Hello out there!!! Nikki Winter here and I just wanted to tell you guys about….HEY HEY HEY!!! Eyes up front people! This is important! I know he’s pretty and bulgy and greased up but…DAMMIT I SAID STOP THAT!!! (Deep breath) Can you just listen to me for a moment? Like a really uber quick, painless, doesn’t involve me getting cranky moment? If you click the picture it’ll take you to the book and if you buy the book it will make you and I happy. Understood? Good. Great. Effing wonderful. Here’s an excerpt for your troubles…

Excerpt: 

She shoved him again, hands pressing into his chest with enough force to send him stumbling back a step this time. “Or what? You gonna flip me too?” She pushed him again. “Or are you gonna keep walking away from me like you don’t give a damn about me?”

He caught her by the shoulders, shaking her a bit. “Do not ever fucking tell me I don’t care about you.”

 Zuly hit him in the chest. “Then act like it!” Fisting his T-shirt, she tried to keep tears from clogging her throat. “Fucking act like it and stop shutting me out.”

Fitz let her go, shaking his head. “I’m not doing this with you.” He picked up his cane and started around her.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she mocked with a glibness she didn’t really feel.

“Walk right past Zuly because she’s your favorite toy. Because she’ll always be there for you to fall back on. Because you don’t really give a fuck how she feels.Because you’ll never love her the way she loves you…” Zuly could sense the moment it happened; the moment she pushed too far.

He stopped in his tracks, shoulders tense as his cane once again hit the
ground, fists clenching at his sides. Fitz turned slowly and grabbed her to him
with a quickness that took the breath from her lungs. She had a second to
search his face. “Fitz?”

Staring down at her, shadows playing against his features, Fitzgerald
Donahue Carrigan leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t sweet. It
wasn’t romantic. There was a deliberate roughness in the way he pressed his
mouth to her own; in the way he pried her lips apart with his tongue and swept
it inside.

Zuly’s hands fisted in his shirt once again then went lax as she melted against him, his arms caging around her as he pulled her body just that much closer. One huge hand let go of her biceps to reach up and run through her hair, gripping the strands firmly and pulling her head back for his assault as he nipped her lips, sucking the bottom rim into his mouth then releasing it with a wet pop. The slight sting at her scalp failed to even register as he licked and nibbled his way up the side of her neck, gently gripped where her pulse hammered between his teeth. His other hand swept down her back and to her ass, squeezing in a firm caress that had Zuly panting with the exertion it took not to fall at his feet.

He kissed her like he owned her. Like he knew every secret valley and
plane her body possessed. Like she’d been fantasizing about from the time she
had her first self-produced orgasm while calling his name. Like he’d been
waiting to do this for years. Fitz kissed her like she was his. And Zuly would
acknowledge that, in this moment, she very much was. That right now she
could never imagine the feel of another’s touch.

Then suddenly he stopped and she whimpered.

Pressing the same mouth that had stolen her ability to process what just
happened to her ear, he whispered, “I love you more than you’ll ever be able to
grasp. So much so that it’s almost biblical in its proportions. So much so that
it could make God jealous. I smile for you. I laugh for you. I breathe for you.
You hold me in the palm of your hand, Zuly. And there is no place else I’d
rather be. But you need to go back. Now.” Fitz gently but firmly pushed her
away from him and walked away.

This time, she let him.

I’m hoping you enjoyed that enough to do us both a favor and dive deeper into it. Because really…brooding, injured Navy SEAL…who can pass that up?