Meet Liam & Megan in the newest stand alone
in the Hope Town Series by Harper Sloan!
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Blurb
(Stand alone)
I've loved once. I gave everything that I had to that love.
Blindly believing that nothing could ever take that feeling away from me. Away
from us. And when my little world of happiness was ripped from my fingers, I
felt a loss that still haunts me to this day.
Now I use that lingering grief as a shield to keep my heart
from loving again. It's that fear that keeps me from letting anyone, except my
daughter, get close enough to make it hurt. To make my heart bleed when I
inevitably lose again.
Until the day I met Liam Beckett and everything I thought I
had protected myself from was shoved back in my face.
He's on a mission to prove to me that a love worth having is
a love worth fighting for.
Tonya's Review
5 Stars
This is the second book in the Hope Town Series, which is a
spin off from the Corps Security Series.
You don’t have to read that series first, but this is about their
kids. You don’t have to read this series
in order either. I recommend you read
them all though. These two series are on
my list of favorite series. I love all
the couples. I think Liam and Megan are
my new favorites. But even Molly beats
them. Cohen was my favorite kiddo, but
he now has to share that title with Molly.
Megan is a widow and a mother of a beautiful little girl
names Molly. Megan is alive, but she’s
not living really. She has so much guilt
because of what happened to her husband, Jack.
He gave up everything for her and for Molly. He made them happy, and they loved each
other, but they weren’t in love. Megan
has gone through a lot, I’m not going to mention it all here, I hate posting
spoilers. Megan is protecting herself
from loss and in doing so she is keeping Molly away from love also. It takes Liam to show her and help her.
Liam Beckett knew Megan would be his. He just had to wait until she was finally
ready. I love how he helped her feel
again. He is amazing, that’s for
sure. Most guys wouldn’t have even tried
because she has a kid. He loves Molly
too.
“I’m counting, Megan, because if I don’t, I’ll take you
right here in the fucking hallway. Your
baby is right down the hall so that would be a bad idea. I’m counting because I’m trying to have
enough patience for the both of us. I’m
counting because my damn cock is so hard, I’m not sure how there is any more
blood flowing through my body. I’m
counting, Megan, because I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life
and that frustrates the shit out of me because you either can’t or won’t see
it. I need you to see it baby. I really need you to see. I’m counting because since last night, leaving
you when I wanted nothing more than to drag you home where I can keep you safe,
I’ve been filled with nothing but worry about how you’re handling
everything. I guess you could say I’m
counting so I don’t lose my shit.”
Little Molly is such a living and very smart little
girl. Her “makeupovers” had me
laughing. She has all of the Corp, and
Hope Town men wrapped around her little finger.
They have tea parties and play princess together.
Excerpt #1 (New to Tour)
His mouth leaves mine and with his hand still on my leg, he
demands, “Dig your heels in deep, baby.”
I give him what he wants, but not because he told me
to. I give him what he wants because
when his hand leaves my leg and pushes into the mattress, bringing his body up
he goes even deeper into my body and those heels push hard.
Just as he demanded earlier, my hands go to his shoulders on
my own accord and as he takes my body hard, my nails dig in with my heels still
pushing hard against the small of his back.
Our eyes never leave each other’s probing gaze. Never once do I take my eyes away from his,
so full of lust that I know there isn’t an ounce of control left in his body.
He drops his head and I lift up to meet him in a kiss so
sweet it doesn’t match the powerful way that he’s taking my body. A kiss that gives me more than words ever
could at this moment. His hips slow and
as his tongue rolls against mine, his hips start to take me in slow, deep
rolls. He doesn’t pull back, just rocks
his hips against mine.
I push up and cry out when he slips even deeper.
His lips come from mine and his hooded eyes open a
sliver. “Feels like heaven,” he says
softly. “Everything, darlin’. Feels like everything.”
**Prologue and additional excerpt have been previously
released**
Prologue
Prologue - Megan
Holy shit.
What am I doing?
“Oh, God! Right
there… I’m coming… Don’t stop!”
Is that me screaming like that?
Holy shit.
