The second part in Lauren Hawkeye's erotic romance serial, UNINHIBITED!, is available today! And you don't have long to wait until the third part, which releases July 17th!
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About the Uninhibited! Series
Celebrity archaeologist Cari Dunn is so over the Georgia heat, the red tape at her dig site, and the threatening messages left on her motel door. She just wants to dig, and the network just wants to keep her safe—with a bodyguard. She can’t complain. Jasper Benjamin radiates raw masculinity that penetrates her to the core and ignites passion she’s never felt. Too bad for him, she's not going to be easy to handle.
Lusting after the bodyguard shouldn’t be so tempting, especially when her life is on the line.
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Preorder UNDONE (Uninhibited! #3) - Releases July 17th
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Get a Sneak Peek at UNTAMED, Uninhibited! #1
“You know what
Krav Maga is, and you let me spar with my imaginary friend for the last
hour?” I let myself go limp, become dead weight, expecting the move to surprise
him enough to drop me.
It did not.
Instead he rolled with me until his back was against the parched grass, and I
was seated astride him. I should have been able to get free since I was on top,
but I couldn’t rid myself of his steely grip on my arms, and I knew he’d chosen
that position deliberately, to prove his point.
Damn it. This
was not the result I wanted—proof that I did, in fact, need him.
“I get it.
You’re stronger than me. Now let me up.” Temper-tears stung the back of my
throat. Convincing my stepfather that I was going to go to university,
convincing my colleagues that I wouldn’t have a nervous breakdown just because
some idiot spray painted my door—why did I always have to fight just to live my
life the way I wanted?
Instead of
gloating and letting me up, my newly vindicated bodyguard tugged me down so
that I lay at on top of him. I surprised myself by wanting, suddenly, to bury
my face in his T-shirt and just let go for a moment, rather than fight this new
reality—that I might actually be in danger.
“I’m not
trying to prove that I’m stronger than you. I don’t have to. It’s obvious.” The
urge to snuggle passed as I cranked my head around with a glare.
Way to make me
feel worse, asshole.
“Krav maga is
a discipline, and the first rule is to avoid confrontation. You know this. So
why the hell are you out here, alone, after dusk?” His words were tinted with
frustration, the first hint of emotion he’d shown, and I was surprised enough
to stop tugging at his grip. When I did, he let go, and I pushed myself up on
his massive chest but didn’t roll off.
“You’re
serious.” I waited for the punchline, but it didn’t come. Instead, he fixed me
with a stare from those pale eyes, and a shiver skittered down my spine. “You
don’t actually think someone is out to get me, do you? It’s a prank, right?”
“Let’s look at
it this way.” Propping himself up on an elbow brought that rock-solid stomach
of his in contact with my hip. I thought he would push me away, but he didn’t,
seeming completely unaffected by the closeness of our bodies.
That stung,
because I sure as hell wasn’t. This close, I could feel the warmth of his skin,
smell a hint of soap, and it invaded my senses slowly, lazily, like honey
melting on a summer day.
“You’re an
archaeologist. You search for physical proof of things before you build
theories on top of that evidence. Would that be an accurate explanation?”
“Yes.”
Narrowing my eyes, I tried to drag my attention from the scent of his skin to
what he was saying. My mouth was dry, and the space between my legs that
pressed into the cradle between his hip was warm and starting to ache.
He gave no
indication that our position was getting him all hot and bothered, too. None.
How was I the only one feeling this?
“You have your
physical proof. Harassment in the form of vandalism, and the more direct threat
with the poster mailed to Margot.” With the sort of ab crunch I couldn’t do
even on my best day, he hauled himself into a sitting position, still without
pushing me off his lap. “Sure, it could be that
someone just
wants to mess with your head. But what if it’s more? Wouldn’t you rather be
prepared?”
“I like being
prepared.” I ran my tongue over my lips and swallowed. Holy mixed messages. His
words, his demeanor—he was still fully in G.I. Joe mode, but still, he hadn’t
pushed me away.
“So how is
this going to work? You just follow me around all the time?” A thought occurred
to me. “You’re not expecting to stay in the same room, are you?”
Looking at
him, though, I felt that same strange pull that I had in Margot’s suite. I might
not actually mind having him that close.
What was wrong
with me?
Margot and the
network had been right—I was absolutely in danger. But the threat?
It was him.
About Lauren Hawkeye
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!
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