Title: TOUCH, Sovereign Part One
Author: B.J. Harvey
Publication Date: December 16, 2015
Genre: Romance Serial
Blurb
It started on a plane, a first class connection that spilled over into a lustful date on a rooftop.
She's very open, he's intriguingly mysterious with wicked intentions, all of which she wants directed her way.
Can she trust that feeling of heady lust that leaves her aching for his touch, or is there more to it when it comes to Barrett "Bullseye" Matthews.
Touch is part one of a new three part romance serial from USA Today Bestselling Author B.J. Harvey.
Taste (part two) is due for release January 2016 with the conclusion, Feel (part three) being released Late January/Early February 2016.
Amazon US - http://amzn.to/1Nw8TYe
Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/1lNWckV
Amazon AU - http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B019EAMSH4
iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/book/id1061451179
Kobo - https://store.kobobooks.com/ebook/touch-59
Excerpt
Thank heavens for free drinks in the first class seats my mom's new man had booked for me. And since I took my seat thirty minutes ago, I’d already downed a glass of champagne, adding to the two glasses of white wine I’d had in the airport bar while I was waiting to board. It was fair to say I was well on my way to tipsy, or at least careless enough to return the desire-filled gaze directed at me by the sexy guy who walked past on his way to his seat.
He was a very sexy, very fine specimen of a man with black slacks that stuck to his ass like Saran Wrap. His hair was as dark as the charcoal gray button down he wore, the fabric taut against his toned biceps. The shirt clung to his chest, covering pecs that any hot blooded woman would want to lick her way down on her way to the promised land between his thighs.
Just from the way he carried himself you could tell he was the type of man to take what he wanted without apology. Precisely the type of man I craved in my drunken state. A man to use and abuse my body and then kiss goodbye without consequence.
I knew he'd caught me staring by the knowing smirk gracing his lips. I’d never been a woman to hide my approval of such a fine specimen or to be embarrassed by doing it, but with the alcohol coursing through my veins, my confidence was buoyed. I continued to ogle him with lustful appreciation when his back was to me. When he reached his seat two rows ahead of me, he turned his head and smiled, a perfect white-toothed grin that I felt touch me somewhere deep inside.
Gone were the free drinks in my future—my target for entertainment was firmly shifted to the man with the cocky smile. Once the plane was in the air, I wanted to find out exactly what this man was about, preferably via in-flight entertainment of the naked kind.
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