We are super excited to be part of the Unforgettable Release Week Blitz! It only took her first book, Undone, for me to become a big fan of Shannon Richard. And she keeps getting better and better. Unforgettable is book #4 in the Country Roads series and Richard doesn't fail to deliver the type of strong heroine we love and a confident sexy hero that we insist on swooning over every chance we get.
About UNFORGETTABLE
One long, hot summer would never be enough . . .
Attorney Hannah Sterling lives a life she's worked hard for. So when she unexpectedly inherits an inn, Hannah decides to take that long overdue holiday and settle her eccentric grandmother's estate. She knew there would be challenges, but what's hardest about returning to Mirabelle, Florida, is facing the man who gave her the most passionate summer of her life-and then broke her heart. Nathanial Shepherd never forgot the redheaded goddess who lit up his world and got away. Now that she's home, Shep vows to make up for their years apart-and if the fire in her kiss is any indication, they're well on their way. But when a devastating secret from their past threatens their future, Shep must fight to heal Hannah's heart. Because this time, their love will truly be unforgettable . . .
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About Shannon Richard
Shannon Richard grew up in the Florida Panhandle as the baby sister of two overly protective but loving brothers. She was raised by a more than somewhat eccentric mother, a self-proclaimed vocabularist who showed her how to get lost in a book and a father who passed on his love for coffee and really loud music. She graduated from Florida State University with a BA in English Literature and still lives in Tallahassee where she battles everyday life with writing, reading, and a rant every once in a while. Okay, so the rants might happen on a regular basis. She's still waiting for her Southern, scruffy, Mr. Darcy, and in the meantime writes love stories to indulge her overactive imagination. Oh, and she's a pretty big fan of the whimsy.
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Excerpt
She looked up at him, her heart in her throat. She couldn’t give
him what he wanted. Couldn’t tell him the truth. She wasn’t ready. Telling him
the truth, all of the truth, would rip her wide open, and she couldn’t handle
that pain yet.
She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to handle that pain.
“Fine. I’ll go first.” He somehow moved closer to her. “Me kissing
you is never
a mistake. There are a lot of things in my life that I’d
take back, but my lips on yours? That’s not one of them. I know that fact without
a doubt.”
He
reached up and pulled her glasses from her face, setting them on the counter
behind her before he lowered his mouth to hers. He nipped at her bottom
lip, pulling it gently before his tongue darted out. He didn’t even get it past
her bottom lip before her mouth was covering his, her tongue sliding along his.
He let go of her hands, letting them drop to her sides before he
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her entirely against his body.
He had her backed up against the kitchen counter again, their hot
and hungry mouths eating at the others.
Every notion about fighting this thing with him flew out of her
head, and she let herself go over to it. To all of it. All of him.
“Does this feel like a mistake, Hannah?” He
pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as he looked down into her eyes.
“Right now, in this moment. Does it?”
Her voice didn’t want to work, and it took her a second to form a
response. “No.” She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t.”
“What about this? My hands on you?” he asked, his eyes not leaving
hers as he moved his palms under her shirt, running them up and down her bare back
before he moved them to her sides.
“No.” She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through her body, and
his mouth turned up in that predatory grin of his.
“Or this?” This time his eyes did leave hers as he dropped his head
and put his mouth on her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin.
Her answer was a long, low moan that went all the way down to her
toes.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked right before he ran his tongue
along her collarbone.
“No.” Her eyes closed of their own accord as her head fell back.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Kisses across her shoulder.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Well, aren’t those lovely words?” His lips were working back up
her neck, and then he found her mouth again. He was consuming her with his
kisses, inhaling her. And his hands. Holy hell they were still running wildly
over her hips and back. And then he brought one between them, his fingers
tracing around her belly button before it moved low on her belly.
He flicked the button on her jeans open and then went on to her
zipper, pulling it down slowly. Maybe he was giving her another chance to
protest.
There wasn’t a chance in hell she was going to stop it this time.
