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Teaser: TORT

on April 20, 2016April 20, 2016 By Samantha Young

Close up portrait of a sexy young couple kissing.

‪#‎TheOneRealThing‬ ‪#‎HartsBoardwalk‬

This September Jessica and Cooper’s epic romance will be hitting shelves everywhere books are sold. Preorder links available on my website http://authorsamanthayoung.com/harts-boardwalk/

Out Sept 6th.

‪#‎epicromance‬ ‪#‎romance‬ ‪#‎contemporaryromance‬ ‪#‎adultromance‬

 

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Who is excited for Conall and Thea's story? Just two weeks to go! . . When he explained GlenTorr’s history and spoke more of its unexpected success, Thea admitted she’d never tasted it. Upon hearing that, Conall led her to the bar after dinner. Sure enough, they had a bottle of his whisky. “You have to try it.” “I’ve never tried any whisky,” she confessed. “Well now, you definitely have to try it.” Conall ordered one whisky with ice and the other straight. “How come I get ice?” Thea frowned. “Waters it down a wee bit. Trust me, you’ll be glad for it.” “If you can drink it straight, I can drink it straight.” Conall grinned at her indignation. “Fine.” He changed his order. And then laughed when Thea took a gulp and spluttered when the burn hit her chest. She shot him a filthy look. “You could have warned me.” “Now where would the fun be in that? Sip it, lass. A whisky is to be nursed, not downed.” Doing as instructed, Thea sipped at the drink. “What do you think?” “It’s smoky. It’s weirdly nice,” she said. “We dry our malted barley using peat smoke,” he explained, and then his attention caught on a drop of whisky glistening on her lower lip. Conall reached out without thinking to catch the drop on his thumb. Thea tensed at the intimate action. Their eyes locked and everything he’d been feeling all day pooled heavily in a visceral need in his groin. Conall wanted to touch Thea. Everywhere. And he wanted her to touch him. It was a haze that made his heart race, his breathing deepen, and *everything *else in his world fade out. All he was left with was want. For this woman. It stayed with him as the mounting tension between them forced them to withdraw from the bar and head to their room. It remained with him as he showered, shaved, and changed back into his clothes since the hotel robe was too small for him. And it became all-consuming as he sat on the sofa, staring at a blank television screen while he listened to Thea shower, control straining at the knowledge she was naked in the next room. His imagination was vivid. He swelled uncomfortably against his jeans zipper. His skin felt too tight, too hot... - War of Hearts Out Oct 1st. What a fantastic signing. Thank you to all the readers who came to see me today. And it was so wonderful to sit on a panel with these talented ladies ❤ #readersontheriver #bookconference #booksigning Fangirl moment doesn't even describe it! Such a funny, gracious lady. A little in awe. Can you tell? 🤣 #jrward #fangirl #readersontheriver

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