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Forbid Me
(The Good Ol' Boys #2)
(The Good Ol' Boys #2)
by
M. Robinson
M. Robinson
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~ Synopsis ~
It was only a matter of time
until the truth came out.
I never thought it would come
to this…
I tried, God knows I tried to
stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I
could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it.
I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would
willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend's
sister.
If there is one person I’d
willingly go to hell and back for it was…
Lillian Ryder
Standalone within a series. New Adult
Contemporary Romance: Strong language and sexual content, not intended for
readers under 18.
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Excerpt ~
The soft strumming of a guitar immediately assaulted my senses, but that wasn’t
what made the hair at the end of my arms stand at attention. I closed my eyes
needing to check my emotions and the thoughts that attacked my mind at rapid
speed.
One right after the
other.
They were
disastrous and unforgiving.
The strumming of
the guitar was effortless and defined. I would recognize it anywhere. No one
could play like she could.
No one.
That voice…
It was smooth like
silk but raw enough to give you chills.
That song…
Would be a
permanent reminder of what I lost.
That night…
Would forever haunt
me. My days and nights.
God… I couldn’t
think of that night without my cock getting hard and the shame engulfing me
almost simultaneously. Metallica’s lyrics of Nothing Else Matters took me back
to another time, another place, where I pretended that she was mine…
I was always hers.
Always.
Her face…
Her eyes…
Her body…
I remembered it
all, and I hadn’t even looked up to see her. I didn’t have to. She was
engrained in my mind. In my heart. In my soul.
She sang the chorus
over again with the emotions bleeding off the strings of her guitar and her
voice. The guitar solo followed making the crowd scream and cheer for her
talent. Her energy was fucking contagious, it always had been. I felt it all
around me even though I still hadn’t opened my eyes to take her in. I knew she
was biting her fucking lip, it didn’t matter how many damn times I told her she
was going to bite it off. I’d memorized the feel of her lips against my mouth
the way I’d take that same goddamn lip and bite on it myself.
Wanting a piece of
her.
Needing a piece of
her.
Her voice dropped
to a soft tone, as did her guitar. The song ended and the crowd went even more
wild and ravenous for her.
“Well, hello there
fucking Nashville!”
They hollered
higher and louder. She always knew how to work a crowd.
“Welcome to
Bootleggers! Who’s gettin’ fucked up tonight?”
“Yeah!” they
shouted.
“Who’s gettin’
fucking laid tonight?”
They shouted again,
whistling and clapping that time. I shook my head with a smile I didn’t bother
trying to hide.
“That’s what I’m
talking about! Down and dirty in the fuckin’ South!” she yelled in the same
southern drawl she hated as a child.
“I’m going to take
a little break—”
“Booooooo!”
She giggled and my
cock twitched.
“I know, darlins’,
I’m too fucking pretty to look at. I’ll be back, I promise! In the meantime buy
me a fuckin’ shot! My name’s Kid.”
I immediately
looked up, right at her. I swear to God my chest seized and she literally took
my goddamn breath away. Wearing short daisy dukes and a miniscule shirt that
had “Whiskey Makes Me Frisky” written across her breasts. The damn thing looked
like it was as old as me. Her entire stomach bare, her belly button now pierced
and her long dark hair cascading down her back, almost touching her ass. The
tiny frame that I fucking loved was still the same, but she looked grown up.
Older. Her legs, her fucking legs. I remembered them wrapped around me and I
had to shake my head to erase the images that had my cock hard and my heart
heavy.
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~ About the Author ~
Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that
has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been
reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently
pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two
German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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