{"id":17279,"date":"2017-02-09T07:35:17","date_gmt":"2017-02-09T13:35:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17279"},"modified":"2017-02-05T11:00:02","modified_gmt":"2017-02-05T17:00:02","slug":"promo-embody-by-se-hall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17279","title":{"rendered":"#Promo – Embody by SE Hall"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Title: Embody
\nAuthor: S.E. Hall
\nGenre: New Adult Romance<\/h4>\n

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My world changed when I met Bellamy Morgan.
\nJust one problem \u2014 she’s my little sister’s best friend.<\/h3>\n

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I’m not “damaged.” No horrible childhood or demons in my past I’m trying to outrun. In fact, my family is ideal \u2014 funny, supportive and filled with couples that all follow “our” golden rule:<\/p>\n

Find her. Protect her. Love only her, with everything you are, every day, for the rest of your life.<\/i><\/p>\n

So why is it the mere thought of a monogamous relationship, more than one night with the same woman, sends me bolting in the other direction?<\/p>\n

Because I hadn’t met Bellamy Morgan yet.<\/p>\n

When I do cross paths with her, everything starts to slowly make sense. Why men change overnight \u2014 suddenly blind to all women but her<\/i>, happy to hold her purse and watch corny movies.<\/p>\n

Just one problem \u2014 she’s my little sister’s best friend.<\/p>\n

Embody is a spin-off, STANDALONE novel from the bestselling Evolve Series.<\/i><\/p>\n

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Amazon US<\/a> | Amazon UK<\/a> | Amazon CA<\/a> | Amazon AU<\/a>
\niBooks<\/a> | B&N<\/a><\/h3>\n

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JT<\/p>\n

Going to fucking attack her. In the nicest way possible of course, but attack<\/em> nonetheless.<\/p>\n

She expects me to sit still, way over here, when I could be on her in one move? Sliding my tongue over the firm swells about to topple out of her top. Inching those little panties down her long, smooth legs to sink my face into her sweet, bare pussy.<\/p>\n

Yeah, this isn\u2019t gonna work for me. My baby\u2019s smokin\u2019 hot body is barely hidden, a few teasing strips of lace the only things standing between me and fucking nirvana. What kind of man would I be if I didn\u2019t show her, Right. Now. How good I can make her feel?<\/p>\n

And what has gotten into her? My sweet, shy, virginal Bellamy has gone all wildcat on me\u2026not that I\u2019m complaining, just wondering is all.<\/p>\n

She knows I\u2019m looking my fill; her cheeks flushed a beautiful, innocent pink, her chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths. God, I want her. Want to devour every single part of her, slowly the first time\u2014memorizing all the trembles, whimpers and soft moans I know she\u2019ll give me. Then start over, like a fucking savage\u2014biting, sucking and tasting until she begs me inside her, never to leave.<\/p>\n

I hear my own deep, frenzied breaths as I adjust my rock-hard cock, threatening to bust out of my zipper. Feeling the leak of pre-cum, the deep, pulling ache in my balls.<\/p>\n

\u201cJefferson,\u201d she purrs my name, uncrossing her legs only to sexily cross them again. \u201cI see I have your undivided attention, so there\u2019s a few things we need to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo I want to eat you out? Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gasps, as though offended, but the sheer lace betrays her, showcasing her nipples that harden into sharp little points, begging for my mouth.<\/p>\n

Her lids droop lazily and a desire, need<\/em>, matching my own shapes her raspy voice. \u201cNo, and don\u2019t be so vulgar. We already talked about lying, so we won\u2019t rehash that. We will, however, move on to other behaviors that need rectified. I believe in positive reinforcement and since you speak Mars and I speak Venus, we\u2019re gonna learn to meet in the middle and speak Earth. Thus, my risqu\u00e9 ensemble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care if we talk in Neptunish, so long as you keep wearing it. Or let me take it off you,\u201d I practically howl, nearing my breaking point.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe car,\u201d she breezes right over my reasonable request and states in a no-nonsense voice. \u201cI didn\u2019t want it, and don\u2019t feel comfortable having it forced upon me. Jefferson, what you need to learn is how to harness your protective, alpha instinct in a way that makes me want<\/em> what you want<\/em>. It\u2019s called finesse. The fine line between turning me on so much that I can\u2019t wait to make you happy and pissing me off so bad I want to slap you, again<\/em>. Now, tell me what would be a better way to approach that type of thing next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

