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Carnival by K.B. Nelson
Publication date: July 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
--Synopsis--
Charlie should be packing her bags for college, but the life ahead of her isn’t one she’s certain she wants. Maybe that’s what led her to sleep with a perfect stranger at the county fair. Finding out he was a carnie was like winning the bonus round of the world’s worst game.
Blue grew up in the carnival, never staying anywhere long enough to call home. He never thought of himself as the type to seduce a local, let alone fall in love with one, but his impulsiveness got the better of him this time. He should go where the carnival takes him, but for the first time he’s not sure if he wants to go.
When he makes the decision to stick around, Charlie eagerly follows him down the rabbit hole; into a world with no regard for consequences or regret. Most of all, he shows her that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling they can create and share. For a price. Because the higher the roller coaster goes, the faster it all comes crashing down.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21453236-carnival?ac=1
Publication date: July 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
--Synopsis--
Charlie should be packing her bags for college, but the life ahead of her isn’t one she’s certain she wants. Maybe that’s what led her to sleep with a perfect stranger at the county fair. Finding out he was a carnie was like winning the bonus round of the world’s worst game.
Blue grew up in the carnival, never staying anywhere long enough to call home. He never thought of himself as the type to seduce a local, let alone fall in love with one, but his impulsiveness got the better of him this time. He should go where the carnival takes him, but for the first time he’s not sure if he wants to go.
When he makes the decision to stick around, Charlie eagerly follows him down the rabbit hole; into a world with no regard for consequences or regret. Most of all, he shows her that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling they can create and share. For a price. Because the higher the roller coaster goes, the faster it all comes crashing down.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21453236-carnival?ac=1
--Purchase--
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LICD9ZM
*Excerpt*(17+)
There’s a pained look on his face as he draws out
slowly. My fingers dig into his back as he tortuously steals himself away from
me. Once he’s at the edge of undoing me, he pauses and swivels on his knees.
His breath is ragged as his body shakes. I sweep my palm against his flushed cheek.
“Okay?” he asks under his breath.
I nod.
And he drives into me, filling me to the hilt. My
vision goes black. An entire galaxy exploding is painted before my eyes. I pull
him closer to me as he begins thrusting erratically. He’s not making love to
me—he’s fucking me. And that’s exactly what I want. It’s what I’ve wanted even
when I’ve been unable to say it.
His breath quickens, and when I finally reclaim
my vision, the only thing I see is his beautiful face full of ecstasy. Once he
catches my eyes, his pace slows. He begins to sync to a more natural rhythm.
Inch by devastating inch, with measured thrusts, he pulls every part of me to
the surface. I’m turned inside out, and I wonder if he even notices.
This right here is vulnerability. The way his
body begins to quake, I imagine it’s the same for the both of us. His eyes pull
tight, his mouth circles into a familiar shape. He’s close to the edge, and I’m
not ready for this to be finished.
His mouth lowers to me, the warmth of his ragged
breaths brushing against my lips. “Come for me.”
That’s new. I mean to nod, but I don’t think it comes across that way. I’m too
busy holding onto his back, trying not to break. In order to save himself, he
must switch tempo. I feel every changing beat as his rhythmic thrusts become
drawn out. An inch becomes a mile. His pulls back, tight like a bow, and then
slams back in. It’s fast and it’s slow. It is torture and pleasure beyond
compare.
My entire body cries out for release, perfectly
timed with the earthquake beginning to rumble above me. I wonder if this is how
Californians feel right before the plates shift. Helpless.
*About the Author*
I grew up on a farm in Ohio, but that's not very interesting, is it? When I'm not writing you can find me doing one of two things; getting lost on highways or getting lost in the lives of fictional characters. If my heart had two feet, one foot would be in romance and the other solidly in geekdom. I hope you'll all follow me on my journey through this carnival they call life.I promise there will be a happy ending.
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