Sneak
Peek Excerpt
Excerpt
from Kaleidoscope Hearts by Claire Contreras.
“Look at me,
Elle,” he says, using the deliciously low demanding voice that once
made my toes curl and my eyes roll back, and I have no choice but to
tilt my head to give him my attention. “Forget those lame guys
you’re dating.
Let
me take you out.”
My heart, if
possible, spikes further in my chest, overriding all warning of the
impending chaos that’s sure to come. I try turning my attention to
the poster hanging beside me, but the kissing couple makes me look
back at him and the deep green eyes that are burning into mine. My
stomach does a flip-flop, the way it always does when he looks at me
that way and I try to take my hands back because these feelings are
too scary for me to deal with right now, but he holds them tighter,
bringing them up to his mouth and kissing the tip of my ring finger.
Why did he pick that finger to kiss? I pull harder and he finally
lets my hand drop.
“I can’t,”
I say, my voice coming out hoarse.
A myriad of
emotions flash in his eyes before they settle on determination and
I’m forced to take a step back, away from his scent, away from his
warmth, and into the cold closet behind me.
“Why not?”
I sigh,
finally looking away, back down to his naked feet. “I just can’t.”
He knows why not. He shouldn’t ask me that question. “What’s
Vic doing, anyway?”
His body
moves into mine so quickly that I don’t have time to react to his
large hands clutching my arms or his face dropping until we’re nose
to nose. I just stare, wide eyed, waiting for his lips to fall over
mine, but they don’t. He just looks at me, breathes on me, lets me
breathe on him, and he groans. And that fucking groan travels from
his body into mine and crawls into the core of me, draping over every
fiber inside of me.
“What do
you want, Oliver?” I whisper against his lips. “What do you want
from me? You want to kiss me? You want to fuck me? You want to come
into my life like the hurricane that you are and tear down everything
I’ve rebuilt and disappear just as quickly?”
His lips
brush slightly against mine, just a breath of a touch as he stands
there, crowding me like he’s about to devour me. But he won’t. He
never goes in for the kill. He just lures me, casts me, reels me in
and pulls away. His hands drop and his face leaves mine with the same
quickness and I feel a pang deep inside me that I wish wasn’t
there.
“I’m
sorry,” he says quietly, shaking his head in a movement that makes
his hair sway back and forth. His eyes are soft on mine now and I can
almost hear his thoughts: I
should have never kissed her. I should have never—
My brows
rise in surprise at the apology, though. There are so many things I
can say to him, but the sudden defeated look in his eyes keeps my
mouth shut. Finally, I exhale and push off the wall, standing in
front of him, with enough distance between us that we can’t reach
out and touch each other.
“It’s
okay just… don’t do it again. The kiss the other day was a
mistake…” I stop talking and walk past him, putting my bra away
and sorting through my underwear drawer like it has some sort of
hidden treasure or something. This time when I feel him come up
behind me, I drop my head and exhale. He really needs to stop
sneaking up behind me.
“Oli—“
I start and gasp when I feel his lips on the back of my neck, soft
and warm. My heart thunders and my hands begin to shake inside the
drawer so I close my eyes and focus on breathing. He drops another
kiss right beside that spot. I never knew the back of my neck was so
sensitive. The feeling sends a ripple of sensation down my arms and
through my body.
“It wasn’t
a mistake,” he says in a husky whisper that makes my flesh break
out in goose bumps. “You’ve never been a mistake. You want me to
tell your brother that I want to take you out? Is that what it would
take?”
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Blurb
He
was my older brother's best friend.
He
was never supposed to be mine.
I
thought we would get it out of our system and move on.
One
of us did.
One
of us left.
Now
he’s back, looking at me like he wants to devour me. And all those
feelings I’d turned into anger are brewing into something else,
something that terrifies me.
He
broke my heart last time.
This
time he'll obliterate it.
This
is a standalone.
About
the Author:
Claire
Contreras graduated with her BA in Psychology from Florida
International University. She lives in Miami, Florida with her
husband, two little boys, and three dogs.
Her
favorite past times are: daydreaming, writing, and reading.
She
has been described as a random, sarcastic, crazy girl with no filter.
Life
is short, and it’s more bitter than sweet, so she tries to smile as
often as her face allows. She enjoys stories with happy endings,
because life is full of way too many unhappy ones.
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/CContrerasBooks
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