Sweeter Than Sin
CAN’T FORGET THE PAIN
It took years for Adam to stop drowning his regrets in alcohol, and running the local bar doesn’t make it any easier—especially not when everyone he knows gathers there to discuss the shocking allegations that have shattered his hometown. When another murder rocks sleepy Madison to its core, it becomes chillingly clear that even more vicious wounds are waiting to be exposed.
WON’T RESIST THE PLEASURE
Nothing is sacred anymore, and no one is safe, least of all the mystery woman who shows up in town out of the blue, looking like every fantasy Adam’s ever had. She may have her own dangerous secrets, but she can’t ignore the urgent heat between them any more than he can. As a killer’s quest for vengeance explodes into violence, Adam is tempted to lose himself in the delicious promise of her body—until he realizes he’ll risk anything if she’ll give him her heart…in Sweeter than Sin by Shiloh Walker.
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003 and since then, has tried her hand at digital publishing, traditional publishing and self-publishing. Her publishers include Hydra Publications, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, Berkley, Random House and St. Martins. She writes romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
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“I can’t give you answers I don’t have, Adam,” she said, keeping her voice level.
And her gaze off his mouth.
She really, really wanted to feel that mouth against hers. All of a sudden, it seemed very important, like the center of her world. It might even be the most important thing in the world in that very moment.
“What can you give me?” he asked, his voice low.
She was imagining the need in his voice. Imagining it because she wanted to hear it there. Except when she forced herself not to look at his mouth, she noticed that he was looking at hers.
Hunger lashed at her like a whip and she curled her hands into fists to keep from reaching for him.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
His lids drooped low.
Silence hung between them, heavy, taut, sharp as a blade. Then, as it stretched out for almost longer than she could bear it, he reached up and rested his hand on her hip. “I want things I shouldn’t. I always did.”
His thumb slid beneath the hem of her T-shirt and she could feel her breathing hitch in her chest. This was insane, the way she wanted.
This was insane, the way she needed.
But then again, she’d taken one look at him behind the bar and she’d wanted. Each second since then seemed to draw that need even tighter and now, standing there, practically surrounded by him, she felt like she was coiled like a spring, just ready to snap.
Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was insane.
And she didn’t care.
She’d been careful for years.
She’d shut herself down for years.
She could have one damn night where she didn’t have to worry about anything and everything, couldn’t she?
Slowly, she lifted one hand and rested it on his chest. Through the thin material of the shirt he wore, she could feel the heat of him and it scalded her. His heart hammered against her palm, hard, fast beats that seemed to echo the rhythm of her own. Swallowing, she dragged her eyes upward and found herself caught in his gaze. Caught, held.
“What do you want?” she asked softly.
He just stared at her.
And when she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, he held still. Almost like he was frozen. But she felt the hunger, like it was a beast, snarling from within. It practically vibrated inside him and she pressed closer, desperate to unleash that hunger and just feel.
To let go for a little while and have somebody else—no. Not somebody else.
To have Adam with her while they both enjoyed the ride.
She stroked her tongue across his lips and he just stood there.
She caught his lower lip between her teeth, tugged and he just stood there.
She kissed her way across his cheek, his jawbone and down his neck. He just stood there. His pulse raced under her touch, but he didn’t do anything. Didn’t even show any sign that he wanted her.
Other than the fact that she could feel it.
Doubt started to whisper inside her and she went to pull back.
That was when he moved.
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