Thursday, 4 September 2014

Physical Touch Book Blitz

Author: Sierra Hill


Fight or flight had never been a question for feisty Boston physical therapist Rylie Hemmons, until she met the man whose touch made her reconsider everything she’d worked so hard to create.
When Rylie takes on new patient Mitch Camden after his ski-accident, she is overwhelmed by a physical attraction she’s never before experienced.
Conflicted over her desire for Mitch and maintaining her professional oath, she works to keep the personal boundaries, just as Mitch is equally determined to close the distance. 
At the risk of jeopardizing her career and reputation, Rylie is forced to make a life-altering decision that may have her running from what she needs most.




Excerpt #1:
Eyeing her inquisitively, he allowed his gaze to leisurely run the length of her body, stopping at each juncture. And he made sure she noticed it. Was this a turn on or an insult?  She wasn’t sure, but it brought back the butterflies immediately.
His thick, sandy-golden hair was textured and groomed perfectly, a bit longer on the top so that it flopped to the side across his forehead. Her first instinct was to run her hands through it to see if it fell back into its perfectly sculpted place. Just been fucked hair. That’s what it looked like. His strong jaw had a hint of stubble, a five o’clock shadow that was a bit darker than the color of his sun-kissed head of hair. She tried not to consider how the rough texture of his beard would feel against her skin.
Holy hell, snap out of it, already
His laughter came out in a booming guffaw and immediately brought her back to the two in front of her. 
“Apparently, Jax, the lady doesn’t appreciate our opinions on the subject matter tonight. Perhaps she’d be willing to educate us further on the merits of the Patriots over another drink.” His mocking smile and raised eyebrows gave off an air of superiority that sent a quick stab of ire up Rylie’s back. Feeling the heat rise on her face again, Rylie harrumphed and slammed back the rest of her drink. 
Before she could respond with a witty comeback, his long fingers reached up to touch her mouth, wiping a drop of drink remaining on her upper lip. He touched his own mouth, his tongue reaching out to taste the remnants.
“Mmm…I like Manhattans.”
Rylie stood in utter shock. Had he really just done that? What was this guy’s deal, she wondered. His aggressiveness, partnered with her own socially awkward inclinations, drove her anger to a whole new level. It’s one thing to talk about things you know nothing about, as this man obviously did, but then to have the balls to touch a stranger, like that, was not okay with her. Who did he think he was?
Stammering to find the words to say, Rylie backed up, feeling trapped and more than a little irate. “What the hell, buddy? You need a lesson in personal space, too?  I think they teach you to keep your hands to yourself in second grade,” she said with indignation.
“Hmmm…I clearly missed that lesson. Such a shame. But I’d be happy to get schooled if you’re looking to act as my teacher.”

Excerpt #2:
“Sports car. I knew it! Trying to make up for a lack of something, Pretty Boy?”
“I’ve never heard any complaints about my lack of anything.”
Hmm. Whatever, Stud Muffin.
Mitch opened up the passenger side door and held the door so Rylie could place the bag on the seat. She leaned in and carefully set the bag on the floor. Shifting herself up right, she turned around and came face-to-face with Mitch, who now was just inches of her. One step closer and he would have her pinned against the doorframe.
Her breath caught and a warm tingle shot up her spine. He was too close. Way too close. Totally in her personal space. She willed him to move. Instinctively, her hand rose to place it on his chest, presumably to push him away. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her toward him.
“I’m glad I ran into you, IQ,” he whispered into her ear, his hand dropping her wrist and moving to her face to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I appreciate your assistance and hope I can reciprocate in the very near future.”
Rylie’s hand remained on his chest. She could feel his body heat and the beating rhythm of his heart. She meant to push him away, to maneuver around him and place herself a safe distance from him. But her hand somehow had a mind of its own and stayed there, enjoying the texture of his soft sweater and the marbled feel of his chest. In fact, the other hand joined in on its own volition. His lips quirked up, apparently showing his approval.
She had just opened her mouth to say something and without warning, his mouth was upon hers in lightning-fast speed. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and tilted her head, allowing him to gain access to her lips. He gently pried her lips open, rubbing his tongue sensually along her bottom lip. Rylie’s mind rebelled, but her mouth betrayed her, giving in to the suppleness of his kissable lips. Her first instinct was to push him away and knee him in the balls, but the feeling was so intense and pleasurable, she gave in to the feeling that she was floating.  


Sierra began her love of romance novels when she read books by LaVryle Spencer and Julie Garwood in her early twenties. Since then, she became an avid reader and has now turned to writing books herself. She loves to get lost in the journey that two people can take and watching their lives and love unfold within the pages. The more the tangled conflict, battles of will, and of course, the steamy side of the relationship, the better!

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