Yummm :) Take it away, Kendall.
Chase has something, and although Jane isn’t exactly aware of what it is when she first meets him, she senses it—bone deep. So much so that she becomes desperate to have it—have him—at any cost. And cost her, he does.
The entire story of Come Undone unraveled after the opening line of the book popped into my head out of nowhere. I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. Eyes so gray they were almost silver, hair as black as those summer nights had been; the rich sound of his laughter at something witty my friend Sara had said.
From there a woman came to mind—someone who was at a lost point in her life who could become vulnerable to a player. I thought back to the first rush of love most of us experience in high school—that desperate, do-anything behavior we fall victim to because we don’t know any better. I channeled that into a grown woman. What happens when she does know better, but can’t walk away? What force could drive her to stay in a situation she knows isn’t in her best interest? My answer? Lust.
What Chase does to her body, and her reaction to it, is unlike anything Jane has ever experienced. Despite warnings she succumbs to what he’s offering and does her best to keep her heart out of it. But as she discovers sides to the man he desperately attempts to hide, she realizes she is lost forever. He truly has something she can’t walk away from, no matter how hard she tries, no matter how hard he fights her.
The combination of setting, circumstance and desperation are what drive the sexual tension between Chase and Jane. Each of them is fighting their own demons, and the individual struggles feed into the energy that draws them to one another. The result changes both of them forever, and they each discover there are parts to themselves so deeply hidden neither were aware they existed until the fateful summer they spend together reveals their truths.
Blurb:
My sister became dependent on painkillers after a skiing accident left her leg broken in three places. I didn’t understand and, yes, I judged her. After all, we were talking about her will. No one was forcing those pills down her throat. It seemed very cut-and-dried to me back then. But I know differently now.
The first time Chase touched her, Jane finally understood addiction…understood the aching need, the keen want for more…more of his hands…his mouth…his tongue. His complete mastery over her body. She knew the suffocation of crushing anxiety as she waited for her next hit, the flash of terrific pain when it didn’t come.
Chase seems unwilling to give Jane what she needs; what she ultimately craves above all else. But addicts can’t think beyond the fix. They’ll resort to desperate measures to feed their need…even if they lose themselves in the process. Even if they come undone...
Excerpt:
It’s been two weeks.
The protest struggled to the forefront of my mind and I must have said it aloud because he stopped, settling his gray gaze on mine.
“You’re mad,” he said.
I ducked under the cage of his arm and stepped around him. “What did you expect, Chase? You show up at my house, screw me senseless and then disappear. For two weeks. Who does that?”
The corners of his lips turned up in a sly smile. “You.”
“Excuse me?”
He stepped toward me, placing his hands on my hips, tugging me until I was plastered against him. “You. Jane.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, wondering what freaky color the sky was in his world.
Chase stared into my eyes until I thought I would shatter from the vibration of my racing heart. Kissing the corner of my mouth, he whispered, “There I was.” He placed a kiss on the opposite corner of my lips. “Sitting at my desk. Staring at the phone.”
His hand began a slow trek beneath my skirt again. “You didn’t call. You didn’t write.” The tip of his finger brushed my center, the wet silk of my panties betraying me. “I was devastated.” A gentle torture commenced inside my underwear as he added another finger to the mix.
“I, um…” A long sigh escaped my lips at his ministrations. “You can’t be serious.” Damn, but this man could spin some bullshit. But he could also… “Oh God, that feels good.”
“Um-hmm.” He gently bit my lower lip then feathered a kiss over it. “It could feel a whole lot better, believe me.”
I did. I knew. It would…if I let it happen.
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Thanks for having me today :) Sorry to check in so late, but my husband had to have surgery this morning. Not fun! I'm happy to be here now.
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