Title: A Need So Insatiable
Author: Cecilia RobertGenre: New Adult Contemp Romance Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb: </ div> âYou've owned me from the moment I walked into that music room. You've wrapped yourself in my heart and mind. I canât get you out. I donât want to.â ~ Rafael Van Rees Sophie Fisherâs life is on fire. If sheâs not ducking around corners or slipping out of windows to escape the debt collectors her father's death has left knocking on her door, sheâs dealing with her rebellious, fifteen-year-old sister, Lilli. And, as if thatâs not enough, Rafael Van Rees crashes into her lifeâliterallyâ bringing with him a past the public has no idea of. Can she unravel his mysteries before he unravels her, or will his presence finally force her to face the demons she's trying to outrun?
I write YA, NA and Adult. My motto: Passion rules. I enjoy writing stories about people finding love in the most unexpected places, coupled with adventurous journeys, whether it's urban, fantasy, sci-fi, contemporary or paranormal romance. There's always a happy ever after, no matter how long it takes to get there. When I'm not working in my full time job, I don my supermom cape, or in most cases find myself trapped between the pages of a book in search for a hero who'll make me swoon with just a look or a word. My favourite form of therapy is knitting. Best. Therapy. Ever.
He nods curtly and as I turn, I feel his eyes on me. How does he manage to heat me up with just a look?I spin around to face him, irritated at my own feelings. How can he act like nothing happened, like there isnât a connection between us? Maybe itâs just me? He doesnât see it like I do. Ugh. Iâm stupid.âYou kissed me. Twice. Well, it wasnât really a kiss, but you look so . . . so . . . unaffected. Didnât you feel anything?â I blurt out, gripping the files in my hand. Shit! Why do I open my mouth without thinking things through? I swear, itâs like my emotions control what spews out of my mouth. Not my brain.He raises his right brow, studying me in that inscrutable way he does everything. âSorry. I didnât mean to--ââStop.â He commands softly. He pushes away from his desk and prowls toward me, the exposed muscles on his forearms shifting. His eyes lock on mine, pinning me where I stand. I swallow hard, trying to reign in my chaotic thoughts.âBelieve me, I did,â he says, halting in front of me. He tugs at the files clutched in my hands, and tosses them on the table by the door. He lowers his head a notch, and my lips part slightly, my body gravitating toward him. âYou have a beautiful mouth. Iâm so damn enthralled by it, I canât think straight when I look at you. So donât go thinking, for a second, that I didnât enjoy kissing you. Youâre not ready for my kiss, Sophie.âMy stomach clenches at the way he says my name.Oh, I am ready. I feel as if Iâve been ready, waiting for him to kiss me all my life.He inches closer. The heat coming off him slams into me as he slips one arm around my waist, spinning me around so my back is to him. He yanks me back, my shoulder hitting his chest. My breathing speeds up as his erection presses against my butt. He slides his hands down my waist to grip my hips, then flattens one palm on my stomach. My skin tingles as his warm breath fans the sensitive area behind my ear, sending shiver after shiver scattering all over my body. I lay my head back against his chest, and shut my eyes tight, trying to take one breath at a time, but I canât. His nearness is too overwhelming, his scent, freakinâ intoxicating.âWhen I finally kiss you, really kiss you, baby,â he says in a dark, low voice. âThereâll be no doubt about my feelings for you. Iâll fill every little part of this beautiful, curvy body of yours. I wonât just kiss you, Sophie. Iâll be priming you for what Iâve wanted to do from the second I saw you.âHe traces his tongue along the shell of my ear, then gently nips my earlobe. His slides one hand up, brushes his knuckles softly across my cheek and along my collarbone. Dropping his arms, he turns and walks away, the heels of his boots clicking on the polished, tile floor.Sweet freakinâ Moses! What the hell am I supposed to do with all these . . . feelings he just bombarded me with? My stupid knees feel like someone melted my kneecaps. My body wants to chase after him and tackle him down, roaring like a Viking. But my feet feel like fucking lead!I grab the doorknob to keep myself up. I press my forehead on the cool, wooden surface, breathing deeply to stop my lungs from giving out.âLet me know if you need any help with the projects, or anything.â He says the last word in a low, soon-youâll-be-mine voice, and just like that, he annihilates every single cell in my brain. I jerk around to face him. Heâs leaning back in his chair, his expression once again unreadable.Controlled.I force my feet forward, pick the files up and take a deep breath, praying itâs enough to carry me through the door, and to my desk.