Publication date: January 15th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
In high school, Sam Pennywell had a massive crush on Rick Russo. But he was her cousin’s boyfriend and strictly off-limits. Meeting Rick again years, later she can hardly recognize the man he’s become.
As a paramedic, Rick’s career is all about helping others. But in the line of duty, he’s become one of the injured. He’s caught in a dark place he can’t escape on his own. He can’t make Sam any promises of love. Promises are too easily broken.
Sam spends her life taking care of sick and homeless animals. She’s never met a stray she didn’t love, and Rick is the most important rescue she’ll ever make.
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Rick pulled her close. Her body turned stiff, resistant. "It's all right, Sam."
She shook her head. "It's a mess."
Nothing will happen to your dad, Rick wanted to say. He'll be fine. You both will.
The words stuck in his throat. No promises, he reminded himself.
He wanted to comfort her, somehow make it better. Without thinking, he tilted up her chin and lowered his mouth to hers, only a simple touch of lips at first. Sam's eyelids fluttered, but she didn't pull away. He should have stepped back then, but the softness of her lips, the quickening of her breath captivated him.
He held her loosely, so she could free herself if she wanted. Instead she moved in closer. He trailed his fingers down her sides, his touch gentle. In his arms she felt tiny and fragile. Her small, round breasts pressed against his chest, and fire raced down his spine straight to his dick. Rick shifted as it began to swell. Shit, what a time to get a hard-on. He didn't want to come on like some horndog just looking to get laid.
Sam wouldn't let him retreat. She threw her arms around his neck and held tight. As their lips clung, Rick deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. She followed his lead. When their tongues touched, lust zapped him, followed quickly by reason.
"Whoa." He stepped back, freeing himself from her hold.
"Rick." Her lips were swollen, her gaze soft. Her arms remained open, inviting him to return to her embrace. He wanted to, more than anything.
No. He had to stay cool. He hadn't meant for it to get this far.
Weird, because she wasn't his type. He liked tall girls with long legs. Long hair. Hot girls who knew how to dress, knew how to fix themselves up. Girls like Britt.
He almost rolled his eyes. Yeah, sure. Britt. Look how that turned out.
Crazy that a funny little chick like Sam would have his gut in a twist and his dick hard as a rock. All the little things about her that caught his attention—her soft hair, her trim body, her love of animals—had crept under his defenses. He wanted her.
And she wanted him. The glow in her eyes, the sigh escaping her parted lips told him so. "Rick."
Ah, the hell with it. He grabbed her, crushed her against him, and claimed her mouth. Their lips and tongues clashed, then melded as the kiss turned slower, softer. Deeper. Fire blazed through him, then shivers as though freezing winds blasted him. Sam was shaking too. She slipped her hands over his shoulders, down his arms. She stood on tiptoes, hitched one leg up against his hip as though trying to climb him, while all he wanted was to lay her down and have her right there on the kitchen floor.
N. Raines (who also writes as Nona Raines) is a former librarian who lives in upstate New York with her many pets. She’s currently working on her next novel between walking the dog and shooing the cats off the laptop. Her erotic romances are published with The Wild Rose Press and Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was nominated for the 2014 DABWAHA sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs. Her most recent work is the romance novella Write to Me and the transgender romance Her Kind of Man.