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Freed
(Unlovable, #2)
Freed
(Unlovable, #2)
by
Lynetta Halat
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Genre: New Adult / Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Sommer Stein at Perfect Pear Creative Design
Photographer: Toski Covey Photography
~Synopsis ~
Truth. Pain. Freedom.
An awakening like no other.
When life is determined to buck you off, dig in and ride hard.
The bull. The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell
ourselves. To survive, I have to face the truth. Easier said than done when
it’s not all black and white. There’s the in-between, and this murky void is
where I always tend to land.
The horns. Lies don’t always hurt. My lies protected me, but
when they are exposed and I can no longer outrun the many shades of truth, I’ll
be in for one hell of a reckoning.
The ride. From the outside, my life looks like one big adventure
after another. But, there is no freedom in anarchy, and that’s the way I’ve
lived my life. Until now. Until Ransom.
Denver Dempsey was a slut for oblivion. Now, she’s a slut for
love. And it’s that kind of thinking that got her in trouble in the first
place. Ransom awakens Denver in ways she never imagined, but when her true
feelings send her reeling, will they catapult her into the arms of Greer—her ex
best-friend-with-benefits? After never loving anyone, herself included, she now
loves two. One kept her alive. One teaches her how to live. If they didn’t both
love her … if hearts weren’t bound to be broken, it would be the stuff dreams
are made of.
Will Denver remain locked up in the bullpen, or is she strong
enough to open the chute and be freed?
Bending down in front of me, Ransom taps one
foot so that I’ll raise it. He slides one leg of my panties on and then the
other before pulling them up to rest just below my skirt. Fixing me with his
stare, he grasps my thighs and presses his nose and mouth to my center. My back
arches from the wall, but my hands stay where he placed them. “Fuck, you smell
good. Good enough to eat, but that can’t happen tonight.”
I whimper low in my throat as he runs his nose
and open mouth over the apex of my thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses right
where I need him most. My eyelids flutter and close, only to pop back open when
he commands, “Eyes on me.” He places a light kiss right over my swollen,
begging center. My whole body convulses.
“Nuh, uh,” he chastises, enjoying himself
entirely too much. Hooking his fingers in my panties again, he draws them up
over my thighs and under my skirt. His calloused fingertips scratch my soft
skin even though his touch is gentle. Once he has them in place, he runs his
fingertips down the triangle of the fabric ever so slowly, stopping before he
reaches my need. Goose bumps make quick work of my body. “I’m addicted to how
responsive you are to my touch,” he whispers, planting a hard kiss there this
time. A desperate moan wrenches itself from my throat. “And I haven’t even
really touched you or tasted you yet. Can you imagine how good we’re going to
be together, Denver?”
Swallowing hard, I manage a nod ‘cause that’s
rhetorical, right? Ransom slides his hands from under my skirt and skims them
up my body to fit his hands around my jaw. He plants a quick kiss on my ear
before sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping at it. “Remember what I
said,” he whispers. “No touching yourself. Your orgasms are mine. And when you
deserve them, I’ll be the one to give them to you.” I whimper again. “If it
helps, I can’t fucking wait, and when I’m stroking myself tonight, it’ll be
with your soft moans in my ear, your incredible scent surrounding me, and your
delectable body that I’m imagining losing myself in.”
I groan because no, that doesn’t help
at all, actually. I bite down on voicing my frustration because I know
it’ll get me nowhere with this man.
All rights reserved. Copyright Lynetta Halat 2014.
USED
(Unloveable #1)
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| Release Date: January 19, 2014 |
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About the Author ~
Since the dawn of time, Lynetta Halat has
lived to read and has written innumerable stories and plays. A lover of good
books, bad boys, and kickass tunes, she'd always dreamt of penning books that
people could connect with and remember. She also has a secret penchant for
wringing the emotions out of unsuspecting readers, and she collects reader's
tears in much the same way that wine connoisseurs collect their favorite
vintage.
Her first novel, Every Rose, was
the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing, effectively
burrowing her way into the hearts and minds of readers throughout the
world. Everything I've Never Had was her follow-up adult
romance novel. Now, she has penned Used, a New Adult Romance that
she hopes sinks its teeth into you and doesn't let go.
Her love of the English language prompted her
to pursue a Master's degree in English from Old Dominion University in
Virginia, where she also minored in snark and interpretive dance. She lives
somewhere along the Mississippi Gulf Coast with her adorable husband, two
amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. When she's not writing riveting stories,
she likes to focus on her macramé art and her scouring of eBay, where she buys
locks of hair from her favorite rock stars, most especially Bret Michaels and
Dave Grohl.
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