Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Despair by Ryanne Anthony ♥ Book Blitz & GIVEAWAY ♥ (Contemporary Romance)




Cassidy Wren followed her dreams to sing from a farming community in Iowa to bustling New York City, with her small town boyfriend Eddie by her side. Tired of rejection, a fateful phone call leads them back to her hometown of Hampton, California.

Negative Ion keyboardist Greg Mitchell is embroiled in a nasty custody battle with his ex while attempting to heal and keep strong for the rest of the band members after the loss of a brother. Sparks fly when Cassidy and Greg’s paths collide, but the guilt from their unusual rendezvous may just be enough to destroy her. Plus, Cassidy’s new friend Kimber is hiding something and she suspects it has to do with missing Negative Ion drummer, Jaxon Malloy.

Cassidy soon finds her life in a complete flux and she doesn’t know who to choose: the man she knows will always be there for her or the man who sets her body aflame?





I felt him move closer then he pressed his hard, lean body into my back.
“Hello, Cass. I’m Greg.”
I breathed deeply, and closing my eyes, I took a step forward. I shook my head, wanting to scream that I didn’t know him, but at the same time, I just…I couldn’t. I wanted him and knew it as soon as he’d stepped into the elevator. I knew it because my nipples tightened and every hair, not just the ones on my neck, raised. I prayed the elevator would move faster. Tension crackled everywhere in that tiny space, and I shivered. I wanted this stranger.
“H-hello, Greg,” I managed to reply, tightly crossing my arms on my heavy breasts.
“We don’t have much time. I’d like us to stop talking now so that I can help with your problem. I have a condom.”
I closed my eyes tighter, trying to keep my breathing in control. My mouth went dry and I lost all train of thought so all I could say to that was: “Um, huh?”
“Shh,” he whispered at my ear, moving my hair to the left shoulder.
My pulse raced. He said nothing else. I saw his chocolate hand reach past me to the control panel and pulled the stop button. Next, the power shut off and it was dark. Pitch black dark, and it made me even more aware of the heat and tension that crackled like an open flame between us.
I felt his hand on my thigh, then my skirt hiked up achingly slow. His other hand gradually lowered down my quivering belly into the waist of my skirt. His fingers slithered inside my panties and I felt like I was choking as I panted in anticipation and waited… waited for his hand to reach where I needed him.
His finger finally reached my clit and circled it slowly. I gasped and threw my head back, the base landing on his hard chest. I heard my panties rip and then his other hand cupped my ass, then his long fingers entered me and I gasped when he began to stroke.
“You can tell me to stop, Cass,” he whispered heatedly into my ear.
Yeah, that’s not going to happen.





  
 







Born and raised in the Midwest, Ryanne Anthony is a wife, mother of two, daydream believer and writer whose third passion is giving life to the characters that occupy her mind, in hopes that she thoroughly entertains her reader and earn a fan or two.
“My goals in writing are to make my reader laugh, gasp, scream, yell, get angry, cry and nod. At the end of every story, I want them to THINK on what I've written, possibly identify on a storyline or two. Every book, I try to do that. I want to entertain you, to not regret spending time 'inside my head'.”



   



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    1. Hi Ryanne! Thanks so much for stopping by, and thank you for the compliment! It's a pleasure to "meet" you :)

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