About The Book:
Title: Linger
Series: In Vino Veritas #3
Author: Lauren Jameson
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 2, 2014
From the author of Breathe and Blush comes a blisteringly hot new novel about baring it all.…On her last night in Nevada before embarking on a yearlong veterinary internship, Scarlett Malone is celebrating—and looking for one night of incredible pleasure. But the man who draws her eye is not her usual type: He’s a cowboy whose alpha-male tendencies tempt her beyond belief. Scarlett can’t understand why she wants this man and no one else, but she’s determined to entice him to submit.…
Dr. Logan Brody lives an isolated life in rural Montana, running a ranch and suppressing his submissive tendencies. Only on his occasional trips does he give into his hidden urges. He can’t deny his scorching attraction to Scarlett or that she makes him want more, but he never lets anyone break him down fully. He’s hers for one night and one night only.
But when Scarlett shows up at Logan’s door as his intern for the year, he realizes that the walls around his heart are about to crumble—and that this sexy dominant woman has no intention of letting him keep control.…
Excerpt:
Scarlett kept her steps slow and deliberate as she left him, though her heart was pounding in a wicked rhythm against her ribcage—a rhythm born of excitement and anticipation.
What the fuck was that?
Forcing herself not to look back, Scarlett crossed the room, her goal a table that was far enough away that it was clearly a dismissal, and yet would give her an unobstructed view.
Logan.
The name suited him, suited the shadow of a beard that covered his jaw line, the attractive smirk that curled his lips, the challenge in his eyes.
She wanted another look at him.
But she would just have to wait. She was the one in control.
Hoping she was projecting outward calm, no matter how much anticipation was roiling inside her, Scarlett pulled out the tall chair, lifted herself onto it, feeling the stretch in the muscles that had once propelled her across a stage. Slowly she crossed one leg over the other, a deliberate tease, knowing the fact that she hadn’t yet looked back at him told him she didn’t care one way or another what he did.
But she did. Oh, she really, really did. And so she finally let herself look across the room, back to where she had left him.
She hadn’t given him leave to move. If he felt even half of what she did, he wouldn’t have. It was disconcerting how much she wanted him to still be there.
Deliberately torturing herself, she let her eyes skim the mosaic tiled floors. And then there he was.
He was still in place, though he had risen to his feet, staring after her. As their gaze met, Scarlett felt something tangible pulse in the air between them.
Slowly, expression wary, he dropped back down to his knees as she watched. He even went so far as to lace his hands behind his head, which told her that he was far from new to BDSM.
But he didn’t drop his eyes, instead leaving his stare fixated on her. Still, triumph washed over her, and Scarlett had to try very hard not to grin.
What the fuck was that?
Forcing herself not to look back, Scarlett crossed the room, her goal a table that was far enough away that it was clearly a dismissal, and yet would give her an unobstructed view.
Logan.
The name suited him, suited the shadow of a beard that covered his jaw line, the attractive smirk that curled his lips, the challenge in his eyes.
She wanted another look at him.
But she would just have to wait. She was the one in control.
Hoping she was projecting outward calm, no matter how much anticipation was roiling inside her, Scarlett pulled out the tall chair, lifted herself onto it, feeling the stretch in the muscles that had once propelled her across a stage. Slowly she crossed one leg over the other, a deliberate tease, knowing the fact that she hadn’t yet looked back at him told him she didn’t care one way or another what he did.
But she did. Oh, she really, really did. And so she finally let herself look across the room, back to where she had left him.
She hadn’t given him leave to move. If he felt even half of what she did, he wouldn’t have. It was disconcerting how much she wanted him to still be there.
Deliberately torturing herself, she let her eyes skim the mosaic tiled floors. And then there he was.
He was still in place, though he had risen to his feet, staring after her. As their gaze met, Scarlett felt something tangible pulse in the air between them.
Slowly, expression wary, he dropped back down to his knees as she watched. He even went so far as to lace his hands behind his head, which told her that he was far from new to BDSM.
But he didn’t drop his eyes, instead leaving his stare fixated on her. Still, triumph washed over her, and Scarlett had to try very hard not to grin.
About The Author:
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!
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