Come Closer Series, Book One
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance (Suspense)
Adam. Enigmatic. Arrogant. Unwilling to take no for an answer. Everything about him threatens my carefully constructed life. Everything about him makes me want him more.
Isabelle Jennings has it good. She’s a self-proclaimed guys’ girl (football, beers, and kicking back with her “bros”) who has worked hard for everything she’s gotten. And she’s succeeded. Only twenty-six, she already has a startup company – one that helps her atone for past sins. She has (well, had) a healthy sex life, a great apartment and an even better group of friends. No romantic entanglements. No mess. Just how she likes it.
Enter Adam Weston, a young, ambitious businessman in Chicago. Between his money, looks, and charm, he’s never had a problem with women. Until Isabelle.
Overwhelmed by her attraction to him, Isabelle does everything she can to avoid the charismatic playboy. But Adam won’t give up that easily. He dares her to be with him, promising sex sans strings.
Isabelle’s burdened with a nightmarish guilt she can’t outrun. And Adam won’t settle for less than everything. He’s breaking down her walls, one touch, one look, at a time.
**Due to language and strong sexual content, this book is recommended for readers who are 18 and older.**
Adam leaned over me, his right hand still tracing soft, barely-there figure eights on my lower back. His fingers came teasingly close to dipping under the elastic band of my shorts. I’d never expected such a light, almost innocuous touch to feel so erotic, but it made me think of the possessive, proprietary way a man would guide a woman with his hand on the small of her back. In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, such a touch would have been considered as forward as a kiss. And right now, Adam’s fingers were tracing my naked back.
The room got hotter, muggier. Sweat gathered between my breasts. I could smell him—evergreen and spice and something unique to him alone. It did things to my body, and I had to swallow.
He plucked up the quarters, moving them between long, tapered fingers. They rolled into the machine.
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink.
“Which cycle?” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing my lobe.
“Delicate.” My voice was husky. Too husky. I tried to hold myself stiff between his body and his arm where he had boxed me in.
Adam took my left hand in his, guiding it up and over the machine, taking my fingers between his hand to press the button. Leaning over me, he pushed me down gently until I was bent over the machine. He laced his fingers through mine and pressed my hand down on the washer, his other hand still stroking my waist. My muscles cramped in response.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I shuddered against him.
He nipped my ear. “Getting to know my neighbor better.”
and the Machine — The Dog
Days Are Over
Metric — Gimme Sympathy
Del Rey — Blue Jeans
Doors — Hello, I Love You
Cent — 21 Questions
Dylan — Lay Lady Lay
Marina — Whatever You Like (Cover)
Precious Weapons — Aviation
Foals — Spanish Sahara
Frou — Let Go
Neighbourhood — Sweater
Crows — Colorblind
Purdy — Isn’t Love
— Fix You
and the machine — You’ve Got
the Love (Cover)
— Come on Closer
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Katherine Grant is a 28-year-old reader, writer, and author in Southern California (who likes to talk about herself in the third person in bios because it makes her feel important). Raised in a town in Michigan so small you’ve never heard of it, Katie used books as a way to travel. As a child, she talked so much that her family suggested she started writing her thoughts down. And thus, a lifelong dream and career was born. She has been everything from a short-order cook to a teacher to a music journalist. She’s finally embarking on being a novelist full time, and she couldn’t be more excited.
When not hard at work, Katie enjoys hanging out with her dog, lying on the beach, promising herself she’ll one day learn how to surf (although it will never happen), making her boyfriend crazy by refusing to do the dishes, and getting lost in books. Also, cookies. She really, really likes cookies.
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