I didn’t even know that noises like that could come out of
my mouth!
“You like that?” he asks with his lips pressed against my
neck – the vibrations shooting straight to my core.
I focus, my now alcohol free vision, on the man thrusting
above me. His dark hair is blending in
with the shadows that are dancing around the room. His face is a mask of ecstasy as he thrusts
into my waiting body. It’s a look of
pure desire that I will never forget.
What the hell am I doing?
“You feel so good.
Your body so greedy for my cock.
You want it harder, darlin’?”
I moan shamelessly and feel my body get even wetter with his
huskily whispered words.
Screw it – this feels way too good to stop now.
I reach down, dig my fingers in the firm globes of his ass,
tip my head back and beg. Beg with
incoherent cries for him to take me harder.
To take everything he can.
**Two Hours Earlier**
“You look beauuuutiful,” I sing as Dani Reid – No, Dani Cage
– walks over to sit next to me at one of the tables scattered around the backyard
wedding.
She looks at me, her stunning green eyes bright with love
and happiness.
“And you sound a little drunk, my friend,” she laughs.
I just smile at her, running my fingers through the lace on
her wedding gown. “This is soft.”
She just laughs and leans back and looks across the yard to
where her new husband, Cohen, is standing by the dock talking to some of his
friends. This is another one of those
moments when I’m reminded that this group doesn’t have a single unattractive
person in it. I take a second to look at
all the well-built, good-looking men standing around him. When my eyes meet Liam Beckett’s, I look away
quickly. For months now Liam has made no
secret that he would love nothing more than my undivided attention.
“They’re all so unfairly hot. No men should be that attractive,” I whisper
in awe, gaining me another chuckle from Dani.
I blush when I realize that my thoughts aren’t staying in my head, where
they belong. When I look back over to
where the group of men are standing, my eyes hit the familiar pair of deep
brown ones again, eyes that always seem to know each and every time I’m looking
their way. I quickly look away, feeling
that blush get even brighter. I’m not
ready to deal with him right now. At
least not when I’m this tipsy.
Picking up my wine glass, I take another healthy swallow as
I do a quick scan, taking in all that is the Reid Family property. They’ve done a beautiful job transforming the
backyard of Dani’s family home for Cohen and Dani’s wedding. I still can’t believe that Dani managed to
pull off a surprise wedding without Cohen even catching the smallest hint of
her plans.
“Are you sure you’re okay with Molly spending the night with
my parents, Megs? I know it’s hard for
you to leave her overnight, but they just love your daughter to pieces. And I know Owen loves having her
around.” Dani reaches out and takes the
hand I had resting against the table while she speaks.
“Yup,” I smack and nod my head.
“You’re drunk,” she says, repeating her earlier observation.
“I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy.
There’s a huge difference there.
If I was drunk I wouldn’t be able to walk. Watch!”
I jump up from my chair with a little more power than I mean
and quickly stumble when the narrow heel of my five-inch shoes sinks into the
soft grass beneath me.
“Whoa, there darlin’.”
I feel it, those words, every single syllable deep down in
my gut. Each rumbled word vibrating
through my body creating a slow burn until they end with a sharp pulse between
my legs. His arms locked at my elbows and my back solidly against his front –
where my graceless stumble caused me to end up. I jerk my body tight and feel
his laughter reverberate through my body once again.
I attempt to pull my arms from his loose but strong hold,
only to give up when it becomes clear that he isn’t going to let go. Shifting until my face is turned, he lets one
arm go and helps me spin until I’m facing him, and moves his hands from my
elbows to my hips.
“Hey,” he says with a smile, the dimple in his cheek popping
out.
“Liam,” I sigh and then curse myself for not being able to
hide my reaction to him.
His smile turns knowing and his eyes darken before dropping
to my lips.
I gulp.
“You should be more careful, Megs.”
“It’s Megan,” I snap.
“I know, babe, you don’t have to keep reminding me.”
“Then why can’t you seem to actually remember it?” I squeak
and try to pull my body away from his grip – and fail, again.
