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A new love will test the boundaries of passion between a privileged boy next door and the tattooed, blue-haired girl who helps him embrace his wild side…

Nate has developed quite a playboy reputation around campus. It’s not that he doesn’t respect or trust women; he doesn’t trust himself. The men in Nate’s family are prone to abusive behavior—a dirty secret that Nate’s been running from his entire life—so Nate doesn’t do relationships. But he can’t help himself around one girl…

Jessie is strong, independent, and works at a tattoo parlor. Nate can’t resist getting close to her, even if it’s strictly a friendship. But it doesn’t take long for Nate to admit that what he wants with Jessie is more than just friendly.

With Jessie, he can be himself and explore what he’s always felt was a terrifying darkness inside him. Even when Nate begins to crave her in a way that both shocks and horrifies him, Jessie still wants to know every part of him. Testing their boundaries together will take a trust that could render them inseparable… or tear them apart.


EXCERPT: Promise Me This

Christina Lee

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A different kind of romance, one where the hero is the ‘boy next door’ and the heroine is the wild one, all tattoos and blue hair—Promise Me This is the passionate new instalment in the Between Breaths series, but it can be read as a standalone. And today, I get to share with you a sizzling new excerpt from this book!!

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Excerpt

Jessie

My fingers were shaking badly as they turned the knob. It was so difficult to walk away from him but I needed to, or I’d just fall even harder.

Before I could get out of the room, his strong arm gripped my waist and he shoved the door closed. Nate lifted me, swung me around, and then forced me against the wall.

He grasped for my hands as he raised them above my head and his mouth lowered toward mine. “Is that really what you think? That all I want from you is a hookup?”

My body was trembling head to toe because I could feel his heat and smell his fresh soap scent. His breath fanned across my lips and his arousal pulsed against my stomach.

“C’mon Nate,” I whispered, because I didn’t have the strength to muster anything else. “Is . . . isn’t that what you do—with girls? You screw them to fulfill a need and then you move on?”

I knew it had been a low blow, but who was I to guess what the hell this had become between us.

“But I haven’t moved on, have I?” His gaze practically pierced through me. “I can’t f*cking move on . . . not from you. Not after I’ve discovered how you taste, how you smell, how you sound . . .”

I inhaled a harsh breath as his nose brushed along my jaw and headed toward my ear. God, how I wanted his lips on my mouth, on my breasts.

“You’re branded in my brain,” he whispered against my neck. “I have your skin committed to memory.”

It was like a visceral punch to my gut, zapping all of my air, that’s how much I savored hearing that.

“Like how that roll of film on your forearm nearly reaches the inside of your elbow . . .” His gaze slid down my body painstakingly slowly. “And the corner of that picture frame on your stomach shows just above those lacy panties you wear.”

My breath released in fluttery wisps as his fingers came down to trace across my chin before gliding down my throat.

“Nate.” My free hand now reached for his hair.

“I’ve got your lips memorized as well,” he continued as he outlined them with the rough pad of his finger. “Not only how they taste, but their shape.”

The tip of his thumb breached my lips and my tongue darted out to take a lick.

He groaned. “I know that you bite your bottom lip when you’re worried . . . and that your mouth pulls thin when you’re angry.”

My fingers encircled his hand and I sucked his thumb into my mouth. His eyes flared as he whispered, “And when you’ve been kissing me senseless, your lips are wet and plump and I want to keep them looking like that all night long.”

“Oh God,” I mumbled as my head fell back against the wall.

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