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All things in the cloud sweet
The
stakes climb higher in this second book in the No Weddings Series for Hannah
Martin, a woman restrained by her past, and Cade Michaelson, the man who could
help set her free.
I’m
drawn to Cade as he charms his way into more of my life and offers me something
I truly haven’t ever had: a friend. Yet his humor, patience, and drop-dead
sexiness take my breath away, and I know my heart is at risk. I want to move
forward but am terrified I can’t.
Cade
seems to have it together from his own devastating heartache. His subtle
actions, however, suggest a different story. And even though he says he wants
more, I wonder if he’s able to trust in our developing
relationship.
As
we navigate through our tangled feelings, we vow to take it slow. Yet no matter
how careful we try to be, things between us intensify—and there’s nothing we can
do, or want to do, to stop it.
But
the biggest question remains: Is chemistry enough to move beyond the past and
toward a future together?
***
PLEASE NOTE ***
Scorching
(explicit) sex scenes.
Fire extinguisher highly recommended.
Fire extinguisher highly recommended.
***
The No Weddings Series Release Dates ***
No
Weddings ~ Sep 8th
One Funeral ~ Sep 29th
Two
Bar Mitzvahs ~ Oct 20th
Three Christmases ~ Nov 17th
Book #1
Exclusive Excerpt
At the faux-funeral, Cade teases Hannah about
bathroom trips…and other things…
We
stepped out into the main room, which was done up just like a funeral viewing,
from the spray of flowers at the front to the rows of uncomfortable-looking
chairs. And of course, there was a huge ornate cross up on the dais, but then
again, we were in a church.
Okay, this isn’t so
bad. It’s a funeral.
After
a quick scan of the room, I saw Cade. He looked miserable until the moment his
gaze locked onto mine. Then he dropped his head, slumping in shame.
I
burst out laughing.
Drawn
to him, I crossed the room without a second thought. “Nice tie.”
He
tugged at the bright collar at his neck, grumbling, “Don’t forget the
cummerbund.”
“That’s
nothing. Look at me.” I plucked at the shiny, pink fabric. “Isn’t this the most
ghastly thing ever to be called a dress? It’s a monstrosity in taffeta.”
He
backed up a step, making a show of visually drinking in my entire body from
head to toe. “I don’t know, Maestro. All I see is a burlap bag.” His eyes
flickered with heat. “And petticoats.”
My
legs bounced with sudden excitement, and I forced air out of my lungs on a slow
exhale. Cade did things to me—heated, body-rocking, mind-spinning things—and I
wanted unlimited amounts of that kind of medicine tonight.
How
ironic. I wanted some of Cade’s wild-and-crazy to calm me.
“I
need you tonight, Cade. This whole” —I gestured frantically to my outfit, then
his— “getup is freaking me out a little.”
He
put firm hands on my shoulders, staring hard at me. “A little?”
I
thought about the great strides I’d made in therapy and how what I believed
became reality. I was stronger than a bridesmaid dress. I’d learned how to
separate my present from my past in therapy, and there was no way I was going
to let all of that progress unravel now.
Tonight,
in a bright pink bridesmaid dress, I made a vow to myself to enjoy the present
moment.
I
tilted my head and shook it. “No, I’m okay. Even if what I’m wearing is a
travesty.”
He
pulled me closer and held me against his solid chest, wrapping his arms around
me. “But I liked the whole ‘I need you’ part. What if I never leave your side
tonight? Would that help?”
I
nodded.
“Done.”
He pulled back. “So to clarify the details, if I have to lift and hold your
petticoats while you pee, will you lift and hold something when it’s my turn?”
Wicked eyes glittered down at me.
I
gaped. “You are not lifting anything
of mine while I pee.”
“But
I’m never leaving your side tonight.”
I
cast him a sidelong glance, grumbling, “What did I just agree to?”
He
chuckled, flagging down a waiter who held a tray of filled Champagne glasses.
“Something very interesting from my point of view.” He grabbed two glasses.
“Here, drink up. The night is young, and I intend to accompany you to no less
than three bathroom trips.”
I
jabbed an elbow into his ribs. “Pig.”
He
coughed until his shoulders shook from laughter.
I
swiped a glass from his hand and glared at him while I drank down the liquid
courage, not yet caring that it would make his petticoat-lifting wishes come
true.
He
slid his hands into his pants pockets, rocking back on his heels, as the
corners of his lips twitched. “Actually, I’ve been told I’m hung like a horse.”
I
sputtered, choking on my Champagne.
He
grinned. “Care to confirm?” He chugged his glass, a crime with the
ten-dollars-per-swallow Cristal. “I’ll keep up with you. Then we’ll each
fulfill our end of the bargain. Lift and hold. Keep practicing the technique in
your mind.”
“I
am not holding…there’s no way I’m
touching…”
Cade
grinned and leaned down, brushing his lips along my jawline. His hot breath
fanned an erotic path up the side of my neck until a kiss caressed my ear. “My massive
cock?”
My
breaths came in short bursts, my heart racing. All I could think of now was
Cade’s massive cock. And all I wanted to do was see it. Touch it.
I
swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath as aching heat pulsed between my
legs. When he pulled back, I stared at him. All I could manage was a nod.
What
was I nodding to? That yes, I did want to touch it? My thoughts fuzzed.
“That’s
right, Hannah. We both know you want to, now. I hope it’s the only thing you
think about all night.”
I
forgot everything I’d been worried about. Oh, I was still stuck in my head all
right. But my thoughts had definitely guttered. All I could think about now was
petticoat lifting and other…huge…things. When the waiter went by again, I
grabbed another Champagne flute.
Cade
barked out a laugh, grabbing another too. He held it up near mine for a private
toast. “To adventures together no matter where we go. Most especially in the
bathroom.”
I
laughed, shaking my head as we clinked glasses to the most ridiculous toast
ever. And yet I couldn’t wait for the adventures to begin.
Most especially in the
bathroom.
About the Authors
Award-winning and bestselling romance author Kat Bastion has teamed
up with her husband Stone Bastion to create the new contemporary romance series
No Weddings.
A few
factoids about the writing team…
Kat
enjoys her chocolate rich and dark, her music edgy and soul-filling, and her
vacations exotic with toes dug into the sand. And she’s wildly, madly, deeply in
love with Stone.
Stone
likes pounding the trails on a mountain bike, vibrating the sound system with
rock music, and down time spent on a stand up paddleboard. And he loves Kat
wildly, madly, deeply…and then some.
Together, they’re having a blast bringing fun-filled romantic
stories to life and hope you’ll join them in the exciting
adventure.
Kat’s
first published work, Utterly Loved, was a twentieth anniversary gift of love
poems to Stone that they decided to share with the world to benefit charity. Net
proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of net proceeds from all their books,
go toward charities involved in the fight against human
trafficking.
Kat and
Stone live amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona. Visit their blog at www.talktotheshoe.com,
website at www.katbastion.com, and their Twitter accounts at https://twitter.com/KatBastion and https://twitter.com/StoneBastion for more
information.
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