Happy Release Day to Jessica Sorensen
and her new book UNTAMED!
This is book 2 in the Unbeautiful Series
and her new book UNTAMED!
This is book 2 in the Unbeautiful Series
following the story of Emery and Ryler.
Make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win an ebook copy of this book.
Good luck!
Make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win an ebook copy of this book.
Good luck!
No matter how hard I try, I never seem to be able to escape my family’s world. Their madness controls my life, just like insanity consumes my mind.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell who I really am. The person everyone sees? Or the one I keep trapped inside?
I wonder which person Ryler sees. Just like I wonder who I can trust.
Wonder. Wonder. Wonder.
I wonder too much.
I wish I could just find a way to escape it all and finally be free.
Ryler
I live a double life and sometimes I hate myself for it. Watching Emery fall apart—pretending I don’t care—is killing me inside.
I want to tell her the truth, but I also want a new life.
Want. Want. Want.
I want too much. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what I really desire.
I wish I could be free from the confusion, free from this life.
“If you want to dance, dance. There’s no judgment at these things, which makes them pretty awesome.”
She smiles, and then threads her fingers through mine. “Okay, let’s dance, then.”
I
don’t bother mentioning that dancing can be extremely sexy when done
under the right circumstances—circumstances that usually include alcohol
and sexual tension.
At
first, Emery is cautious, keeping her distance from me as she rocks her
hips to the music. I move with her. I’ve never really been into
dancing, but I can rock out to a little garage rock any day. The longer
the song goes on, the more into it she gets, until she finally spins
around and presses her back against my chest. That’s when the two of us
decide to start playing a dangerous game of Want But Can’t Have. A very,
very dangerous game that is really fucking tortuous to play yet
impossible to give up.
Emery
starts grinding her hips to the sultry beat of the song. With each
movement, her ass brushes against my cock, making me go rock hard. I
grip the curves of her hips and my hands unnecessarily slip underneath
the bottom of her shirt. My fingers delve into her soft flesh, and I
bite back a moan. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve forgotten just how
soft her skin is, how amazing she smells, how incredible she feels
against me.
She
shivers from my touch and presses closer, rolling her hips and driving
my body absolutely mad. She repeats the movement over and over again,
until finally, I damn near lose my mind.
Gripping her waist, I spin her around to face me. “I thought you didn’t know how to dance?”
Jessica Sorensen is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author from the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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