Love Series Box Set
by Melissa Collins
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The entire
series is together for a limited time.
This box set includes the complete Love
Series - Let Love In, Let Love Stay, Let Love Heal, Let Love Shine, Let Love
Be, and Let Love Live.
From New Adult to M/m Contemporary Romance, there's something in here for everyone. Laugh, cry, and fall in love with the couples of this bestselling series.
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EXCERPT
EXCERPT
from
Let Love
Be
After knocking on his door, I wait patiently and just hope
that he’s not too busy. His truck is in the parking lot, so I know he’s here,
but after two minutes, he still hasn’t answered. I knock again, but still no
answer.
I try the knob and it’s unlocked, so I crack the door open slightly and
peek into his living room. He’s not there, but I hear music buzzing through the
space. I step inside and pinpoint the loud bass of Pink Floyd pounding out from
his bedroom. He’s singing along, loudly and horribly off key, but it’s genuine
and full of life. Hearing the words of “Wish You Were Hear” fall from his lips
makes them sound even sweeter − the rhythm more sensual, the beat more erotic.
I drop the bags next to my feet, lean up against the
doorframe and watch him as he pulls a plank for hardwood flooring out of the
box next to him. The floor is bare except for the small area he’s completed in
the corner. There’s a small table saw set up and tools scattered all over the
sub flooring. Completely void of furniture and a rug, the sound fills the room
harshly, echoing off the walls and bare floor. How he still hasn’t heard me,
I’m not sure. It probably has something with the sheer volume of the music, but
I am thoroughly enjoying the show without him noticing me just yet.
With his shirt off, I see every rippled plane of hard
muscle gracing his back. Watching him feed the flooring carefully through the
guide on the saw, makes my mouth dry. His biceps flex and pull; his ass looks
like a work of art shifting under his threadbare jeans. They slide down his
narrow hips slightly and he just lets them hang there, unknowingly letting me
enjoy the show.
When the song comes to an end, and he’s done trimming the
plank of dark, maplewood flooring, he grabs a bottle of water and chugs down
half of it in one large gulp.
“Hi,” I mumble, my voice all breathy and filled with lust.
He turns at the waist, swiping his chorded-with-muscle forearm across
his mouth. “Hey,” his word holds a moment of surprise, before licking his lips
seductively. “You look breathtaking, love.” He scans my outfit − a tight black
skirt that falls in a cute ruffle right above my knees and a pale pink shirt
with pearly buttons down the center. I’ve come to realize he has a thing for
legs so I purposefully chose a pair of shiny, black three and a half inch heels
to wear today.
Strutting over to me, he reaches into my hair and pulls
out the clip that’s holding it up in a messy knot. “There, that’s better.” He
kisses my cheek as he inhales the vanilla-scented cloud that my falling hair
provides.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I stretch up on my toes a
little, pressing my lips right next to his ear. “No. You look…” Words escape
me, so I trace the tip of my tongue in a steamy, hot line around the outer
shell of his ear. I move my hands from his chest, enjoying the feel of his
chest hair under my fingertips, and coil them around his neck as I assault his
skin with my lips. A groan of pleasure rumbles in his throat as I lace my
fingers into his hair, pulling his neck to the side. Lightly grazing my teeth
over his skin, I nip gently. “You are absolutely edible.”
His mouth attacks mine, roughly and passionately. The
velvety slide of his tongue against mine sets a pulse of desire coursing
through my body. A small flicker of pain erupts at the nape of my neck as he
grabs a fist full of my hair, holding me in place as his tongue plunges hotly
into my willing mouth. The pain vanishes quickly and he licks and nips along my
jawline and down the exposed skin of goose bump covered neck. Mumbling against
my skin, he asks, “What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting later?”
He reaches down and grabs my ass, hitching my leg over his hip.
“You don’t seem too upset,” I rasp as I grind my hips
against his rock-hard erection. His only response is a low groan that I feel
vibrating against my chest, pebbling my nipples even more than they already
are. In two long strides, he moves us to the wall, sandwiching me between him
and it.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he says in between sensuous
kisses that leave my skin feeling as if it’s been licked by a flame. Holding
both of my wrists in one hand above my head, he stares fiercely into my eyes as
his other hand works the buttons of my shirt. He pulls it out of the waistband
of my skirt and gazes down at my breasts as they threaten to fall out my sheer
lace, pink bra.
My nipples press against
the thin fabric and his hungry stare makes them harden even more − almost to
the point of being painful. “Please, Evan,” I beg, but all he does is lick his
lips and lean his forehead against mine.
“Please, what?” he challenges before moving his mouth
across my neck and collarbone. Arching my back, I shove my breasts into his
face, hinting at what I want.
“Real subtle, love,” he chides as his fingers dance across
my ribcage, coming close to, but never touching me where I want him to. “But if
you want something, you’re going to have to tell me. I want to hear you.”
The moan that flies out of my mouth and reverberates
through the empty room is one born out of desire and frustration. We haven’t
made love in weeks and now he wants to test me, to make me beg. Turned on and
beyond annoyed, I arch my back again.
He simply tsks at me as he licks his lips. “I don’t want
anything between us this time, or ever again.” He holds my chin in his hand,
angling my head to his. “Now, tell me what you want,” he demands, sending
shivers of desire racing throughout my overheated body.
About the Author:
Melissa Collins
Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently.
When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance
novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the
characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own
took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series
was born.
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