She brushes her long, auburn locks behind her shoulders, giving me an unencumbered view of her chest and beautiful, mouthwatering cleavage. And I\u2019m supposed to think<\/em>?<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby,\u201d I try not to whine like a virgin with the tip already in, \u201cI don\u2019t know the answer. Help me out here, I\u2019m dying<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you insist on the car?\u201d She may be trying to pull off \u201cemboldened,\u201d but her hand trembles as she lowers one thin strap of her top a few inches off her shoulder, baring just a hint of one swollen, dark pink areola. I groan in actual<\/em> pain, shifting again to give my swelling cock some room to suffer.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I care about you, very much, and the thought of your long bus rides with God only knows how many horny, ill-mannered men makes me crazy. With a car, you can sleep in, sit down and have a decent breakfast, toss your books in the backseat and give us more time to spend together. Time we currently spend chasing each other around town because of bus schedules, my job and miscommunication.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s<\/em> what you should have said, discussed with me before<\/em> pulling into the dealership. Do you see the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see part of your nipple.\u201d I scoot to the edge of the couch.<\/p>\n

She shakes her head with an exasperated tsk and no, God, no\u2026pulls the strap back up.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, I get it! Pull it back down, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTry it. Pretend it\u2019s yesterday and talk <\/em>to me about your car idea.\u201d She grins, thriving on my torture.<\/p>\n

Any thought I\u2019ve ever had about luring Bellamy out of her shell, building her comfort level to be physical with me\u2026this is not<\/em> what I had in mind. Leave it to my feisty lil\u2019 woman to switch up the plans on me.<\/p>\n

I begin to recite the same speech I just gave her, inserting a \u201cplease,\u201d \u201cwhatever you want,\u201d and \u201ctotally up to you\u201d as often as I can. When I\u2019ve said all I can possibly think of in a deep, sexy voice, I wait.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery good, babe. Remember that though next time you get some crazy idea on rearranging my life or bossing me into something. I don\u2019t want lip service. I want mutual respect, and sexy assertion that I can\u2019t resist, even when I\u2019m clothed.\u201d She dazzles me with a disarming smile\u2026and lowers the left strap all <\/em>the way down.<\/p>\n

Fucking beautiful. Real, round, high, firm and topped with a rosy nipple of the perfect size. My chest vibrates with my approving rumble, my lips and fingers both twitching for a sample.<\/p>\n

\u201cBellamy,\u201d I warn her, feral and untamed, scooting closer, the very edge of the couch quickly disappearing.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay put, Jefferson. I mean it. We\u2019re not done. I\u2019ll be paying the sales tax and the fee to register the car. And if things between us don\u2019t work out, I\u2019ll be giving it back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Precious. But wrong. So wrong. \u201cThe sales tax was paid as part of the deal. If paying to register it makes you happy, fine. As for the other,\u201d I slowly inhale, weighing the consequences, and decide to go on, \u201cI don\u2019t want to think about us not working out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t either,\u201d she smiles sweetly. Glad she agrees because not working out simply isn\u2019t an option. \u201cYou\u2019re quite the quick study, Jefferson.\u201d Her hooded, jade eyes hold my gaze prisoner as she slips the right strap down over the tan slope of her shoulder. Her whole, gorgeous chest is bared to me now, skin flushing under my unwavering, lascivious stare.<\/p>\n

My girl is stacked<\/em>. If I wasn\u2019t a \u201cboob guy\u201d before\u2026I sure as hell am now.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby, damn. I have to touch you,\u201d I growl, starting to rise.<\/p>\n

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