By: Sara Jane Stone
Releasing
June 7, 2016
Avon Impulse
Avon Impulse
The second, sizzling book in Sara Jane Stone's Second Shots series...
When
Dominic Fairmore left Oregon to be all he could be as an Army Ranger, he always
knew he’d come back to claim Lily Greene. But after six years away and three
career-ending bullets, Dominic is battered, broken, and nobody's hero—so he
stays away. Until he learns Lily has been the victim of a seemingly random
attack. He’ll do anything to keep her safe . . . even go home.
Lily is
starting to find a life without Dominic when suddenly her wounded warrior is
home and playing bodyguard—though all she really wants is for him to take her.
But she refuses to play the part of a damsel in distress, no matter how much
she misses his tempting touch. He’ll leave as soon as she’s safe and Lily knows
her heart will never heal.
But as
attraction stirs to so much more, danger closes in. With more than Lily’s heart
at stake, Dominic can no longer draw a line between protecting Lily and loving
her . . .
When Dominic Fairmore went off to serve with the Army
Rangers, it was always understood that he would come back for his hometown
sweetheart Lily and that they would make a life together wherever he is
stationed; but after being injured and having to give up the Rangers, Dominic
refused to go back to the life that he had in Forever Oregon, leaving Lily
heartbroken.
After 3 painful years of Lily Greene loving Dominic, but him
turning his back on her; Lily is still heartbroken and angry that he refuses to
come back home…come back to her! Well she has had enough! Lily is tired of
waiting and has decided to move on and started to dating again...that is until
she was violently attacked and is now left scared that her is going come back
and finish the job.
When Ryan turns up at Dominic's apartment and tells him of
Lily's attack and how scared she is, it's the only thing that will ever get him
back to Forever. Dominic doesn't feel like he is worthy of Lily's love and that
she should move on, no matter how much that would kill him.
But when he arrives Dominic feels Lily's anger towards him,
especially when her friend Caroline hits him dead in the face with a pie. But
can Dominic her convince to allow him to protect her and will he be able to
keep her safe and walk away when it's all over.
I absolutely love this Sara Jane Stone series! It's truly is
one of the most well researched, heartfelt and beautiful military romance
series I have ever read…and I have read A LOT of them. The authors writing and
plot are always without holes, fluff and by the end of the book you are left
wanting more!
I absolutely fell in love with all of the characters in this
book! Lily's feistiness, Dominic's love for Lily, Noah's bossiness, Ryan's
determination but I think Caroline stole the show for me! I'm desperate to to
know her story.
I give Stirring Attraction 5 stars!
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“You painted your toenails pink.”
Dominic Fairmore stared at Lily’s
bumble-gum colored nails. He didn’t trust himself to look up. Downstairs, his
dad’s dogs made the familiar trip to the water bowl and back, probably stopping
to sniff the bag of Chinese take-out he’d abandoned on the kitchen table. The
animals’ nails tapped against the hardwood floors, but otherwise silence filled
the farmhouse. His little sister was at the beach and his dad was pulling a
double at Forever, Oregon’s woefully understaffed police station. And yeah, he
kept track of their locations because at twenty-two he still lived at home.
Lily raised one perfect eyebrow. “I
have two hours before my mom expects me home and you’re looking at my
toenails?”
Her ironic tone pushed him damn
close to his breaking point. He’d take her. Here. Now. Against the wall,
pictures falling to the floor. Because he knew she reserved her humor for him.
The rest of Forever saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman who charmed a room full
of five-year olds day after day. A girl who’d been born here, grown up here,
and put herself through the local university while still living at home to care
for her wheelchair-bound mother and alcoholic father.
But Dominic saw the only girl he’d
ever loved. If he closed his eyes, he could still picture her, walking down the
halls of their high school. She’d been one year ahead of him. She’d graced the
dreary high school halls with her sunshine smile and confidence. And yeah, her
short skirts.
He’d
memorized the way her cheerleaders outfit teased her thighs while she led the
squad her senior year. He’d been a junior, but already shepherding the football
team to one victory after another. And sometimes it felt like he busted his ass
on the field and won the game just to see her smile . . .