“Someone doesn’t sound drunk anymore.” I hear Dani speak but
I don’t take my gaze off Liam. “She does
look it though.” She muses on a laugh, which finally gets my eyes to snap to
hers.
“I’m fine! I just had
a few glasses of wine and I haven’t eaten much.
But, I most definitely am not drunk.
I think I would know if I was drunk.”
Okay, so that’s a lie.
I might not be drunk, but I am definitely slightly past tipsy. Dealing with Liam – or rather my attraction
to Liam – is hard enough for me on a good day, when I’m completely sober. But with this amount of wine flowing through
my body, I just can’t trust myself.
It’s taken everything I have to keep him, and his obvious
interest, at bay for the last couple months.
When he’s around he goes out of his way to get me alone and lay it
out. He wants me.
“You look stunning when those shadows aren’t rolling around
your shoulders,” Liam whispers, his lips press close enough to my ear that I
can feel his words one by one against my skin.
I shiver, his words hitting me close to home, but the tone
causing me to forget I should be pushing him away. Especially when he’s talking about things
that he has no business speaking about.
“I’m fine,” I stammer.
“Yeah, darlin’, I know you are.”
His eyes keep their hypnotizing hold on my own. I hear Dani excuse herself. I don’t turn to watch her disappear in the
lingering crowd of party-goers that are still left milling around. The music is still floating in the air around
us. As I look into his eyes everything
around me feels like it’s…alive. It’s a
feeling that I’ve been missing for the last few years. A feeling that only comes to visit when I’m
with my daughter, or until recently, when Liam Beckett is in the same
room. It’s a feeling that, even though I
shouldn’t, I feel guilty for allowing myself to enjoy.
Whether it’s the wine, the fact that Molly left a few hours
ago with Dani’s parents, or the man standing in front of me, all I know is if I
don’t hold on to this feeling for as long as I can right now, I’ll regret it
for years to come.
“Megs,” he says on a sigh, his fingertips digging in and his
eyes swirling with a rich hopefulness that turns those golden flecks you can
normally see swimming in his brown eyes into a burning fire lighting his gaze.
Hungry eyes.
I don’t think. If I
had given myself just a second to process my next move, I’m sure I would have
backed out of his hold and run as fast as I could to my car. But, I didn’t think, so my next move was
pure, one-hundred-percent Megan. But not
the Megan I’ve been for the last couple years since my husband died. No, this Megan feels like I’ve finally dug
myself out of those ashes I’ve been living in since my life burned up around
me. The cloak of depression that
normally lingers loosely around my shoulders, dropping to my feet with the feel
of Liam pressed tight. I know this
feeling won’t last, but I suddenly want to hold on to every second I can of
this experience, until it leaves me.
I reach out and curl my fingers around his forearms. My eyes growing wide when his brow
lifts. With a quick push I rock up and
close the distance that is left between our mouths. When my lips touch his, that feeling of being
alive burns so bright every nerve in my body feels it, each inch of skin
boiling and cooling so quickly it’s as if I can’t make up my mind if I want to
be hot or cold. My hairs stand on end,
my skin pebbles – going cold before rushing heat fills my veins, and the very
thump of my heart seems to skip a beat the second our lips touch.
One thing I know for sure.
I want this. I want this and
Liam’s going to give it to me.
He doesn’t pause. His
groan vibrating against my chest only lights the feeling that is firing through
my skin. My hands move from his forearms
and I run my hands up his chest until both hands curl around his neck and I use
the hold to pull my body even closer to his.
His hands move from my hips and he curls them around my
bottom, pulling me tightly against his body.
When I feel the very obvious sign of his attraction, I moan deeply, and
shiver when he answers with one of his own.
I can’t tell you how long this kiss lasts. When his tongue moves to swipe against my
lips, I open without reservation. We
continue, our tongues dancing together while each of our moans are swallowed by
the other, until I have to pull away to gulp a breath of air before I pass out
– however, the way I feel right now, passing out might very well be a
possibility.
“This is finally happening,” he snarls in a tone that should
scare me, but all it does is act as kerosene to our already uncontrollable fire
of lust.
