Friday, October 17, 2014

RAINE by J.C. Valentine

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Publication Date: October 7, 2014

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Shy. Intelligent. Naive. Statistic. Raine Forester was an average girl leading an average life. She slipped beneath everyone's radar, until Camron Moss, the most popular guy in school, took interest in her and changed everything. Some acts are unforgivable. Raine thought she'd been accepted. She thought she was one of them. She thought she was in love... until one moment made her realize she'd trusted the wrong person. Lies are told, hearts get broken, secrets are revealed, and sometimes, true love is found in the least likely places.
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Raine was living the dream. A carefully manufactured dream where Jarret was her man,
they were a family, and most importantly, they were happy.
And they were happy.
Even steel wool wouldn’t be strong enough to scrub the smile from her face. It felt
permanently etched there, and it was a wonderful feeling.
Splaying his hands over her stomach, Jarret quietly sang the song in her ear, his hot
breath whispering across her flesh. The lyrics made her flush, but not from embarrassment. The
naughty, forbidden, intimate words said from one lover to another made Jarret’s desires painfully
clear. He wanted her, was telling her what he wanted to do with her, to her... and she wasn’t
saying no.
Her body was responding to his words, every cell lighting on fire with a craving for him,
and him alone. She shouldn’t want him the way she did. Not after Camron. Not just because of
whom he was to Jarret, but also because of what he had done to her. He’d tarnished her—body,
mind, and soul—and she’d never thought she’d be able to put that kind of trust in another man
again. Especially not so soon.
But Jarret was different. He was unexpected. She thought she’d put up boundaries,
fortifying them with hated memories, but her walls were no match for someone like him. Jarret
was the exception to the rule...
...and she was perilously close to falling for him.
Nuzzling her cheek against his, Raine closed her eyes and inhaled the clean scent of
Jarret’s aftershave mixed with the bitter smell of beer on his breath. She’d never thought she’d
think the smell of beer was sexy, but Jarret could make anything sexy, and it made her want to
tear his clothes off and do bad things to him.
Yep, this pregnancy thing was seriously jacking with her hormones. Down, girl.
“You’re so sexy, Raine. So round and beautiful.”
Round? Raine was sure there was a compliment in there somewhere. The edges of her
dress brushed the backs of her stocking-covered knees as they swayed and Raine listened closely
to his words.
“If you’d let me, I’d take you right here, right now.”
Eyes snapping open, Raine glanced around. Here, in the middle of a trendy sports bar
slash restaurant? “The floors are covered in peanut shells.”
“Then we’d do it on a table. They’re sturdy,” he said, turning his face toward hers and
skimming his lips up her jawline.
A shiver tracked through her. She shouldn’t like the sound of that, being taken on a
tabletop, so rough and crude and dirty, but she did. It was far too easy to picture it, and that’s
why she had to make him see reason. “There are people everywhere,” she argued. “They’d see
“Let them watch. Let them see how to take care of a woman. How she moans like she’s
going to die when her man knows how to play her body like an instrument.”
Oh, God. Clenching her thighs together, Raine had no doubt that Jarret could make good
on his promises. Something told her that he knew his way around a woman very well, and she
longed to be under his expert thumb, to experience sex the way it was meant to be experienced.
“You’re drunk,” she said, a low moan escaping her as Jarret ran his tongue up the side of
her throat. Unbidden, her head lolled to the side, allowing him fuller access.
Chuckling, Jarret kissed the sensitive flesh just below her nape, stroking it with the tip of
his tongue. “Come home with me, Peach. Let me taste how sweet you are.”

About the Author

JC Valentine
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.
She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.
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