It’s release day for All I Want is You by Cassie Cross, and I’ve got a couple of tasty treats to get you hooked on this sexy standalone novella.
Here’s the usual book info, followed by TWO excerpts (I couldn’t pick one…), and finishing off with a giveaway at the end!
About the book
All I Want is YouAuthor: Cassie Cross
Release date: August 22nd 2017
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Add to TBR: Goodreads
Purchase: Amazon UK | Amazon US
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Hayley Grey is new in town and in a binge-watching, ice cream-eating rut.
She’s sworn off commitment, so when her best friend drags her out of bed and into a singles bar, Hayley’s just hoping to get laid. By the end of the night, she’s on the run with a hot stranger named Hunter, and happy she’s still alive.
Hunter Jacobs is a bodyguard with one strict rule: never get romantically involved with clients. Hayley isn’t his typical client, and she’s testing his resolve like no one ever has before.
When their life-changing weekend ends, will they have to break their rules or move on without each other?
All I Want is You is a stand-alone novella - no cliffhanger!
Hot Guy is incredibly tall, has a mop of dirty-blond hair, and raspy scruff peppering his movie-star jawline. A tight henley shows off every inch of his broad chest and muscular arms from where he stands across the room, just staring at me.
Seems I’ve caught his eye, too. That never happens to me.
His lips part when our eyes meet, like he wants to call out to me or something, but instead he keeps on staring. Staring in a way that makes my heart beat double time, that makes my knees weak. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t nod, doesn’t do anything other than look at me like he wants to devour me.
Without really thinking, I hurriedly make my way over, not even trying to play it cool. I slide between couples who are bumping and grinding on the dance floor, and when I reach Hot Guy, he smiles. It’s not the slick grin of a slime ball who knows he’s going to get laid tonight; it’s sweet and sexy, with just the hint of a dimple shining through.
“Hi,” he says, all soft and familiar despite the fact that we’re complete strangers.
“I’m glad you came over.” He leans in close, and all I can think about is how good he smells. I want to press my face into his neck and breathe deep. I want his tongue to become familiar with every single inch of my body.
I’m feeling turned on and brazen, and the way Hot Guy’s eyes skate across my body makes me pretty confident that he feels the same way, too. That’s what gives me the courage to say, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy who has difficulty making women come.”
I certainly hope not, at least.
Hot Guy lets out a shocked laugh, and his hazel eyes darken with something that looks a lot like lust. His hands find their way to the small of my back and he gives me a gentle tug, pulling me closer to him and away from the crowd.
“I’m not,” he replies, his scruff rasping against my skin as his lips brush the shell of my ear. “I can show you if you’d like.”
“Oh my god,” Hayley says, rushing over. “You’re bleeding!”
I look down at the gash on my bicep and give a little shrug. “It’s not bleeding anymore.”
Hayley’s eyes widen, and she places her palm on her chest. “You got shot?” She gently slides her fingertips along the swollen flesh around the wound, her touch soothing the sting that’s persisted the past few hours.
“I got grazed,” I insist. “I’ve been shot before, and this is nothing.” Ruined my favorite shirt, but that’s about it. I place my hand over hers, giving it a gentle pat. “Don’t worry about it, it’s part of the job.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Hayley argues. “And it shouldn’t be part of the job!” She examines it closely with a cute look that quickly kills my annoyance with her blowing this out of proportion. “Are you just going to leave it open like that?”
“I cleaned it up with the first-aid kit while you were in the bathroom.” This is mostly true. I did wipe around it with an alcohol pad.
“Shouldn’t you at least put a bandage on it so it doesn’t get infected?”
I playfully roll my eyes. It’s nothing, really, but it’s nice to have someone worry. To have someone take care of me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone in my life who did either.
“Where’s the first-aid kit?” she asks.
I make a play of reluctantly nodding toward the kitchen counter. She walks over, plucks out some sterile gauze and medical tape, then plants herself on the bed, next to me. The shirt she’s wearing rides up dangerously high, so I studiously examine the floor in an attempt to remove temptation.
“You should’ve said something.” She rips open a packet of gauze.
“There were more important things going on. If it’s a choice between tending to a flesh wound and keeping you safe, I’m keeping you safe.”