Release Day Launch & Giveaway: Raine by J.C. Valentine
Synopsis:
Shy. Intelligent. Naive. Statistic. Raine Forester was an average girl leading an average life. She slipped beneath everyone's radar, until Camron Moss, the most popular guy in school, took interest in her and changed everything. Some acts are unforgivable. Raine thought she'd been accepted. She thought she was one of them. She thought she was in love... until one moment made her realize she'd trusted the wrong person. Lies are told, hearts get broken, secrets are revealed, and sometimes, true love is found in the least likely places.
RAINE Excerpt:
Thanks to the dreams dogging him every night for the past week,
his mind was filled with pictures of Raine. All kinds of dirty, inappropriate
thoughts, like what would she taste like if he licked her between her thighs?
What would she sound like in the throes of an orgasm? The sound of his name,
high and keening, when he walked into the kitchen and caught her by surprise
had him hard all over again.
If she knew the kind of thoughts that ran through his head every
time he looked at her, no doubt it would get him slapped in the face. Or worse.
He needed to come home for another Raine fix.
She was becoming an addiction. One that he needed to kick before
it spun out of control, but he just couldn’t seem to help himself.
Imagine his shock when he’d walked through the door, expecting…
well, he didn’t know what he was expecting exactly, but it wasn’t that.
What the hell was she doing, sitting in the middle of the
kitchen with her robe gaping open? Was it on purpose? Did she hear him pull in and
decide to give him an eyeful?
Camron’s warning rose up in his head, giving him pause.
Could Raine really be the kind of girl his brother claimed she
was? Was she playing him?
The thought angered him. He wasn’t someone to be played, and
he’d be damned if he walked blindly into a trap. If she was up to something, he
planned to get to the bottom of it.
Shutting off the water, Jarret snapped the towel off the rack
and wrapped it around his waist. His focus was no longer on what he couldn’t
have, but what he would have. If Raine was playing, then she was about to get
beat at her own game.
He found her in the kitchen in the exact spot he’d left her. She
had her head bent down and her hands in her lap. Hearing him approach, she
jerked her head up, her brows furrowing as he marched toward her. Her eyes
skated over him, taking in the towel tied around his hips and the water still
clinging to his skin.
It was a quick appraisal that filled those brown eyes of hers
with heat and him with satisfaction.
She likes what she sees, does she?
“Why are you here, really?” he asked, his tone brooking no
argument. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them.
“What?” Confusion laced her tone, adding to the air of innocence
that clung to her, but it could just be another layer to her game. “You brought
me here. You made me come.”
“Not yet I haven’t.” His eyes narrowed as he stopped in front of
her, her knees pressing into the fronts of his thighs. Looking uncomfortable,
she tried to scoot back, but he refused to give her an inch. Leaning over her,
Jarret held her gaze captive. “You argued about living with me. An hour ago,
you asked me to take you home. I’m wondering why you don’t fight harder. If you
really didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be. So, I’ll ask you again, why are
you really here?”
Lips parting, Raine choked on her words. “I…don’t know what to
say,” she said finally.
“How about the truth.”
She studied him for one long, silent moment. “No one’s ever
helped me before. I don’t know how to take it, but I…” She looked away briefly,
and when her eyes came back to his, they were wide and pleading. “I need it.
And I like being with you.” Those last words were spoken in a whisper, almost
as if she didn’t want him to hear them.
But he did.
And they gave him so much pleasure, he couldn’t help himself.
Despite their connection to each other, he’d made up his mind. Not allowing
himself time to think, Jarret grabbed ahold of her face and kissed her.
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