Author: Eden Butler
Series: Thin Love #3
Release Date: July 25, 2016
Genre: Erotic Romance, New Adult
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My love was thick.
Her faith was thin.
Somewhere in the middle is where life found us.
I claimed her when I was a boy.
I held her until I was a man.
She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between.
Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life.
They say time heals all wounds, but not for me.
Not when my heart is empty.
Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless faces wherever I go.
It always comes back to her.
Aly needs reminding of how drunk our love made us, before she forgets completely.
Before we lose our chance.
Before we are irrevocably broken.
Title: Thick & Thin
Series: Thin Love #3
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Erotic NA Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2016
Aly found me on the small bed with my feet hanging off the end. The air shifted when she opened the door but I kept my eyes tight and the right side of my mouth arched in an expression I was sure looked a little superior. I hadn’t cared if it did. Aly’dloved the way I liked to disturb the peace. Sometimes it was her doing the disturbing first.
I cracked one eyelid, pretending to sleep as she entered the pool house, but I couldn’t keep my gaze from her. There was moonlight behind her and the soft outline blurred her silhouette so that she looked surreal, like something out of a dream.
She came to me like a whisper; her scent first—a mix of chlorine and vanilla. She’d smelled of summer, a fragrance that would always remind of that woman, my woman, and that lake house. The mattress dipped in fragments, inches that moved softly, her tiny weight only disturbing the stillness enough that every movement amped up my heartbeat. She came slowly, like the promise of something unsettling, unknown and my body responded in anticipation.
“Not going to touch me?”
It was a question I wasn’t expected to answer. Not then. Not while Aly played her game.
The darkness around me was heightened by the brush of her damp hair against my mouth and the faint scent of beer coming off her breath when Aly brushed those soft, sweet lips over my cheek, down to the center of my throat.
“What will I do to this body?” Another question. Another silent answer and she slid over me, pressing her mouth down my chest, her fingers trailing the lines of my stomach until her palms lay flat against my ribs. “So much to play with…”
And I let her…the brush of her tongue licking near my navel, her agile fingers stripping me bare until she took me in her mouth—tasting me the way she knew I liked, keeping my hips still as she worked her teeth, her nails over the head of my dick, up and down, until the friction was too much, the suction was, and I didn’t want to play anymore.
“You’re weak,” she’d said, laughing until I was over her. Until I was inside her and that teasing laugh became a moan she could not contain.
“I am.” My mouth over hers, my tongue, deepening her moan and all around me, Aly shook. “You’re my biggest weakness.”
She went silent with the thrust of my body inside her, nails biting tight into my shoulders, her entire body shuddering, shaking when I grazed my teeth against one nipple. She’d taste so sweet, like honey on my tongue.
“And you’re mine, shoushou.”
The light was low around the lake house with only the soft movement of the water against the beach and the painfully slow creak of that metal bedframe moving as I took all Aly had to give me.
She cried out several times, sultry refrains of “deeper” and “harder, shoushou, harder!” before she clamped around me, before the swell of my need was too great, the ragged panting of our breaths heating together and we both came hard and those breaths went from labored and gasping to slow and even. She filled my senses—a touch that weakened me, a taste that leveled me and the sharp-sweet feeling of belonging that lived in that small room, just us, fitting together like waves against rock, where we were meant to be.
Love isn’t supposed to be an addiction. It isn’t supposed to leave you bleeding.
Kona pushed, Keira pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction.
She sacrificed everything for him.
It wasn’t enough.
But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and the thought of what might have been.
Now, sixteen years later, Keira returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his NFL career with the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled.
When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Keira’s and those lies told to keep them apart—his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Keira down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.
Keira Riley was the girl Kona Hale loved first, the woman he wants to love last. They’ve battled addiction, forgiven betrayal and healed from heartache, coming through it all bruised but hopeful that their future will be limitless.
Kona Hale was a blinding flame that Keira Riley gladly burned inside—his touch, his kiss, his overwhelming love, all made her dizzy, desperate and desired, made her believe in a love worth bleeding for, a love that ignites the heart with an unquenchable flame. But when you fall in love with an NFL darling who can’t seem to let go of the spotlight, sometimes even that flame can be gutted by the buffeting winds of opportunity, can be lost behind the brilliant flash of fame.
As Keira and Kona get caught up in plans for an extravagant march down the aisle, the hard won sanctuary they’ve found in each other’s arms begins to erode. Will they be able to see through all the beckoning glitz and glamour to what they have worked so hard to build together, or will their love be lost in the spotlight?
He doesn’t ask their names.
He doesn’t deserve to know them.
Ransom Riley Hale’s friends think his life is charmed: first string as a freshman on a championship-winning college football team. A father with two Super Bowl rings. A mother with platinum albums and multiple Grammy awards under her belt. But that brilliant shine on the surface hides the darkness beneath; it’s all Ransom has ever known.
Despite the shadows he walked in, once there was a blinding light fracturing the darkness. It brought the promise of hope and happiness. He’d been careless, filled with pride and stupidity and lost that light. Ripped it from the world.
Now, the shadows are dimming again. Aly King surges into his life threatening to pull him from the darkness. She is everything Ransom can never be again. Her light feels too warm, promises him that there is more waiting for him beyond the shadows.
But the shadows are relentless, resurfacing when he thinks he is safe, and Ransom knows he must keep Aly from them too before he pulls her down into the darkness with him.