THUNDERSTORM
Author: Susana Mohel
Series: The Perfect Storm #3
Release Date: April 9, 2020
About the
Book
Adrik Houston means nothing but trouble.
I’ve spent years building my career, and
I’m not about to let him push me away from the goal I’ve set for my future.
I don’t care if he’s handsome, cocky, and
fixated on getting me. On my charts, he’s Lucifer himself filling a
panty-melting uniform.
But he doesn’t know how stubborn I can be
when my heart is in the line of fire.
He’s ready to fight.
So am I.
We aren’t a match made in heaven. We’re two
energy charged clouds ready to collide.
I’m Jordania Zanetti.
In war the winner takes it all, and the
battle is about to start.
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About the
Author
Author, wife, and mother
of a girl and a puppy. I love the happily ever after. Believer & dreamer. I
live in my own world, sipping Ginger Ale and lime. I'm always plotting my next
book, coloring pages, and reading.
Excerpt
“I’m
dying to taste you,” he whispers seductively.
I’m
naked and I don’t care. Right now, all I know is I need this. I’ll have time to
think about this later—or to regret it—but for now all I want is something to
calm this craving that grows within me and is consuming me.
Adrik
lifts me up by the waist, ignoring my cry as I feel the cold countertop under
my butt. His fingers caress my folds and I forget everything else. I’m wet and
panting, ready for him.
I
have imagined this many times, so many that I’ve lost count, but actually
experiencing his fingers slipping into my heat far exceeds my expectations.
Adrik
takes hold of my thighs and forces them apart so he can stand between them and
cover my body with his. Next, his mouth leaves mine, to begin drawing a burning
road southwards.
His
fingers take care of my nipples, while he kisses my belly, playing with my
navel. My hands fly to his head, wanting to press him closer to me, trying in
vain to pull on his short cropped hair.
His
tongue continues to travel, drawing maps around my body until it finally
reaches the sweet place that impatiently awaits his attention.
“Adrik,”
I cry out when I finally feel his mouth there.
His
fingers join in the action, increasing the pressure, the desire.
“You
summoned the devil, Jordania, so get ready to meet him,” he says, pulling away
from me. I look at him with wild eyes, unable to speak. “You wanted to play
with fire, right? So be prepared to get burnt when you find out who I really
am.”
Then
he straightens up, turns around and leaves, quietly closing the door behind
him.
I
lie there, unable to process what just happened.
Damn
you, Adrik Houston.
I
need to get you out of my system as soon as I possibly can.
Thank
God Saturday is nearly here, because I need to get drunk.
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