Shamed # 1
By: Laura Marie Altom
Releasing September 16th, 2014
Laura Marie Altom’s heart-stirring new romance will have you believing in the power of love—and passion—to heal even the most wounded souls.
Never again. Fleeing her hometown to escape an abusive marriage, Ella Patton swears she has surrendered to a man for the last time. But while living under a new name, she meets a kind, handsome stranger who seems different—and will be moving on soon, making Ella reckless enough to break her rules. With a kiss, the stranger opens the door to desires Ella believed she would never know. Then he makes an unexpected proposal.
A dot-com billionaire from humble beginnings, Liam Stone is a man whose past has made him compassionate yet guarded—much like the beautiful, secretive woman he stumbles upon in a remote Southern town. Though he intends only a dalliance, when the time comes to return home to San Francisco, Liam cannot bear the thought of leaving her behind. But when he tries to entice her to join him, he finds the tables turning dizzingly fast. Suddenly a little seduction becomes a huge battle for one thing: control.
I woke to the sound of sleet clawing the windows and my legs entangled with the girl’s—. She used my chest for a pillow and her crazy dark hair had made a nest beneath my nose. Only I didn’t care. Because she smelled good. Clean and soapy. Innocent.
I liked that about her—her innocence. The fact that she probably didn’t even know that when she’d turned me down it had come as one of the biggest surprises I’d had in a while. And as such, one of the biggest turn-ons. I wouldn’t call myself a man-slut, but I never lack for female company. Funny thing was, that hadn’t always been the case.
She stirred against me, snuggling deeper into me. I helped her by holding her close.
Something about her made me want to protect her. At the same time, her breathy mew had me instantly hard. She was the living embodiment of a sex kitten. Petite and fragile and equally, hot as hell.
Would I get farther with her sober than I had drunk?
My protective streak kicked in, wanting to bust my own ass for even thinking the question.
This girl was special. Only judging by her bizarre reaction in the bar’s parking lot, she was also damaged goods. What kind of monster hurt a girl like her? She had creamy, smooth skin with a few freckles, and her dark blue eyes reminded me of blueberries. Her lashes were ridiculously long, giving her a sooty, perpetually pouty stare that when combined with her full lips made her lethal to my self-control. That was a problem, because with women, as with everything else in my carefully structured world, control was key.
As a kid and young teen, I’d been pushed around too many times, and since turning an age that I was able to do something about it, I hadn’t learned to merely push back, but shove. I no longer took shit from anyone.
She stirred again, this time raising her thigh up the length of me, much like she had at the bar. It had the same effect on me now as it had then. I felt near exploding, and it was all her fault. My sleepy little sex kitten, all curled up against me and purring, oblivious to the havoc she wrought beneath my fly.
Laura Marie Altom is the author of more than forty books in three different genres. Now that her kids are in college, Laura spends her days writing and chasing after a menagerie of pets: a mini long-haired dachshund named Cocoa, a Yorkie named Daisy, a mutt named Sweet Pea, and Domino—a black-and-white stealth cat she rarely sees. She’s happily married to her college sweetheart (go Hogs!), and when night falls, Laura steals a few romantic moments for herself with her own hunky cover stud.