Too Wild To Tame by Tessa Bailey *Launch Day Blitz*
Title: TOO WILD TO TAME
Author:
Tessa Bailey
Series:
Romancing The Clarksons, #2
On Sale:
January 31, 2017
Publisher:
Forever
Mass
Market: $5.99 USD
eBook:
$2.99 USD
**NOW
AVAILABLE IN PRINT FOR THE FIRST TIME**
Sometimes
you just can't resist playing with fire…
By day,
Aaron Clarkson suits up, shakes hands, and acts the perfect
gentleman. But at night, behind bedroom doors, the tie comes off and
the real Aaron comes out to play. Mixing business with pleasure got
him fired, so Aaron knows that if he wants to work for the country's
most powerful senator, he'll have to keep his eye on the prize.
That's easier said than done when he meets the senator's daughter,
who's wild, gorgeous, and 100 percent trouble.
Grace
Pendleton is the black sheep of her conservative family. Yet while
Aaron's presence reminds her of a past she'd rather forget, something
in his eyes keeps drawing her in. Maybe it's the way his voice turns
her molten. Or maybe it's because deep down inside, the ultra-smooth,
polished Aaron Clarkson might be more than even Grace can handle…
His
progress toward the door halted when Grace shot to her feet, arms
stiff at her sides, those green eyes like glowing jade moons. “I…that
isn’t what I was asking for. I just meant, let me help you, in
general. I—I didn’t think…”
Aaron’s
neck heated. “If you don’t like the idea, we can change it—”
She jumped.
She actually jumped straight up in the air, hands flying to her
cheeks. “I love it. Oh, please don’t change anything. I was just
so surprised.”
He inclined
his head, mentally cursing the way his heart decided to make its
presence known at such an inconvenient time, walloping his rib cage
with thick booms, courtesy of Grace’s pleasure. How juvenile. “I’m
kind of surprised myself,” he admitted, then wished he’d kept his
mouth shut.
At least
until Grace floated toward him. All shining eyes and rosy excitement,
she spurred a lust storm in his stomach. “It’s so much better
when you say what you’re thinking, Aaron.”
“You
mentioned that.”
And of
course, it made him want to say more. Say whatever it
would take to get her legs wrapped around his hips. To rock between
her thighs until her wetness drenched the fly of his pants. “Get
away from me, Grace,” he rasped. “It would be just like me to
take advantage of you after having to tell that story.”
Silence
deepened around them. “How can you say that after you just found a
way for me to rebuild the camp?” It seemed as if her entire body
lifted and fell on a harsh sob. “Last night, you asked me if I
still saw some good in you…and I didn’t answer. How could I not
have answered you?” She shook her gorgeous head. “I didn’t mean
to—”
Aaron shot
forward, capturing her unspoken words with his own mouth. Guilt.
There had been even more guilt in her eyes. Aaron’s response
was pure denial. Not because of me. Not over me. But as soon
as their lips joined, his mind wiped clean of anything but Grace’s
one-of-a-kind taste. She was juicy, sweet, refreshing, intoxicating
madness. He let it pull him down into its depths—her
depths—gathering up her taste greedily so he could live with
the effect as long as possible, even though surely a man couldn’t
withstand this type of arousal for an extended length of time. He’d
want to fuck her again as soon as he came. It was a certainty his
body was all too eager to confirm. Yet protectiveness held him in a
state of limbo. Wanting—needing—to mate with her delicious
body while determined to protect her from himself.
Couldn’t
she sense the past meaningless encounters he wore like gloves,
cheapening everything he touched? Couldn’t she sense his inability
to be meaningful to her? Grace should have someone with substance,
not someone who couldn’t even garner the love of his own family.
Someone who considered the ramifications of his actions and how they
would serve as betrayal. This is how you repay me?
The voice
from his not-so-distant past had Aaron tearing his mouth away with a
guttural growl, clasping Grace by the shoulders. Too hard. Ease
up. “Get away.”
“If you
really want that, let me go,” she whispered.
God,
he couldn’t do it. Not with her face tipped back, lips swollen and
shined up, those eyelids halfway fallen. He’d never in his life had
trouble resisting sex. It was always a logical decision based on his
needs. This? There was nothing cut and dried about it. His
attraction to Grace was messy and wild and untapped. Made his chest
expand with the effort to contain the expanding of something
unfamiliar. Crazy and blinding. His dick needed a good, rough
handling from one woman only. Grace. And she wasn’t pushing him
away. Seemed like she wanted the job, too, her tits sliding up and
down his abs with every breath. Give her one more chance. Show
her what she’s in for with a bastard like you. With a muttered
epithet, Aaron raked his hand up the back of Grace’s thigh, sliding
it down the back of her tights, and settling his middle finger in the
valley of her ass. “Get away from me,” he managed, wedging his
straying digit a little more securely, earning him a closed-lipped
noise.
“No,”
she gasped after a few seconds.
Aaron’s
tether broke. Recapturing Grace’s mouth with an obscene amount of
tongue, he backed them toward the bed, satisfaction rippling in his
middle when she went down beneath him, her legs falling open in
welcome. He draped his body over Grace’s slighter one, eager grunts
leaving his mouth as he positioned himself over her pussy and bore
down with his erection. Their groans were pain-filled, reaching every
corner of the cabin, breaking off when Aaron got back to kissing that
addictive mouth, yanking the oversized sweater up, up to her belly,
so he could rock against her sex with only his pants and her tights
as obstructions.
“Aaron.”
“You were
warned,” he reminded her with a strangled shout, delivered into the
space above her head. “Three times, Grace. That’s three times
more than I’d give anyone else.” He slid up and back in the
cradle of her legs, groaning over the rasping friction her tights
delivered to his stiff, fuck-hungry dick. “Make it four times. I
gave you an out back at the house. You should have taken it.”
When Grace
should have been trembling or alarmed by the cut steel in his voice,
she only stretched out beneath him like a cat, opening up for him.
Almost preening beneath his rough ministrations. “Maybe I should
have. But we’re here now, so stop trying to scare me.” Her
fingertips moved down Aaron’s chest to the seat of his pants, where
she smoothed her palm over the curve of his cock, which started him
panting like a marathon runner. “You don’t really want to scare
me, do you, Aaron?”
Christ, her
soft words, the sight of her, were choking him up. Her hair was a
haphazard display framing her face, those crooked front teeth somehow
making him twice as eager to seal their mouths together again. He was
a hunter who’d discovered a sprite dancing in the woods and dragged
her home, intending to use her body for vigorous relief, but got
forgiveness in return. “No, I don’t. I don’t want to scare
you.”
“I know,”
she breathed, unfastening his belt buckle. “I just know.”
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THE
ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES
TOO HOT TO
HANDLE, #1
TOO WILD TO
TAME, #2
TOO HARD TO
FORGET, #3
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Tessa
Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high
school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop,
and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most
valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing
at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four
walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of
classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community
College and the English program at Pace University at the same time.
Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist
followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now
lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter.
Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to
be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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