One of my favourite Aussie steamy romance authors, Eden Summers is releasing her latest novella Ravenous!
She’s a small town caterer, he’s a big city chef, but they don’t need a kitchen to make things sizzle...
Erin McDonald likes her simple life in her small town:
no drama, no fuss, no uncertainty...until Jesse Hackett breezes back into town.
Erin never quite got over how he left for the bright lights of the big city,
and took her heart with him.
Jesse never regretted his decision to leave small town life behind and chase his big city dreams, but he’s always regretted leaving Erin behind. No woman has ever compared, and once he convinces Erin to let him touch her again, he’s never going to let her go.
Jesse never regretted his decision to leave small town life behind and chase his big city dreams, but he’s always regretted leaving Erin behind. No woman has ever compared, and once he convinces Erin to let him touch her again, he’s never going to let her go.
Sparks fly and fires are rekindled, but the basic divide still remains: what
really matters in life — location or love?
About Eden Summers
Eden Summers is a
true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic
young boys and husband. She has published five other titles both contemporary
romance and erotic romance genres.
Pre-order for $0.99!!
“What do you want?” She tried to appear
nonchalant, even though her body already started to betray her. Her breasts
tightened and her knees grew weak.
“What’s
on offer?” His lips parted in a full smile.
Erin
let out a sigh. She didn’t have time for this, and after eight years she still didn’t
have the strength for it. Jesse was her downfall, her Achilles heel and the
reason for every single relationship failure since he left town, taking her
broken heart with him.
“You’re
licking your lips as if you still want me.”
She
opened her mouth to protest and closed it again. He was right. She had been
licking her lips.
Bastard.
“And
you’re dripping,” he added.
“Now
that’s enough!” There may have been heat between her thighs but she sure as
hell wasn’t “dripping”. Jesse had been the first to touch her, the first to
teach her the ways of lovemaking and dominant desire, but he sure as shit
wouldn’t be able to tell that her panties were damp.
“I
meant your spoon,” he chuckled, indicating the piece of silver hanging from her
hand, “it’s dripping on the floor.”
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