Excerpts

SNEAK PEEK: Well Built by Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde

Dan Briggs, the auctioneer in charge of today’s sale, arrived and took his place in front of the small crowd.  Less than a minute later, Kyle caught sight of Ella walking out of the connecting market, a bright, self-assured smile on her face and a sassy pep to her step, as if this piece of property was already hers and this auction was just a formality. His gut clenched at what he was about to do to her, but he couldn’t let himself be deterred by an emotion such as guilt.

Without looking at who was gathered to watch the sale, she walked up to Dan and spoke to him for a few moments, even laughing at something he said, though Kyle couldn’t hear their conversation.  But he did have a clear view of Ella, and he took advantage of the opportunity to really study her without her guard being up, as he knew it would be as soon as he topped her first bid.

It had been years since the last time he’d seen her.  In high school, she’d been a pretty girl, with a lithe body that had tempted him to indulge in all sorts of sin. She’d had a sweet innocence about her that had effortlessly drawn him in.  She was still slender with graceful long legs, but her curves were more pronounced and womanly.  Her fitted jeans emphasized the alluring dip of her waist along with the tight shape of her spectacular ass.  She was wearing a light blue T-shirt with Fisher’s Grocery printed across her chest, and it didn’t escape Kyle’s notice that the breasts that had once been small swells of flesh were now firm and full and would overflow in his big hands in the best possible way.

Her delicate features had matured, but she still possessed that natural beauty that didn’t require any cosmetics or enhancements.  Judging by the loose braid hanging halfway down her back, she’d let her once-shoulder-length style grow quite a few inches, and he found himself wondering how those chestnut strands would look completely unconfined, and if her hair was still as soft and silky as he remembered.

Something in his belly tightened, and he recognized it as attraction and desire, even after all this time.  If Ella were anyone else, or a woman he’d seen at a bar in the city, he would have already been working his way toward her to introduce himself and to see if the chemistry was reciprocated.  And from there, he’d buy her a drink, they’d talk a bit, and he’d get a feel for if she was up for a mutual night of pleasure.

Kyle killed that line of thinking.  As much as Ella still tempted him, he was pretty certain that she’d knee him in the balls before she’d ever date him again.  Especially after she learned he was going to be her new business neighbor.

Reviews

REVIEW: Well Built by Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde

This is book #3 in the Book Boyfriend series by the talented duo Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde it can be read as a standalone but each book is connected by the partners of Premier Realty.

A tale of a city boy and a country girl finding their way back together but family issues stand in their way.

Kyle and Ella have a bit of a complicated past amongst other things they were high school sweethearts who’s relationship turned sour and now many years later they’re brought together again and there’s still clearly something between them, can these two rekindle what they once had or will they be broken hearted all over again? Well Built is their story.

A fast, fun, sweet and sexy second chance romance that was very well written with plenty of laughter and a few tears along the way making this an enjoyable read that I totally recommend.

~Cheryl (3/5)

Excerpts

SNEAK PEEK: Well Built by Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde

As they stared at one another and Ella’s smile faded away, Kyle reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb along her soft cheek and didn’t hold back what he was feeling. “Is it selfish of me that I’m glad that you’re stuck in the city and here with me right now?”

“No,” she whispered, not bothering to hide the longing and desire shining in her eyes.  “Is it selfish of me that I want you, even knowing it can only be for this one night?”

Another bold and daring invitation that was wreaking havoc with his dwindling willpower.  “Ella . . . ”  His voice was gruff as he watched her tongue shyly skim across her full bottom lip.  “You’re making it so damn hard to be good.”

“I don’t want you to be good.  I really want you to be bad.  With me.”

She lifted her hand and touched the cool tips of her fingers against the hollow of his throat, then slowly, gradually caressed them down the middle of his chest, along his abs, and followed the thin trail of hair that led to the waistband of his boxer briefs and the hard length of his eager cock.

He groaned, his chest heaving, and before she could cup him in her hand, he grabbed her hips and hauled her body up against his.  She gasped, her eyes widening, but not in shock.  No, they were fucking triumphant because she’d finally gotten what she wanted.

Then again, when it came to Ella, she’d been his greatest weakness, and he’d always given her whatever she desired.  Why had he thought this would be any different?

He backed her up, and when her ass hit the edge of his dining table, he lifted her so she was sitting on the flat surface.  Holding her gaze, he pushed her thighs wide apart and stepped in between, making sure she could feel every fucking inch of his aching dick pressing against that sweet spot between her legs.

He buried his hands in her hair, gently tugging on the roots to tip her head back so she couldn’t look away.  And Jesus, the need in her eyes, all for him, nearly slayed every last bit of his control.  “Are you sure about this?” he asked, because he didn’t want her to wake up in the morning with regrets.

She was already unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, revealing the soft, delectable curves of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach . . . “Absolutely sure,” she breathed huskily.  “Just this one night, Kyle.  Please.”

It was that last word that shattered his resolve and had him crushing his lips against hers in a hungry, endless kiss while she desperately shrugged out of his shirt until it pooled around her on the table.  His tongue swept over hers, the connection turning hotter, deeper, as he angled her head so he had full access to every part of her mouth.  Jesus Christ, he wanted to fucking own her.