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Love Not at First Sight: Third Extract

Want a steamy forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers romance? Here is the third extract from my upcoming romance book, Love Not at First Sight, coming July 20th!

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I hear her moving over the rocks and dirt as she pushes herself up into a sitting position.

“Are you hurt?” she asks. Then even though we’re not touching I feel her shiver violently.

“No. I’m fine.”

She shivers again.

“Dang it, you’re right,” she says. I hear her zipper and she kicks off her pants. “What’s your name?”

“Sam,” I say automatically. Usually I introduce myself as Frederick to strangers. Frederick Knight. But this situation is different. I don’t want to be Frederick Knight down here. Not in this dark cave, freezing my ass off, cut off from civilization and possibly without a way out.

“I’m Veronica,” she says. “Figured we should introduce ourselves before we do the horizontal tango.”

I cough and sputter. “Ahh, what?”

“Kidding. Don’t they always have sex in the movies to ward off hypothermia?”

“Right.” I swallow.

“Seriously. Come here. My head hurts like a son of a gun and I’m freezing.”

I feel the ground and move across the damp rock. When I touch her arm she lets out a long sigh. It does feel good. She’s cold. So am I. But where our skin touches there’s a warm thrum that makes me want to press every inch of our bodies together.

“Feels better,” she says. “Do you mind?” She inches closer and presses her side to mine.

“No. That’s good,” I say.

I sit for a moment and enjoy the warmth between us, but then she shivers again.

“Screw this. Come here.” I open my arms and legs, and even though she can’t see, she can hear. She moves in between my legs and leans her back against my chest. I wrap my arms and legs around her and start to rub my hands over her skin. Then I rub my hands briskly together to create heated friction and run them over her again.

She burrows against me and lets out a sigh.

“Thank you,” she says against my chest and the heat of her breath and her body warms me.

“Of course,” I say and I keep running my hands over her.

After a while her skin warms and her shivers become less violent and more muted. When they do she shifts around and rubs her hands together. Then she moves them over my arms and my chest. Her hands are delicate, her fingers are long and thin with calluses at the tips. I shiver as she drags her hands down my chest.

“Cold?” she asks.

I nod, even though I know she can’t see me. I don’t think I can speak. She keeps creating warmth between her palms and then running her hands down my arms, my chest, my legs. I can’t see anything. Which is the only explanation I have for why I find her touch the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t know where her fingers are going to land next. And because I can’t see anything, my other senses are completely focused on her. The rhythm of her breath and the whisper of her shifting movements against the rock. The heat of her hand dragging over me and sending warmth coursing through me. Everywhere she touches, heat spreads. Her hands move up my legs, my thighs… I stop her progress by placing my hands over hers. She stills. Then I draw her in close and wrap her against me. My breath is harsh in the quiet.

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Love Not at First Sight: Extract #2

Want a billionaire, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers romance? Here is the second extract from my upcoming romance book, Love Not at First Sight, coming July 20th!

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Sam

I kick my legs, fighting to pull the woman to the surface. I have a hold of her beneath her arms. She’s a dead weight and I pray that she’s okay, that she didn’t get hurt in the fall. The icy water urges me to kick harder. There’s no light. I can’t tell up from down. I’m going on pure instinct, and a prayer, please God, let me be swimming toward air.

I kick harder. My heart pounds in my ears and my lungs ache. Maybe I chose the wrong direction. Up was down, or down was up and I’m swimming to the bottom of the water. I start to panic. Then, just when I’m about to turn around, reverse direction, we break the surface. I gasp, drag in a harsh breath then cough and sputter. I draw the woman’s head higher. Float on my back and hold her against my chest. She coughs and sputters.

Then, “Are you okay?” she asks. Her voice is ragged and soft.

Before I can answer, her head falls again to my chest and her body goes limp.

My blood goes cold.

“I’m okay. Are you alright?”

