Tuesday, November 4, 2014

PUSHING THE LIMIT by Emmy Curtis Launch Day Blitz & Giveaway

 
 
 
 
 
 
After their one-night fling at a wedding, archaeologist Henrietta "Harry" Markowitz thought she'd never see war hero Matt Stanning again. So when they're paired up to investigate a military plane crash in Iraq, she's not sure if the three-month reunion is serendipitous or cursed. What she does know is this gorgeous man lights her body on fire-and incredible sex is always a welcome distraction. Air Force Sergeant Matt Stanning has been called a hero, but he feels nothing like one when he realizes the sexy blonde in his bed is the widow of his fallen brother-in-arms. Even worse, he actually has to work with her, and she's unearthed evidence that points to a military conspiracy. If they dig deeper, they'll put their lives in danger. If they don't, they'll never know the truth-not only about the mysterious plane crash, but about each other.  
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Matt heard her sharp intake of breath and wondered if he’d misjudged his attempt at lightening her mood.
 
There was a second in which he opened his mouth to explain, when there was a shifting in the air around him, and just as his lightning instinct had him reaching for his weapon, a soft projectile thwomped into his face, knocking him backward and off the bed.
 
“No one makes fun of my pain without incurring the wrath of the pillow ninja,” she hissed.
 
Relief and outrage vied for pole position as he immediately planned his revenge. He let out an agonized groan.
 
“Oh my God.” He heard her scrambling over the bed to the foot where he’d fallen from. “I’m so sorry, did you hurt—”
 
He reared up, wrapping his arms around her legs, and launched her back onto the bed. She bounced like a rag doll as he grabbed the cushion he’d taken from the lobby and swiped at her as she tried to right herself.
 
“Ooff,” was the only thing she managed to say.
 
Victory is mine. “Truce?” he asked from a safe distance.
 
“My hand is caught in the headboard.” She giggled. “I swear it’s not a trap. I’m an honorable foe, unlike you. Look, or feel.”
 
Still keeping his distance, he put out his hand where he thought her shoulder should be. It was soft. Heat rose in his body.
 
“Okay, airman, it’s not my breast that’s trapped, it’s my hand,” she said with a totally audible grin.
 
“Sorry.” He thought he would run his hand up to her shoulder, then her arm to find her trapped hand, but it seemed all his appendages had minds of their own. He hesitated on her breast, feeling it swell beneath his palm. Shit. He stretched his hand out so just the center of it was touching her, and he circled it around her nipple. Its hardness tickled his palm. He meant to move it to her shoulder, but he swore he heard her groan. The sound sealed the deal.
 
His other hand found her flat stomach. He ran his fingers over her skin, making her shiver. “Does your hand hurt?”
 
“No,” she whispered. It was a tacit yes to everything else.
 
He lowered his lips to her stomach and kissed her, feeling it undulate beneath his lips. Kneeling on the bed now, he ran his hands up and down from her waist to her legs, legs to waist, and then with the same motion, he hooked her shorts around his fingers and yanked them down. She gasped. He grinned in the dark.
 
“You’re kind of at my mercy now, aren’t you?” he said.
 
In an instant she wrapped her legs around his waist and tipped him over onto his side. Before he could recover, she rolled him over and sat astride him.
 
“I’m sorry? What did you say?” In the shadowy darkness she whipped off her tank. He could barely see her in the dark. No way. Nakedness or death? He grabbed her waist and held her as he sat up and pushed her down toward the foot of the bed. He used the few seconds he was upright to flick open one side of the curtain covering the small window. A faint blue light lit the room. Just enough to see her in.
 
“I guess you weren’t really that trapped, then?”
 
“Not that trapped.” She smiled up at him, and he was gone.
 
He ripped his shirt off over his head and was about to undo his jeans when Harry beat him to it.
 
Her delicate fingers played with his fly, flickering touches on his hard dick through the denim. Grazing her nails along his length until he was desperate to feel her friction. As if she read his mind, she flattened her hand and pressed hard against him, making him groan and push himself against her.
 
She undid his fly, and when the heat of her fingers touched his flesh he closed his eyes and allowed his whole body to feel her.
 
Enough. He wanted her, right now. Stripping off his jeans, and managing to extract a condom from his wallet without fumbling, he retook the bed. He slid his whole body across hers touching every part of her with every part of him. She fit him perfectly. In every way.





About Emmy Curtis

Emmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She's lived in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference...well, she already considers you kin. 

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I’m giving away 1 e-copy of Pushing the Limits. To enter, just leave a comment along with a valid email address. Winner will be selected on 11/14/2014. US/Canada Only





5 comments:

DebraG said...

I love the way she turns the table on him.
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marthalawson said...

I've got this one on my wish list!! It looks awesome and I can't wait to read it.
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Anna@herding cats&burning soup said...

Oh my now. That is a yummy cover! I love the coloring and gah he's lickable. Thanks for the chance Angela!


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Lisa M said...

Oh my!
Sounds great ... adding it to my TBR list!
the cover is hot too!

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Julia Floyd said...

Ohlala! Sounds hot!! Thanks for the chance!! julitafloyd at gmail dot com