Book Title: Can't Go Home
Author: Angelisa Stone
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Everyone has secrets; secrets meant to be kept—hidden away where nobody can discover the truth. Adrian O’Donnell (aka: Dre Donley) is no exception. Dre spins tales and half-truths like it’s his job, keeping the reality of his past buried deep within each lie he fabricates. On the other hand, Kathryn Howell is the exception to the rule. She’s a straight-shooter, a tell-it-like-it-is, no filter kind of girl. Kathryn’s honesty and straightforwardness is the ultimate turn on for a guy like Dre. He’s never met someone so sincere, so full of truth and innocence. Their chemistry is unavoidable, their connection, magnetic. When Dre sets out to make Kathryn fall for him, he doesn’t realize the grave mistake he’s making. Kathryn’s strength and convictions do not falter, even for an irresistible man like Dre. When his past resurfaces, and the lies come tumbling forth, Kathryn must decide if his deceit and betrayal can be forgiven or if the damage is irreparable. Will the truth ultimately destroy the relationship that neither one of them could deny or even attempt to resist? This novel is for mature readers only, due to language and sexual content.
I’m speechless. Kathryn thinks I don’t want her. She thinks that I’m not into this. Holy fuck, those thoughts have got to end now, right fucking now. I grab her forcefully around the waist, yanking her against my body. Her eyes widen, and her breath catches. “Listen to me, last night was…was…a fluke. Nobody’s leaving this room tonight. This room, that bed, my body…everything in here tonight will be for your pleasure…tonight you’re going to learn the real meaning of pleasure,” I state, taking back my authority, knowing exactly what I’m about to do to her. I lean in to kiss her, purposefully missing her lips and connecting with her neck. I suck the skin of her neck into my mouth, using just enough pressure for her to feel it, to ignite her inside, but not enough to leave a mark on her gorgeous, flawless skin. I continue to kiss her neck, working my way around to the back of her. When I’m completely behind her, I kiss and bite her shoulders, easing the red straps down off of her shoulders and arms, finding her second tattoo, a small four-leaf clover on her right shoulder blade. Talk about getting lucky. The dress slides down her body, pooling around her feet. There is nothing sexier than a braless, confident woman. I continue kissing her bare back, wrapping my arm around the front of her to cup her breast in my hand. Her nipple is hard against my palm. I watch as tiny goose bumps cover her arms; I trail a finger along her arms, knowing the effect it’s having on her. I back away, “Turn around, Kathryn…slowly. I want to see you.” Kathryn spins agonizingly slow, wearing nothing but a black lace thong and black heels. “Stunning.” Without any prompt from me, Kathryn steps over the dress, and shimmies her underwear down, standing naked and self-assured in front me. She walks over to me and finishes unfastening the buttons on my shirt. With my shirt open, she slides the material off of me. I step back and take my t-shirt off immediately, dying to feel her bare breasts against my skin. As I reach for her, she holds her hand out, stopping me from coming any closer. “Not just my pleasure tonight, Dre,” she says, running her hand down my chest to the waistband of my pants. “Our pleasure.” I nod, knowing that there’s no going back. Kathryn Howell has possessed me. She’s so much a part of me that I don’t know how I’ve even survived this long without her. I spent the last month worrying that I was going to break her, destroy her. But, I now know how wrong I was. Only one woman in my entire life has ever had the power to crush me, and she’s standing right in front me.
Who is Angelisa Stone?
Angelisa Stone is a typical Midwestern wife and mom, frazzled by parenting and housework, and overwhelmed with sports schedules, doctor appointments, and three-dimensional creative projects due “tomorrow morning.” Angelisa dreams of white sandy beaches, clear-blue waters, and Midori coladas in hand, but realizes that her loving husband and four not-so-perfect children are her real dreams-come-true. Writing and reading are her passions, and she hopes (and prays with her fingers tightly crossed) that readers will find enjoyment and escape through her words and characters.