Title: I Am Yours (Heartbeat, #3)
Author: Faith Sullivan
Expected release date: October 8, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Book Description:
Book 3 in the HEARTBEAT
series
Adam is at a crossroads.
He has Katie on his mind and Jada in his bed.
Now with the ultimate choice before him, he must decide between
fantasy and reality.
Katie's his dream girl, but Jada's his best friend, his partner. As
a paramedic, he's supposed to save lives, not wreck them. Yet his failure to
commit leaves a trail of heartache in his wake.
Things come to a head at his brother's wedding when a surprise
announcement leaves Adam scrambling to pick up the pieces. Sure, women find his
shaggy blond hair and aquamarine eyes irresistible. But to him, sex is nothing
more than a means of escape ... until it turns into a psychological trap.
His mind is telling him one thing, while his heart is beating
another. He's not sure what he wants when it comes to a serious relationship.
Sorting out his feelings, he finally comes to a startling realization. He is
capable of love.
But what if it's too late?
Excerpt:
His shaggy hair is falling in his eyes as water drips from the ends.
The buttons of his shirt are undone and droplets cling to his bare chest. His
lips are parted and his blue eyes radiate a mixture of elation and desire. He
knows that he’s trespassing where he doesn’t belong, but he doesn’t feel the
need to ask anyone’s permission to enter my bedroom either.
I tilt my head and gaze up at him, my hair tumbling over my
shoulder. He advances toward me, looking somewhat guilty, bordering on
apologetic. He realizes he shouldn’t be here, but he is. And I don’t want him
to leave. I like the danger of having him so close.
He blinks and raindrops fall from his eyelashes before running down
his face. And that’s all it takes for the sheer happiness of the moment to
light up my face. I rush toward him as he greets my smile with one of his own.
Its sincerity warms my heart as he looks at me like he’s just completed the
longest journey of his life, filled with relief at finally reaching his
destination. He’s come home. He’s where he’s supposed to be. And if I’m being
honest with myself, I feel like I’ve been waiting for him all along.
The force pulling me to him is too strong to ignore. I don’t fight
it. I give into it. I let it take me over. I stride up to him, reaching up on
my toes, my fingers dancing across his neck as I take his lips with mine.
Pressing myself into him, the front of my white t-shirt is soaked instantly.
But instead of experiencing any kind of chill, I feel like I’m burning
up.
The kiss is gentle this time, lasting only a few seconds before he
draws me into a hug, laying his sopping head against my shoulder while wrapping
his arms around my waist, drawing me as close as he possibly can to his body.
He winces when I squeeze him back tightly, causing him to loosen his grip on me
and step away. I reach up one hand at a time to examine his face as he tries to
look down, refusing to meet my gaze. Finally, he gives me a mournful smile as I
persist. Silencing my worries, he runs a hand lightly across my face before
bringing me in for another kiss. He’s so careful with me, so tender. He breaks
away to smile at me again, a look of wonderment in his eyes, before resuming
our kiss.
Slowly releasing my lips, I allow my hands to roam down his chest as
I start to tug on his shirt. He complies with my request, but he seems to be in
pain as I help remove the sleeves from his arms. I glance up at him in concern,
and he whispers, “My ribs. They were broken not too long ago. I don’t think
they ever fully healed.”
He hangs his wet shirt on the bedpost as I run my hand gently over
his chiseled abs. He bends his head to the side, closing his eyes. He doesn’t
open them as I glide my fingers over the scar on his forehead, where
undoubtedly he had stitches at one time. My heart contracts as I ponder what
happened to him. He submits to my touch, moving his head along the path of my
fingertips, yielding to my efforts to examine him. He doesn’t resist, but I can
sense he doesn’t want me to linger on his injuries either.
His hair appears darker now that it’s wet, and I can’t help twisting
my fingers through the strands at the back of his neck as he rests his forehead
against mine. He’s so close to me. All I can see are his eyes. He leans back,
pushing my hair away from my face. The way he is looking at me is like he’s
taking in every part of me. It’s hard for him to keep his lips off mine as he
brushes a featherweight kiss across them. It feels so intense. I have to look
down for a minute.
When I’m ready to meet his eyes again, his hands travel up my sides,
encouraging me to lift my arms. I do so, and within seconds, his fingers are at
the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift movement. I
help him free my long hair from inside the collar, reaching behind me to hold
it up, trying not to think about my bare breasts being visible. He drinks in
every inch of me, and that smile is back on his face as his hands caress my
back. This time, it’s Adam who lifts my hair away, entwining it through his
fingers while resting his chin on my shoulder, allowing his free hand to roam
the full expanse of my back from shoulder to hip. I slide my arms around his
lean, muscular body as he buries his face against my neck. When he stands
upright again, he nuzzles my ear as I extend a trail of kisses along his jaw.
He sighs in contentment as his stubble bristles against my lips.
(linked to Goodreads)
About the Author:
Faith Sullivan is an author of New Adult contemporary romances
including the HEARTBEAT trilogy, the TAKE ME NOW series and the 9/11 novel,
UNEXPECTED.
Where to find Faith Sullivan:
GIVEAWAYS
I really enjoyed Faith
Sullivan's book, Take Me Now, and this trilogy has been on my radar for
quite some time, but I think I definitely need to read it soon now because that
excerpt definitely has me even more interested. ;D
What do you think?
Does I Am Yours and
the rest of the Heartbeat trilogy sound like something you want to read?