But he couldn’t close his eyes and
block out the way Lily looked right now.
His gaze drifted up her calves. Every inch of bare skin wrapped around
his heart like a noose. He took in the curve of her thighs and tried to go
slow. His jaw tightened and his eyes disobeyed.
Fuck slow.
His gaze
locked on the slip of fabric disappearing between her legs.
“Your panties match your toenails,”
he growled. There wasn’t a hint of humor in his voice. He couldn’t picture
laughing now. In two days, he’d wreck her heart. He would shatter their love
and leave her with nothing but memories and the promise that he’d come back.
I swear I’ll come back for her.
But so much
could change while he was on the other side of the country training to be all
he could be. And later, once he deployed, on the other side of the world.
Two more days. Two more nights. How many times could he make love to
this woman before they ran out of time?
“Are you sure they match?” she
teased. Her fingers brushed the waistband of her panties and then her thumbs
slipped beneath the pink fabric.
His hands formed tight fists at his
sides, watching as she drew her underwear down to her toes. Her upper body
stole away his view of the blond curls, instead offering the sight of her full,
bare breasts hovering in front of her legs. Long locks of blonde hair drifted
down as she compared the color of her underwear to her nail polish.
“Lily,” he growled and stepped
closer.
She glanced up at him and slowly, as
if she knew every movement of her body turned him on and pushed him closer to
that place where he lost control. But hell, after six years together, Lily
Greene damn well knew how to drive him crazy with lust and longing.
“My nails are a light pink. I think
the bottle said ‘Ballet Slipper.’ But my underwear is closer to fuchsia.” She
tossed her panties at him. “See?”
Years of training on the football
field kicked in and he caught the slip of fabric in his right hand. “You’re
right,” he said and he took a step forward. He threw her underwear down to the
carpet without bothering to study them.
“You need to be home in two hours?”
he asked.
Her teasing smile faded at the
reminder of the reality beyond the bedroom walls. “You know I do.”
“We might not have time for the
Chinese food.” He momentarily blocked his view as he drew his ‘Go Army!’
T-shirt over his head. He discarded the reminder of where he was heading in two
days’ time. He wanted to leave this town and the dead-end future it promised,
but not Lily.
“I hate Chinese,” she said.
She reached
forward and grabbed onto the belt buckle his father had given him after he won
the state championship with his high school football team. He pressed his palms
flat against the wall, one on either side of her head. He couldn’t touch her.
Not yet.
“I know.” He allowed her to pull him
close, her fingers working to free his belt and undo his jeans. “I didn’t want
to run the risk that you would want to eat first.”
She smiled as her hands won the
battle with his belt. Drawing his zipper down, she leaned forward and whispered
in his ear. “Smart man.” Her hands pushed his pants over his hips and then went
in search of their target.
“Lily,” he gasped as her fingers
wrapped around the part of his body that thought ‘slow’ spelled disaster. Hell,
it just might. He wanted her so damn much he might come in her hand. “Careful,”
he added. “Or I’ll be about as useful as I was the first time. In the front
seat of my truck.”
“Have as much self-control now as
you did at seventeen?” she challenged, her hand moving up and down now.
“You know it.” He took his right
hand off the wall and cupped her jaw. Angling her lips up to meet his, he
kissed her. He knew her mouth. He’d memorized the way she liked his tongue to
tease hers.
His hand
moved down her neck and over her shoulder. His fingers froze, hovering on her
collarbone. He knew the feel of her soft skin as well as he knew his own. But
dammit, he couldn’t take the weight of her breast in his hand, her nipple
brushing against his palm, and still maintain control.
She broke
the kiss. “Don’t hold back, Dominic,” she whispered. “You never have before.
Don’t start now. You know how to touch me. You’re the only one—”
His growl
cut off her hushed words. He was the only one who knew the color of her
panties. The only man in her bed. The only one who heard her sly humor. And
yeah, the only man in Forever, Oregon who loved her.
For now . .
.
After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara
Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream-writing
romance novels. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very
supportive real-life hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat.
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