“It is,” I agree without question.
“Now,” he says.
“Okay,” I agree on a sigh and sway toward his hard body.
With the encouragement he needs, his hands finally leave my
body. He turns me, wraps one thick arm
around my shoulder, and turns to walk toward the front of the house.
“We’re leaving?” I question lamely.
“Darlin’ I didn’t stutter.
This is happening,” he says, pausing when he reaches the side of the
house and the shadows that will give us the privacy we need. His body turns, moving me to stand before him
once again. “I need to know you’re with
me, Megan. I’ve wanted this since the day
I met you, but I knew you weren’t ready for me.
I’ve been trying to keep my distance, just waiting for those clouds to
leave your eyes. If you don’t want me to
take you back to my house, strip you naked and fuck you until you can’t walk
for weeks, then say so now, because the second I have you I won’t be letting
go.”
“Oh, boy,” I whisper.
“I prefer oh God, but I’ll make that the first item on my
to-do list.”
“You’ll make what?”
“My to-do list, Megs.
The list of things I’ve wanted to do to you for months now. Making you scream oh God will be number one,
followed by my name, of course.”
“Oh, God,” I repeat, my mind swilling with the promise his
words inflict.
“Yeah, you’re getting it.”
His mouth crashes down on mine for a hard but quick kiss
before pulling back and giving me another one of those knee-melting
smirks. “Last chance, Megan,” he
whispers while his hands are framing my heated face.
Whatever he sees in my eyes is enough, he gives me a light
kiss, takes his hands from my face and curls one around my left hand and pulls
me toward his truck.
Excerpt #3
“Last chance,” he tells me with a wicked grin. “And this time I mean last one, darlin’. We take this step and make no doubt about it,
you will be mine. You give me this and I
fucking promise you that I will never make you regret taking that step. You ready to jump from that chapter you’ve
been skimming through and skip into mine?”
I give him a smile, one that is full of confidence and not
the least bit unsure as the words that he had told me weeks before come back
between us.
“I’m ready.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Buckle up, baby.”
My smile doesn’t slip for a second. Not when I pull my belt across my chest. Not when he slams the door and races to his
own. It grows wider when he slams the
truck in drive and fishtails back onto the path that will take us back toward
town. It isn’t until his big hand
reaches out and takes my leg in his strong hold that my smile slips slightly,
but it only slips because my head falls back and I whimper and try to rub my
legs together to ease the ache between them.
I lose the smile completely when my mouth drops open and that whimper
turns into a loud whine as his long fingers dance up my legs until he slips
beneath the hem on my shorts and pushes my panties to the side, pressing
against my clit in sure movements that have me panting in seconds.
“Fucking drenched,” he grounds out through his tightly
clamped teeth.
I roll my head against the headrest and look across the cab
at his face. His finger dips from my
swollen clit and as he drops his hand lower, his wrist twists slightly so that
when he gets there his finger slides deep inside me.
My legs spread instantly when his thick finger fills me and
I hear his rumbled groan fill the space around us as he slides his finger as
deep as his position allows before pulling it back, then repeating his
movements until I can feel myself soaking his hand. If he keeps this up, I won’t last. He adds a second finger and my hand digs into
the door and I reach out, wrapping my other around his forearm and choke on
shattered breaths when he thrusts his fingers so deep, I feel like I’ve been
electrocuted as he hits that spot that has me panting, whimpering and begging
incoherently.
“Please, Lee, please,” I pant. How I formed those words, I’ll never know.
“Fuck,” he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even
higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so
deep inside you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness.”
His fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the
force of my grip.
“Please, oh God. Not
without you, please.”
I pray he understands my plea and when he curses, I know he
gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I
cry out, causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor
blush. His leg slams down and I feel the
truck pick up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every
drop of my wetness from his skin.
“Holy shit,” I exhale.
“You’re getting my mouth first, darlin’. That wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me,
I’m starved.”
I say nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about
to slam from my chest as I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt
to ease the burn he’s lit between my legs.
About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the
house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a
borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with
her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the
house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect
way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding
alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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