GO WITH ME (With Me, Book
2) by Elyssa Patrick is out now!
New Adult/Contemporary
Romance - Recommended for readers 17 and older
I, Daphne Fox, have a few
things to confess:
1. I hate Nick Brady. Loathe.
Abhor. Can’t stand him 95% of the time.
2. That other 5%? I’m not
talking about that at all.
3. People think I’m lucky for
surviving the car crash. I disagree.
4. Nick is the only guy who
makes my nightmares go away.
5. I won’t love him, though.
Love is not worth the pain.
I, Nick Brady, have a few
confessions of my own:
1. I don’t hate Daphne Fox. At
all.
2. I find her scar sexy. Just
like the rest of her.
3. I may be her older brother’s
best friend, but that’s not going to stop me.
4. I love her.
5. And I’m going to do
everything I can to have her.
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About the Author
Elyssa Patrick is a former high school English teacher who left
the classroom to write contemporary romances and New Adult. She is currently
hard at work on her next novel.
Website: www.elyssapatrick.com
Twitter: @elyssapatrick https://twitter.com/ElyssaPatrick
~ Excerpt from GO WITH ME, copyright 2014 Elyssa Patrick ~
His mouth is on mine. He’s kissing
me. And . . . I can’t believe it. I can’t believe he’s kissing me.
And I can’t believe I’m not kissing
him back. I’m still in a state of disbelief where my mind is still processing
that we’re actually doing this.
Nick pauses, but he doesn’t back
away from me. He removes his mouth just enough that if he spoke, he would resume
the kiss.
And he does exactly that.
“Kiss me,” he whispers those two
words against me. Kiss me rubs along
my lips, his breath stealing into mine. The deep, soft rumbling vibration of
his low, sexy voice causes a tremor in my body, rocking me to my core.
Hell yeah, I’m going to kiss him
back. I’m not wasting this moment. Just like he’s rocking my world right now,
I’m so going to blow his mind.
I trail my fingers down his face,
more than pleased when I feel a muscle in his jaw leap against my touch, then
he stills himself. My fingers skim down his neck to the collar of his gray
Henley shirt. I grasp his shirt and one tiny button digs into my palm. I lean
up so my lips are almost touching
his, so that when I speak, my mouth would move against his.
I look into his blue, blue eyes and
whisper onto his lips, “Make me.”
He growls against my mouth—oh God,
that’s so fucking hot—and then holds my face in his hands.
“Daphne,” he says, “You don’t even
know what you do to me.”
Well, I have some idea, given what
I’m feeling right now pressed against me. But before I can make a smart
comeback, Nick kisses me.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Ever.
It’s not even a kiss. It’s a
claiming. It’s intent, signed, sealed, and delivered with every touch.
His lips are soft against mine,
teasing me—even as he marks me as his. He tugs gently on my lower lip, sucking
it into his mouth, and I whimper with need. I’m being branded.
It’s only fair that I brand him in
return.
I lean up even more on my toes and
loop my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his thick, wavy, dark
brown hair. I sigh into his mouth, the sound full of desire—for him. He hauls
me to him, and there’s no doubt in my mind whatsoever how much he wants me.
He’s so warm to my touch, and I
want to burrow into him . . . and then I want to take off all his clothes so I
can have my wicked way with him. I feel the hard length of him, hot and
insistent, against me, and I get wet at the thought of being with him, skin to
skin.
I kiss him, all the pent up passion
I’ve hidden for so long, pouring out of me and into him. I want him. I let him
know how much I want him. I take his
mouth with my own, biting gently on his lower lip. I soothe the slight sting
with my tongue, and he utters another sexy growl right before he slides his
tongue into my mouth.
Had I thought I was being kissed
before?
I was obviously mistaken.
Because this kiss? This kiss is the kiss. It’s like a planet bursting
into life in the galaxy—I never knew a kiss could be like this until now. Until
him.
His tongue meets mine, sweeping
into my mouth, and I taste him. Strong, sexy, hot—and all mine.
His hand moves to the back of my
neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he moves his lips. Pressing into me.
Wanting me.
Nick Brady wants me.
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