of what might have been.
Now, sixteen years later, Keira returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his NFL career with the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled.
When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Keira's and those lies told to keep them apart—his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Keira down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.
EXCERPT
“What’s the matter, Wildcat?” Kona lay on top of her, held
her hip with his long fingers. “You nervous?” She could only manage a nod and
Kona smiled, moving his mouth to her neck, down her shoulder, kissing lightly.
“We don’t have to do this. I can wait.”
“No!” She panicked at the thought. He laughed at her
excitement and that touch on her hip got tighter. “No,” she said, voice a bit
calmer. “I want you, Kona.” He looked at her, smile gone, expression relaxed.
“I’ve wanted you for weeks and weeks.” Keira exhaled, moving the hair off her
forehead. “It’s just been a while and you’re so…” She flicked her eyes down
then quickly back up again. “You’re a lot bigger than I expected.”
“Ha, sweetheart, you’re good for my ego, but it’s just me.”
Kona kissed her again, slipping just the tip of his tongue into her mouth
before he pulled away. “I’ll be easy with you, Wildcat. I’ll be so slow and
good, but maybe this will help.”
Kona’s hand left her hip, slipped between her thighs easily
and he coaxed more wetness from her, teasing her lips, taking his time to touch
her clit. Keira shuddered, held her hand against his wrist as he continued and
Kona took her lead, rubbed once more over her clit before he slipped two
fingers inside her. He’d learned her body in the past few weeks and Keira had
been grateful that she didn’t have to tell him what she wanted, what felt best.
He always seemed to know.
His mouth was warm, tongue eager as he kissed her, as those
large fingers curled and his knuckles touched the spot that sent her mind
swimming. He never had to touch her for long, always knew exactly how to read
the lift of her voice, the collection of sounds that gave away just how good
she felt when he touched her. That night was no exception. Just a few sure rubs
of his knuckles against her G-spot and Keira was flying, hips off the mattress
as her body chased that orgasm.
“Beautiful. Every time, Wildcat. So beautiful.” Another kiss
against her neck, with Keira still spinning on the crest of her orgasm and Kona
slipped inside of her. “God…” Kona moved his hips slow, barely moved an inch
and already Keira felt full, felt she couldn’t be stretched any further. When
he slid deeper, she hissed, not from the pain but from how sensitive she
already was. “You okay? You want me to stop?”
“No,” she told him, opening her eyes so he’d know she wasn’t
hurting. “God, no, please keep going. You just fill me up. It’s so good, bebe.”
Kona stilled inside her and a small quirk of his mouth told
Keira he was pleased. “That’s the first time you’ve ever called me that.”
“I’ll say it again just to keep that smile on your face.”
Then Keira lifted her legs, wrapped them around Kona’s hips
and she let herself be filled as he worked inside her. Everything about Kona
was huge; his body, his cock, his voice, his presence and all of it filled
Keira’s room as well as her body, moved around them and through them and she
felt high, so high on him, on the sensation of him moving inside of her, his
hands on her breasts, his fingers clasped with hers as he lifted her hands
above her head on the pillow and pinned them there.
Sweat pooled over their skin, met together in the twist of
their bodies and when Kona stared down at her, kissed her like her lips would
give him breath, Keira shuddered, squeezed against him. The light was thin and
Keira could only make out the outline of his features, the small glint in his
eyes and it was too much, too overwhelming, but she would not run this time,
she wouldn’t tell herself she could do without this. Not again. Not anymore.
She belonged to him. Her body, her heart, no matter how beaten and worn it was,
belonged to Kona Hale.
Keira squeezed against him again and Kona stilled, stared
down at her with a smile that told her he wanted to control this, lead her.
“Don’t squeeze,” he said, pulling her hips up, hitting inside her deeper. “If
you open up, baby, go wide for me, relax, I can make you come hard, I can make
it last for you.” A slow thrust, deeper, harder and Keira arched against him,
relaxed her inner muscles even as she throbbed against him. “Perfect, so
perfect.”
This was deeper, freer somehow, letting Kona move them,
letting him control the moment and Keira held onto Kona like he would anchor
her, keep her from floating above herself.
“Come for me, baby. Give it to me completely and I’ll make it
so, so good for you. I’ll take care of you when you shatter against me.” And
Keira listened, guessed that this is what Kona needed—that slip of control she
gave to him. She let go, pushed out, relinquishing herself, giving her body to
Kona, rather than closing off, pulling in, and the effect was substantial. He
moved in closer, worked faster and Keira let herself open, relax until that
heavenly sensation came upon her, urged on by Kona’s strong hands on her hips,
his wide dick touching all the way inside her and when the orgasm came, it
mirrored her heart—free, unyielding, explosive.
“God… ,” Kona said,
voice rising higher and higher with each grunt he made, hips slamming into her
hard, fast, faster, and Keira knew he was hitting his crest. Shoulders shaking,
hips pumping faster and faster, Kona released a groan, filling her, throbbing
inside her as he came.
Then he pulled his hand from hers and held the back of her
neck, stared down at her with his thumb on her cheek. “This is always, Wildcat.
You… you’re my always.”
About Eden
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
This looks amazing, i have it on my wish list, and plan to get it asap, thank you for such a amazing giveaway!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) have a happy day
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