Title: Tempting Little Tease
Series: Lake State University Series #2
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: College Romance/Brother’s Best Friend Romance
Cover Design: Emily Wittig of Emily Wittig Designs
Release Date: November 11, 2021
The moment I met him I knew I was screwed.
It started with a sext.
An extremely hot, highly inappropriate sext during the wake for my best friend’s dad. That didn’t stop me from replying. From sneaking off to the bathroom, secretly hoping he would follow me.
And he did.
He staked his claim on me against the bathroom wall. Captured my moans with his kisses. And when it was over, I walked away knowing two things.
One – I wanted more.
Two – I couldn’t get involved with him.
He was dangerous to my heart. It was still healing from being destroyed two years earlier. And this man has the power to shatter it completely.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself from playing the game he started. Every sext was hotter than the last, tempting me to act on my desires. The first time we were alone, clothes went flying. There was no denying our chemistry as we collided. And in the heat of the moment, nothing else mattered.
Not my broken heart.
Not his reputation as a player.
Then the front door to my apartment opened… we were caught in the act. My roommate screamed. Her boyfriend growled. I cried. And he… he begged for more.
We needed to stop. One of us was going to get hurt – me! I was going to get hurt.
I should have known I couldn’t walk away from him. His promises sparked my curiosity. My body craved his attention.
It was his words that held me captive. They had the power to not only break my heart, but destroy my soul if I let him in.
Rina’s Reads – “Declan and Kendall’s chemistry was visible from the beginning, their spark inextinguishable, their attraction undeniable.”
Goodreads Review – “Welcome back to Lake Street University, and we are coming in hot! Declan and Kendall’s story is so steamy and they haven’t even done the deed yet!”
“K,” he says, taking a step in my direction. I match his movements, backing up until I’m pressed against the glass of the shower doors with nowhere else to go. “Why. Are. You. Avoiding. Me?”
His words are punctuated, his voice barely above a growl. When I flick my eyes to his, I see them filled with lust. Dark pools swirling with need.
He wants me and that can’t happen right now. There are at least twenty people downstairs. Our friends. Lo’s family. His family. Acting on anything would be a big mistake. We could get caught. Again.
“I-I’m n-not,” I stutter out, my voice barely audible.
Declan lifts one hand to cup my cheek, and I automatically lean into his touch before I can stop myself. His hand feels like fire against my skin and I love the way his touch burns me straight to my soul.
“You are, and I want to know why because whatever is going on between us is great, but it could be so much better.”
Rules, I remind myself. I have them for a reason. Reasons I can’t remember right now. Not when he’s standing this close. When my body is aching to be closer to him. For him to lean in and brush his lips across mine, to taste the watermelon chapstick I wore just for him.
“Yeah,” I say, sensations washing over me as I close my eyes, the rest of my body now warming from his simple touch.
“So much better,” he whispers, his voice sounding dangerously close. “Tell me you want this,” he pleads, his breath fanning across my lips. “Tell me I can kiss you, Kendall. It’s all I’ve been thinking about today. Your soft, delicate lips, wondering if they taste like watermelon or not.”
Opening my eyes, I immediately feel my knees go weak. Declan’s lips are inches from mine, his gaze seeking permission to close the distance. It’s like he read my mind, or maybe my body language. He knows what I want, but still we stare at each other for a few tense moments before I finally nod my head.
It’s all the assurance he needs before he presses his lips to mine. Gently at first. A soft caress. When I place my hand against his chest, gripping the front of his shirt, his restraint snaps and he deepens the kiss, his tongue demanding access. As soon as I finally grant it to him, he growls into my mouth.
Suddenly I’m being lifted by my ass, my legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck, and then he turns swiftly, my back hitting the wall with a resounding thud. I can feel his erection against my inner thigh, long and hard. But that’s not where I want it, so I wiggle in his arms as he continues to assault my mouth and position him at the junction of my legs.
The second he thrusts against my warm center we groan in unison.
“So. Much. Better,” Declan says against my mouth, his hips thrusting with every word.
Rachael Brownell is an International Bestselling author of new adult romance.
She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes almost full time. Her first book was published way back in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.
When she’s not writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes). She also enjoys golfing but is still learning, so if you see her on the course… stand back.