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BEYOND WHAT IS GIVEN
Flight & Glory #3
Rebecca Yarros
Released Sept 28th, 2015
Entangled Embrace
Lt. Grayson Masters is focused on graduating the Apache helicopter course, and the last thing he needs is his gorgeous new roommate Samantha Fitzgerald distracting him. While her smart mouth and free spirit are irresistibly irritating, he can’t deny their off-the-charts chemistry, no matter how hard he tries.
Having just been expelled from college, Sam has no business digging for Grayson’s secrets while she’s hiding her own, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to tear down his walls. Each barrier she busts through drops one of her own, though, and she’s not prepared for the truth: another woman laid claim to Grayson’s heart long ago.
Falling in love is something neither Grayson nor Sam can afford, and when that line is crossed and secrets are exposed, they’ll learn that sometimes it’s the answered prayers that will put you through hell.
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I shrieked as the mixer whirred a
shrill pitch
and batter exploded, hitting the
walls, the cabinets, my face...everything. I sputtered as some landed
in my mouth, and slammed my hand against the lever to turn it off.
This was going to be a bitch to
clean up.
“Are you okay?” Grayson ran in,
hair damp from the shower. His eyes widened as he took in the state
of his precious kitchen. “You weren’t kidding about the mess.”
“Oh this?” I smiled. “It’s a
new aeration technique. I totally meant to do this.” My awesome
excuse died as a glob of brownie mix fell off the tip of my nose.
“Is that so?” he asked, walking
over to me slowly, consuming my vision. My breath hitched as he
swiped his finger across my cheek, and then licked the brownie mix
off the digit. Holy hot.
“Hmm... I think there’s
something to be said for this method. Maybe a little more air in the
batter?”
My mouth popped open. “Are you
making fun of me?”
He smirked, which must have had a
direct link to my panties, because they unanimously voted to drop.
Now. There was sexy, and there was Grayson’s tongue sweeping across
his lower lip, which was a step beyond hedonistic. His eyes took on a
mischievous glint but kept the same signature intensity that held me
captive, unable to look anywhere else as he lowered his face toward
mine. What...what was he
doing?
Do you even care? Nope. Not one
bit.
“Maybe another taste to be sure?”
he asked, his voice low as his lips skimmed across my jawline. “Mmm.
Definitely more.” Shivers coursed down my body. Holy
shit. His mouth was
actually on me, and I was awake.
He flipped the switch on the mixer
and chocolate flew.
“You did not!” I let my knees
buckle so I slipped to the floor, leaving Grayson to be splattered by
the flying confection.
“I most certainly did!” He
lifted me up like I weighed nothing, and batter smacked the back of
my tank top. “Man, you’re slippery.” He mock-dropped me.
I yelped, locking my ankles around
his waist and my hands around his neck. He turned off the mixer and
chuckled low in his throat. “You can laugh?” I asked, yanking my
head back to look at him.
“I have been known to on
occasion,” he answered, that stupid, crazy-sexy smirk in play
despite the chocolate on his cheeks and forehead. How the hell could
someone look so hot while literally dripping brownie batter?
“I like it,” I admitted.
His smirk disappeared, and his grip
tightened on my bare thighs as his gaze dropped to my lips. They
parted as if he’d freaking asked them to. We weren’t just
stepping out of the friend-zone here, we were on a damn missile into
let- me-jump-you-ville.
“I do, too,” he whispered.
When she's not writing, she's tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar time. She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years, and they're currently stationed in Upstate NY with their gaggle of rambunctious kiddos and snoring English Bulldog, but she would always rather be home in Colorado.
