It’s almost here peeps! Remind Me by Ann Marie Walker and Amy K. Rogers is releasing next Tuesday, April 21st, and today I have an exclusive and very hot excerpt for you. You’re going to love Hudson Chase! YOWZA!
First in a tantalizing new trilogy about reigniting a forbidden desire from long ago…
As heiress to a media empire Alessandra Sinclair was raised to put family obligations first. But everything changes the night her first love walks back into her life and turns her whole world upside down. Haunted by the memories of a secret romance with a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, she can’t seem to get Hudson Chase out of her mind. Once again torn between two worlds, Allie must decide how much she’s willing to risk to have the love she’s always longed for.
Ten years is a long time to wait, but billionaire Hudson Chase didn’t become CEO of one of the country’s fastest growing companies by giving up on what he wants. Now that he’s got Allie in his sights again, he’s determined to make her regret breaking his heart. And this time, he’s going to make damn sure he’s not so easy to forget.
Includes a preview of Release Me, book two of the Chasing Fire trilogy.
Hudson leaned his hip against the breakfast bar. He watched Allie as she examined the room, looking for what, he wasn’t sure. Insight? As if he could be figured out by the overpriced items selected by an overpaid designer.
She paused in front of a polished steel sculpture, her fingers skimming over the curved edges. The presence of her in his place tightened his skin and an instinctive demand shot down to his groin. His eyes deliberately drifted along the curve of her hips and down her long, athletic legs. He relished the memory of those soft feminine curves underneath him, gasping and leaving him practically begging.
He bit down on a groan. “Are you a fan of Kapoor?”
Jerking her hand away, she looked over at him. “The artist who designed the Bean?”
Confused, Allie looked back at the mirrored sculpture. “I thought he only did public commissions.”
He smirked. “Something to drink?”
“I’d love a water,” she said, still admiring the piece.
Hudson yanked the Sub-zero open, the cool air wafting from the stainless steel box as he pulled out a bottle of water. When he turned around, Allie’s gaze slid up and a perfect blush heated her cheeks. Not from exertion, but because she’d been caught checking him out. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he set the bottle in front of her.
“You look nice. Have a hot date?” Allie cracked open the bottle of water and took a sip.
Hudson leveled his stare. His expression remained impassive. “I do, yes.” He lingered on her face, cataloging the delicate details and catching an imperceptible flinch of . . . “You’re not jealous, are you, Miss Sinclair?”
Fifteen minutes ago he thought he knew the answer to that question, but that was before she showed up at his penthouse half-naked. He held her stare, willing her to say one simple word. Bastard that he was, he’d drop everything, cancel his date, and spend the remainder of the evening between her thighs.
“Of course not.” A brief scowl creased her perfect brow.
His lips twitched. It wasn’t the answer he was hoping for but her expression was indeed an admission of the green-eyed monster lurking beneath that beautiful package. “If you say so.”
“Same girl I saw you with the other night?”
“Sophia? Yes.” His words came clipped and fast.
“Pretty name. Suits her.” She avoided his stare and twisted the cap on and off the water bottle. “So, how long have the two of you been together?”
“We’re not.” He took a deep breath, counting the seconds it would take to get her completely naked.
“Ready to go?”
Allie frowned. “Still, you must like her to be in such a rush.”
Hudson took a few quick strides toward her. “On the contrary, Alessandra, I’m in a rush because I’m dying to peel you out of that little number you’re wearing and fuck you on that barstool until you beg me to stop.” His stare burned into her. “And believe me, as hard as I am right now, I’m just crazy enough to do it.” She flushed, her chest rising with shallow breathes, and he knew she was picturing every detail.
“What’s it going to be, Alessandra, barstool or ride home?”
Thank you both for a fantastic read, a fabulous new book boyfriend, and this great excerpt!