Summer Fire Anthology
Publication date: May 26th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
21 ALL NEW Contemporary Romance stories by New York Times, USA Today, and National Bestselling authors.
Love when it’s hot? So do romance writers. Especially when we’re writing about gritty alphas, angsty bad boys, sizzling attraction, and unrequited passion.
So loosen your buttons, turn the fan to oscillate and join us for this steamy, groundbreaking bundle of summer tales that are hot hot hot.
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ALL THE AMAZING AUTHORS:
Gennita Low
Stacey Mosteller
R.J. Lewis
L. Wilder
Victoria Danann
Kym Grosso
Cat Miller
Mimi Barbour
Clarissa Wild
Teresa Gabelman
Linda Barlow
Helen Scott Taylor
Victoria James
Mona Risk
Patrice Wilton
Joan Reeves
Danielle Jamie
Terri Marie
Lorhainne Eckhart
Brandy L. Rivers
Nicole Blanchard
EXCERPT
HIS PROMISE :
There wasn’t a day that Kim hadn’t loved Bruce. Never in a
million years had she doubted that they would be together. At seventeen, they
were inseparable. She couldn’t imagine, as she stared up at the thousands of
stars in the dark Montana sky not kissing Bruce or feeling his touch on every
other day like this one, when she would gaze up at the light of the moon or the
bright blue sky.
But then, you never forget the taste of your first love. He
touched her the way no other man could. It was imprinted on her soul—the way
she molded against him, skin to skin, with each breath. Each moment with him,
kissing, touching, or just talking, the sound of his voice melted her soul and
had her yearning to see him again before he even left.
She didn’t believe her lips would ever forget the taste of
his love. His touch, his smile, the light in his hazel eyes when he held her
face in his hands the very first time he’d kissed her—it was all burned forever
in her memory.
Like yesterday.
“Hey, baby.” He came up behind her, sliding his hand over
the flat of her stomach. He lifted her hair and pressed a kiss to her cheek
before sliding his lips down the soft skin on her neck. He was pulling her back
with him into the shadows.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, then giggled. She
couldn’t help it, as he had his hand under her shirt. He’d pulled the long
cotton fabric free from the waistband of her jeans and was running his hand
over her skin. His belt buckle was pressing into her. She craved the feel of
him all the time and mourned his touch when he was gone.
“Where your daddy can’t find us,” he said. He had his hand
on the rail of the wooden ladder that led up to the loft. “Go on.”
She didn’t hesitate as she climbed the rail. She could hear
the tractor purring in the field. The sound carried, so she knew as long as she
could hear it in the distance, they had time alone. “You weren’t supposed to be
here today,” she said. “You said you couldn’t come, that you had to pack.”
He pulled her to their space in the loft where the hay bales
were stacked against the dark planks. She climbed over the two bales and into
their hidden spot, a bed of hay with an old blanket thrown overtop. It was
where they always met, where they hid out together. It was where they’d met
last night, when she’d snuck out of the house after her parents were asleep. It
was where they’d last been together—touching, tasting, exploring each other.
“I couldn’t leave without seeing you again.” He pulled her
down with him so they were lying side by side. Her body had a mind of its own
and responded to Bruce, moving closer to him, her legs tangled with his, her
hands pulling at his shirt, kissing him as she threaded her fingers through his
short brown hair. She loved his hair, how it too seemed to do whatever it
wanted. The natural waves always had that messy bad-boy look, and every time he
cut it, it made the smile that lit up his face and his eyes stand out on his
cheeks. And his lips…full and so kissable. Oh, and could Bruce kiss. She loved
his long, lean body, his legs, how much taller he was than her—how much
stronger. She truly believed he was forever hers, and he wouldn’t let anything
come between them.
But she was wrong. Oh so wrong.
“Just one more kiss,” he said as he leaned over her. “I need
to know you’ll wait for me.”
“You know I will. I wish you didn’t have to go.” She wanted
to cry. It would be ninety-three days of hell until she could feel his touch
again, feel his lips on her again, feel his love again. Life was so unfair.
“Kim! Kim!” It was her mother calling out.
“I have to go, but I don’t want to,” she said, rolling onto
her back, her hands above her head.
He kissed her one more time and pulled a strand of hay from
her hair. “I’ll call you. I promise I will. Baby, remember I fall in love with
you over and over every single day. Nothing will come between us. Remember
this, feel this.” He took her hand and pressed it to his beating heart. “It’s
for you, only for you, that my heart beats. This moment, the way you look now,
the blueness in your eyes and how they smile only for me and beg me into your
loving arms, the way your long hair teases me and has that curly, messy look
even when you try to brush it straight…”
Not a day had gone by without her remembering those last
moments together—almost twenty years ago, now. She’d promised to be his
forever…that was, until she married someone else.
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