Title: The Vow
Series: Manhattan Nights #1
Author: Natalie Wrye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: September 10, 2018
Series: Manhattan Nights #1
Author: Natalie Wrye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: September 10, 2018
Blurb
Seven years ago,
I gave my vow to a man.
I gave my vow to a man.
Except it wasn't at a wedding...
Because Brett Jackson was the epitome of anti-marriage--a
dirty-talking tattoo artist with a penchant for booze, bimbos and blue-eyed
women.
dirty-talking tattoo artist with a penchant for booze, bimbos and blue-eyed
women.
I was none of
those.
those.
Guess that's why he walks into my new apartment with my not-so-nice
roommate on his arm...as her new boyfriend.
roommate on his arm...as her new boyfriend.
But this is not seven years ago. I'm over him; I really am.
So why does it bother me so much when he catches me naked in my new
place? Why does his searing stare at my body stay with me?
place? Why does his searing stare at my body stay with me?
Why am I wishing for a repeat and wanting to break the most
important vow I've ever made?
important vow I've ever made?
A vow that will break both me and Brett...and
turn the Manhattan life I've built for myself upside down.
turn the Manhattan life I've built for myself upside down.
Purchase Links
99c for a limited time
Excerpt
Breathless, my body shaking, I pull back just as our kiss
begins to deepen, my lips tender to the touch as I lick them. I look up at the
brown-haired Adonis holding me close, inhaling as deep as I can. I let go of a
shaky breath.
“What are you doing?”
Brett blinks. “What you won’t. What I shouldn’t.” He kisses me chastely,
pulling back. “What we need.” He grins. “I couldn’t hold back any longer.”
“You make us sound like dogs on a leash.”
He snorts on a soft laugh, his stare scanning over my lips. “If anyone’s a dog
here, it’s me. But I can’t deny you, Elsie.” He gaze goes back up to mine. “I
can’t deny this. I know we made a promise. To never cross this line again. But
there’s a reason we’re both here in New York. There’s a reason for right now.
To be honest… I don’t know what the hell it really is.” His aqua eyes glow.
“But I know I want to explore it.” His voice lowers. “Explore you… If you let
me, Elsie. All of this—everything—is up to you.”
But I can’t think, let alone move or talk while our bodies are so close. He
smells like the rain. Clean and crisp. A fresh, lightly smoky scent, the skin
that is pressed against me as is almost as intoxicating as the stare—the one
that intensely searches mine, excavating answers, digging deep enough to find
only fucking desire, I’m sure. I’m so turned on I can’t speak. My voice is
little more than a sigh. I bite my bottom lip, trying to control my tongue.
I fail.
“We can’t throw caution to the wind, Brett. We have Kayla to think about. And
even if we didn’t, we have history, too much past. We’ve practically watched
each other grow up. Stayed in the same houses.” I scoff out loud, a blush
hitting my cheeks that I can feel burn. “For God’s sake, you’ve seen
everything. You’ve seen me at my worst.”
He chuckles, a seductive low sound. “My sexy sweet Elsie. You don’t get it, do
you? In my eyes… you have no worst.”
begins to deepen, my lips tender to the touch as I lick them. I look up at the
brown-haired Adonis holding me close, inhaling as deep as I can. I let go of a
shaky breath.
“What are you doing?”
Brett blinks. “What you won’t. What I shouldn’t.” He kisses me chastely,
pulling back. “What we need.” He grins. “I couldn’t hold back any longer.”
“You make us sound like dogs on a leash.”
He snorts on a soft laugh, his stare scanning over my lips. “If anyone’s a dog
here, it’s me. But I can’t deny you, Elsie.” He gaze goes back up to mine. “I
can’t deny this. I know we made a promise. To never cross this line again. But
there’s a reason we’re both here in New York. There’s a reason for right now.
To be honest… I don’t know what the hell it really is.” His aqua eyes glow.
“But I know I want to explore it.” His voice lowers. “Explore you… If you let
me, Elsie. All of this—everything—is up to you.”
But I can’t think, let alone move or talk while our bodies are so close. He
smells like the rain. Clean and crisp. A fresh, lightly smoky scent, the skin
that is pressed against me as is almost as intoxicating as the stare—the one
that intensely searches mine, excavating answers, digging deep enough to find
only fucking desire, I’m sure. I’m so turned on I can’t speak. My voice is
little more than a sigh. I bite my bottom lip, trying to control my tongue.
I fail.
“We can’t throw caution to the wind, Brett. We have Kayla to think about. And
even if we didn’t, we have history, too much past. We’ve practically watched
each other grow up. Stayed in the same houses.” I scoff out loud, a blush
hitting my cheeks that I can feel burn. “For God’s sake, you’ve seen
everything. You’ve seen me at my worst.”
He chuckles, a seductive low sound. “My sexy sweet Elsie. You don’t get it, do
you? In my eyes… you have no worst.”
Coming Soon
Releasing December 3, 2018
Author Bio
Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones
addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and
Romantic Suspense.
addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and
Romantic Suspense.
A Jersey Girl living in the South, when she's not obsessing
over a new Netflix series or yelling at college basketball games on TV, she's
usually crafting sexy stories about hard-bodied men and the strong-willed women
who crave them.
over a new Netflix series or yelling at college basketball games on TV, she's
usually crafting sexy stories about hard-bodied men and the strong-willed women
who crave them.
She loves it when people get weird with her on Facebook,
NatalieWrye.com or NatalieWrites@NatalieWrye.com.
NatalieWrye.com or NatalieWrites@NatalieWrye.com.
Author Links
No comments:
Post a Comment