She doesn’t answer, she lies heavy and still against me. I kick my legs to keep us at the surface and feel for her pulse. I let out a sigh of relief, it’s strong and steady. At least there’s that. She shivers and I’m reminded of how cold the water is. Like an ice bath. We’re going to get hypothermia if I don’t get us out of it soon.

But I can’t see. There’s no light. I dropped my phone when I went to grab her. I saw her flashlight fly from her grasp. Then I remember my watch. It’s a waterproof divers watch, a twenty-thousand-dollar piece that my sister bought me last year for my birthday. She laughed because she said she’d spent my money to get it. I’ve worn it ever since. Thank the Lord. I press a button on the side and the display glows. It gives a dim light that barely illuminates the space around my hand. I hold up my arm and twist the watch in the air. The light catches on the white stone and reflects around the cavern. The water that was black in the pitch dark is turquoise and clear where the light hits. There. About twenty feet away I can just make out what looks like water hitting rock. I can’t be sure. The light is too dim. But I swim that way because right now it’s our best chance.

I’m breathing hard and shivering harder by the time I reach the rock wall.

“We made it,” I tell the woman. I lift her onto the rock first, roll her onto the surface and then I climb out after her. Water sluices onto the rock and runs around us. It’s cold. It’s too damn cold. I feel for the woman’s pulse. It’s still strong, but her skin is like ice and she’s shaking.

“You’ll be okay,” I say. I keep talking, because it’s so dark and quiet in here that any voice, even my own, is better than the silence. “I’ve never been so scared as when I saw you fall,” I tell her. I keep my voice low and soothing. I don’t know how we’re going to get out of here. Or even if there is a way out. My phone is gone, hers is likely in her pack which is still up on the stalagmite at the top of the crevice. To be sure I pat her pockets. Carefully. I don’t want her waking up thinking I’m some creep taking advantage. Nothing. They’re empty. Not that a phone could get reception down in the depths of a cave.

“We’ll get out of here,” I tell her. I put my hand on her arm. Dang, she’s cold. “I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

I hear a scratching noise and then a rhythmic crunch, crunch, scratch. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. There’s something else here with us.

I hit the display of my watch and look around. Nothing. I can’t see anything. I hold it over the woman. I can barely make out the shape of her face.

She shivers again and I make a decision. I have to get her warm and I have to get her to help. I think the most urgent thing right now is getting warm.

But how?

Body heat. But first we need out of these soaking wet clothes.

“Damnit.”

I kick off my shoes and socks and then pull off my T-shirt. I wring the water out of them and set them out on the rock. Then, I strip down to my boxers and wring out my shorts. I’m too cold to feel awkward. I jump up and down and rub my hands over my clammy skin. Then I kneel down next to the woman.

I untie and pull off her hiking boots and socks. Then I work the soaking wet long-sleeved shirt over her head. I wring it out and put it next to her socks and boots. I feel around in the dark for the buttons to her pants. The skin of her stomach is cold and taut.

I find the button.

Suddenly, her hand lashes out and grabs my throat. She squeezes and I freeze.

“Take off my pants and I’ll kill you and leave your body in the dark.”

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More Giveaways Now for Romcom Book Chasing Romeo Release

Last week I shared the first of 5 road trip locations for my upcoming romcom book Chasing Romeo (being released on May 25). This marks week 2 of the giveaways on Instagram.

Chasing Romeo is a hilarious road trip romcom romp that takes place in cities all across the USA, from the east coast to the west. There are many, many misadventures along the road to love.

Enemies to lovers? Yes. Opposites attract? Yes. Soul mates? Yes. Laugh out loud? Heck yes.

I wanted you to be able to join in the fun. So, for all of you who want to get your summer road trip on vicariously through my upcoming romcom book Chasing Romeo, head over to Instagram and join in!

Every Monday I will post a postcard pic of a city from the book Chasing Romeo. Go ahead and follow @sarahreadyauthor, post in your story and tag me, and guess the location in the picture. I’ll randomly draw a winner every Thursday.

Head on over to Instagram to learn more.

Here is the second post:

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