Title: CHASTE
{McCullough Mountain 3}
Author: Lydia
Michaels
Chaste is currently the #1 Bestseller
on the publisher’s site,
Genre: Erotic
Romance
Heat Level:
Romance (graphic)
Book Length: 384
pages
Date of Publication: February 3, 2014 (Available on Amazon, B&N, and
other retailer sites by 2/12/14)
Blurb:
Kelly McCullough has
always gotten every woman he’s wanted. Of all the McCullough men, his charm and
magnetism is unmatched. However, there is one woman he cannot have.
Ashlynn Fisher is
everything Kelly McCullough is not. She is quiet, shy, and—above all—virginal.
After losing her heart to Kelly in grade school, no other man compares. Paths
cross and temperance is put to the test when Ashlynn decides it’s time for her
to find love. Kelly offers Center County’s sweetest brown-eyed girl all the
guidance he can, but finds himself in a situation he never expected to face.
Through chaste kisses and stolen secrets, his virility is tested and he must
learn what love truly means as his selfish ways are transformed in the face of
a selfless need to give her everything she wants.
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Excerpt:
His
body nudged closer. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on speaking, but
the press of him was incredibly distracting.
“That’s
the…um…” She caught her breath. “Um…” Her eyes shut. What was the question? “I
can’t concentrate when you touch me,” she blurted.
He
didn’t move. His breath tickled the back of her neck, as the soft press of his
tongue traced over the curve leading to her shoulder. Her spine stretched as
her skin drew tight. His lips made a smooching sound. “Mmm, you taste like hard
work and sunshine.”
“Kelly…”
she rasped, silently panting. Her insides vibrated so rapidly she worried she’d
shatter into a thousand pieces of flesh and bones. Never had anyone aroused her
the way he did.
He
nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are? The
glasses make me crazy. And I love the way your hair looks different every day.
You remind me of a little garden nymph.” The weight of his palms closed over
her baggy overalls, low on her hips, and she grew aware of every part of her
body.
His
lips sealed over her ear and she quivered, her body tightening and trembling.
Her hands gripped the edge of the worktable with her leather-clad fingers, her
knees turning unstable, as he proceeded to do wonderful things to her earlobe.
It
amazed her that he found her hair nice. She’d cut it off after she graduated,
finding the long locks dreadfully annoying. When her hair had been long it was
always in her face. And she wore glasses because contacts were too much trouble
with the dust from the gardens.
Oh
my goodness! Is that his tongue in my ear?
Her
knees buckled as he kissed over her racing pulse. Strong fingers dug into her
hips, massaging beneath her overalls deep into her flesh. His hands had slipped
into the gaping sides of her clothes where her tank top met the waist of her
panties. No one had ever touched her so intimately.
“Let’s
go inside,” he whispered.
Somehow
she managed to shake her head. “I…I need to finish this.”
“Ashlynn…”
His
mouth. He had a wicked mouth. She formed some sort of response in her throat as
the tip of his finger toyed with the hem of her tank top next to her navel.
“Please…let
me in,” he whispered as his tongue traveled over the slope of her shoulder,
each word an erotic tattoo on her flesh.
Her
feet shifted and his grip tightened. She whimpered. “Kelly, please…”
His
whisper had faded to a breath of words. “I want you.”
Her
hands closed over his, tightening, stilling his progress. Those last uttered
words returned some of her common sense. “If we go inside my work will never
get done.”
His
fingers squeezed. “Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? The
things I could do to you without breaking your vow…” His touch never traveled,
but the teasing chills escaping his whirling fingers seemed to go right to her
breasts.
Baiting
temptation, she breathed out a question she had no business asking. “Like
what?”
“Mmm.
I could spend days stripping you, unveiling every bit of flesh, anointing each
square inch of skin with soft kisses. Only kissing, Ashlynn, but I’d kiss you everywhere.”
Holy
Hannah, she needed to put some space between them. They hadn’t discussed
boundaries and the line of her virtue was becoming more blurred by the second.
Her breath stuttered out of her lungs as his mouth teased over her pulse. She
wanted to know what such kisses would feel like, but feared her control would
break.
“No
naked.” Incapable of forming complete sentences, it was the best she could do.
“Touching?”
he whispered.
Oh,
God. She wanted to feel his touch, know what it was to be caressed by those
strong fingers holding her now. She whimpered. Her promise had never been this
difficult. There had never been such a temptation as Kelly and, now, with his
hands playing over untried parts of her body, came a nagging desire for relief.
“I should say no.”
“But?”
“Maybe.”
His
front pressed into her bottom and her neck gave out, drooping her head to his
broad shoulder. He growled and his mouth sealed to her throat, his hand sifting
under the front of her overalls and holding her stomach, fingers splayed wide,
pressing her into his hard form. “So fucking sexy, Ashlynn.”
“Kelly…”
“I
want to go inside.”
He
was already inside, inside of her head, in her blood, thrumming through her
veins, inside every breath filling her lungs. She worried she could die from
such over stimulation. She’d never survive sex, at least not with this man. But
that was off the table.
Her
muscles contracted and strange urges had her body fluttering in unfamiliar
ways. It was too much. “No more,” she pleaded and he froze.
It
took him a second to answer. “Okay.”
His
hand slithered out from under her overalls and he stepped away. She caught her
breath and wiped the back of her glove over her heated cheek. She was probably
as red as a bell pepper.
She
desperately searched for her bearings, but Kelly seemed fine. From the corner
of her eye, she watched him slip his gloves back on and pick up the sanding
block as she quietly panted. The longing inside of her had transformed into a
painful ache. Her throat was thirsty, parched. Yet water did nothing to quench
her yearning.
Kelly
worked with precision and efficiency. Her concentration was crap. Every move
she made was deliberate and clumsy, but Kelly proved to be a master carpenter.
She suspected he wanted to be done with the chore and that scared her, because
the moment they finished she’d have to come up with another distraction.
The
echo of the nail hammering into the wood rattled through the air. “How far can
we go, Ashlynn?”
Her
hand stilled. Her gaze focused on the head of the nail she’d been about to
hammer into the wood. Swallowing repetitively, she struggled to find the honest
answer, but the truth seemed to abandon her in that moment. “I don’t know.”
Author Bio:
Award winning author, Lydia
Michaels, writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and
surprises readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From
Amish vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can
match, Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul
with every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always
centered on love.
Webpage: www.LydiaMichaels.org
Other Titles by Lydia Michaels:
Falling In
Breaking Out
Coming Home
Sacred Waters
Skin
Chaste
Faking It
Forsaking Truth
As Tears Go By
Simple Man
Breaking Perfect
White Chocolate
All 4 You
To Catch a Wolfe
Chasing Feathers
Called to Order
Calling for a Miracle
Destiny Calls
Call Her Mine
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