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Check out this excerpt from FALLING FOR THE HOLIDAYS by @authorerinhawkins releasing November 5th!
This was hands down an absolute 5 star read from me and the audio was 🔥 🔥 🔥!
So, PreOrder Now here- you won't be disappointed! https://payhip.com/b/PjqZ2
“You,” I say, keeping my voice pitched low. “You’re the tech guy?” Beck leans next to the glass case with the display of Cedar Hollow’s history. “Guilty. Small town, big coincidence.” His smile tilts. “Hi, Lottie.” My name in his mouth does things it shouldn’t. I cross my arms tighter to cover my hard nipples. “Let’s recap. Last night was a one-time thing.” He tsks. “Who said that? You?” He looks entertained. “Because if you didn’t have a good time—” “I didn’t say—” “I have notes.” He pats his pocket like he’s about to produce them. “Your breathy pants. Your slickness. The way you were clenching my cock—” “Beck!” I slap a hand over his mouth so fast I nearly sprain something. “Do not say that here.” His eyes dance with amusement while his lips curve against my palm, warm and teasing. Then, he peels my fingers away, gently. “Why not?” he murmurs, voice dropping low, and wicked. “It’s true. God, Lottie, I’m still thinking about you gripping me. I swear I can feel you if I stand still long enough. And Oliver was right about your cookies, but they aren’t the only thing I want to eat every day.” Heat rockets through me. I take a deliberate step back like distance can fix the surge of desire rushing through me. “I’m a mom,” I say, crisp. “I don’t have time for…this.” “For orgasms?” His eyebrows lift. “For you,” I snap, then sigh because his grin says he knows I don’t mean it the way it sounds. “For messy. For complicated. I work two jobs. Oliver has school and hockey and now this festival project. I do everything.” His face softens; the teasing doesn’t vanish, but it shifts. “Maybe if you asked for help.” “Asked for help,” I echo. “That’s adorable.” “It’s practical.” "Beck."
#erinhawkins #holidayromance @theauthor.agency
This was hands down an absolute 5 star read from me and the audio was 🔥 🔥 🔥!
So, PreOrder Now here- you won't be disappointed! https://payhip.com/b/PjqZ2
“You,” I say, keeping my voice pitched low. “You’re the tech guy?” Beck leans next to the glass case with the display of Cedar Hollow’s history. “Guilty. Small town, big coincidence.” His smile tilts. “Hi, Lottie.” My name in his mouth does things it shouldn’t. I cross my arms tighter to cover my hard nipples. “Let’s recap. Last night was a one-time thing.” He tsks. “Who said that? You?” He looks entertained. “Because if you didn’t have a good time—” “I didn’t say—” “I have notes.” He pats his pocket like he’s about to produce them. “Your breathy pants. Your slickness. The way you were clenching my cock—” “Beck!” I slap a hand over his mouth so fast I nearly sprain something. “Do not say that here.” His eyes dance with amusement while his lips curve against my palm, warm and teasing. Then, he peels my fingers away, gently. “Why not?” he murmurs, voice dropping low, and wicked. “It’s true. God, Lottie, I’m still thinking about you gripping me. I swear I can feel you if I stand still long enough. And Oliver was right about your cookies, but they aren’t the only thing I want to eat every day.” Heat rockets through me. I take a deliberate step back like distance can fix the surge of desire rushing through me. “I’m a mom,” I say, crisp. “I don’t have time for…this.” “For orgasms?” His eyebrows lift. “For you,” I snap, then sigh because his grin says he knows I don’t mean it the way it sounds. “For messy. For complicated. I work two jobs. Oliver has school and hockey and now this festival project. I do everything.” His face softens; the teasing doesn’t vanish, but it shifts. “Maybe if you asked for help.” “Asked for help,” I echo. “That’s adorable.” “It’s practical.” "Beck."
#erinhawkins #holidayromance @theauthor.agency
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