About the Author
Rhian Cahill is the
alter ego of a stay-at-home mother of four. With motherly duties rapidly
dwindling Rhian is able to make use of the fertile imagination she used to keep
herself sane for all those years of slavery. Having spent some years living
overseas and visiting tropical climates has helped inspire some steamy stories.
Multi-published in erotic romance and contemporary romance, Rhian, with the
help of Mr. Muse, spends her days and nights writing.
When not glued to
the keyboard you’ll find her book in hand avoiding any and all housework.
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The Books
Catch'n'Kiss by Rhian Cahill
Are You Game? Book 2
In this game of chase, a kiss isn’t the only reward.
Divorced
with two teenage daughters, Jody Walsh doesn’t need any more
complications in her life, and Dan O’Conner is proving to be a big one.
His pursuit may give her bruised ego a much-needed boost, but Jody’s
learned to guard her heart and trust is something she isn’t willing to
give another man no matter how well he kisses.
One
kiss and Dan knows what he wants. He isn’t about to walk away from the
kind of chemistry he and Jody have. Unfortunately, the more he chases
the more she runs. If only he could get her running in his direction.
When
a night of
passion doesn’t convince her they’re meant to be, Dan is left with no
choice but to prove he’s worth taking a risk on, no matter how much he
complicates her life.
Warning:
Story contains a woman not willing to put her heart at risk and a man
determined to persuade her otherwise—and he’s willing to use his washing
machine to show her why he’s worth it.
Exclusive Excerpt
“Hey.” As
he’d hoped, she spun around, putting her back to her car, and he moved right
in.
“Wha—”
Dan lowered
his head and slanted his mouth across hers.
Her lips
parted as she sucked in a breath—his breath—and he took the opportunity to
slide his tongue inside her mouth. The moan that issued from her throat had his
blood racing and his balls tightening. Minty fresh, her taste
exploded—saturated his mouth with memory and need. He’d wanted this for weeks.
Days. Hours.
Forever.
He tangled
their tongues and pressed in closer. They touched from chest to thigh, and Dan
wanted the barriers between them gone. Wanted to rip the clothes from their
bodies and really feel her against him. Except that wasn’t going to happen
here. There were enough brain cells still functioning for him to know that.
Instead, he angled his hips, pushed his leg between hers and rubbed against her
pussy. She moaned into his mouth and he increased the pressure. She rocked her
hips, the motion growing quicker with each stroke of his tongue—thrust of his
leg.
Dan worked
his hand from her waist to her breast. He cupped the mound, tested the weight
in his palm before pinching the taut nipple between thumb and fingers. Jody
murmured, half-demand, half-plea, and the sound egged him on. His cock screamed
for action and he twisted a little to the right, pressed his straining length
into her hip in an attempt to find the friction he desperately needed. She
bucked against him, her spine arching like a bow, and he pulled back, separated
their mouths, to see her face.
Her skin
was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed pink and her pulse
hammered at the base of her throat. She was the picture of a woman on the edge,
and it blindsided him to think just a kiss and a few well-placed touches could
get her there. The swollen flesh of her bottom lip lay wet and inviting, and
Dan couldn’t resist sliding his tongue over the curved length. He barely
registered the traffic metres away, rushing along the road as people made their
way home.
He saw the
second she realised what they were doing—where they were doing it—and before
she could protest, he planted his mouth on hers once more. This time he
savoured. Licking and stroking in wet glides that stole his breath and gave him
hers. She made that sound again—the one between a demand and a plea, and Dan’s
good intentions fell at their feet. He squeezed her breast, pressing his thigh
into her pussy until she rose to her toes. Off-balance, she leaned in, rocked
her hips and ground her sex against him.
Something
snapped. In him—in her—he didn’t know, but all of a sudden they were moving
together in a frenzy of need that left Jody panting in his mouth and Dan
clenching every muscle in an effort to hold off the orgasm burning in his
balls. She arched, her muscles stretched tight, and her breath stalled. Then it
happened. She shattered. The climax tore through her. Her body thrashed between
him and her car, and he pulled them away so she didn’t hurt herself on the hard
metal surface. He held her close, his mouth still devouring hers, soaking in
the sounds she made, while she rode out the final waves.
Dan enjoyed
the moment. Took it all in and engraved it on his mind, because he knew the
second she came down, the moment reality returned, she’d be all over his arse
about what he’d done. Sure she’d let him, she’d definitely been willing, but
he’d pushed himself on her, taken her by surprise and left her no recourse but
to surrender. And surrender she did. Beautifully. Completely. He wanted her to
do it again. And again.
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