I'm excited to reveal the cover and give you a first look at an excerpt from J.T. Geissinger's SIN WITH ME, which releases April 25th!
The past she can’t remember. The secret he hides. And a love that’s worth risking it all.
After a devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace Stanton was left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace likes to keep things simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more than a month, and never, ever fall in love. Which is exactly why Grace avoids Bad Habit’s lead guitarist, Brody Scott, at all costs. The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has “trouble” tattooed all over him, and Grace isn’t taking any chances with her heart.
Brody knows he doesn’t deserve an amazing woman like Grace—her creamy skin, red hair, or that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy—but there’s something between them that’s more than chemistry. Something real. He’ll just have to convince Grace that he’s worth the risk—and hide the secret that haunts his worst dreams. But when fate plays a cruel hand, Brody’s darkest sin suddenly threatens his last chance at redemption…and the life of the woman he loves.
Like fingers
interlacing, several things slowly come together and fit into place.
“You could fall in love
with me and not remember it?” I whisper.
She swallows and nods.
Dumbfounded, I stare at
her. “Holy fuck.”
Looking miserable, she
nods again. She tries to pull away but I don’t let her. I put my arms around
her and squeeze.
She resists for what
feels like forever, stiff and uncomfortable in my arms, but then slowly she
gives in. She melts against me with a sigh, tucks her face into the space
between my neck and shoulder, and winds her arms around my waist.
We stand like that for a
while, not talking, feeling the chaotic beating of each other’s hearts. Her
hair smells like sunshine. She’s soft and warm against me, lush and feminine.
My dick is still wrestling for control with my brain, which is in a state of
shock and is just sitting there lifelessly inside my skull like a big lump of
cheese.
And suddenly I realize
what a gift I’m being offered.
I can never right the
wrongs of the past, no matter how desperately I might want to. But maybe those
wrongs aren’t the end of the story. Maybe they’re only a new beginning.
If I’m going to do good
by her, this is a fucking fantastic place to start.
My voice gruff, I say,
“I’m in.”
She pulls away and looks
at me, a little furrow between her brows. “What?”
“I said I’m in. Fuck it.
If I can make you fall in love with me once, I can make you fall in love with
me again and again. Every day if I have to.”
Grace blanches. “The
Egosaurus rides again. I’m not in love with you!”
“But you will be,” I
vow, looking at her dead-on. “Because I’m not gonna leave you any other
choice.”
I plunge my hands into
her hair, grip her head, pull her toward me, and fit my mouth against hers.
It’s like the Fourth of
July and New Year’s Eve and Christmas morning, all rolled into one.
Heat. Color. Noise.
Fireworks behind my eyes. She moans into my mouth, digs her nails into my back,
arches against me. I moan, too, fucking her luscious mouth with my tongue, one
hand behind her neck and the other roaming all over her body, learning her
shape, the dip of her waist, the full, tight curve of her ass.
It’s greedy.
It’s scorching.
It’s everything.
If there were a Guinness
World Record for the most amazing, mind-blowing, cock-stiffening, heart-pounding,
panty-melting, burn-down-the-house kiss, we’d win that motherfucker hands down.
We’re both breathing
hard, desperate, mindless, lost. The kiss goes on and on, until I’m drunk on
her. I’m flying. I’m melting. I’m—
Someone loudly clears
his throat.
Stunned and reeling,
Grace and I break apart.
Nico stands in the
kitchen doorway with his hands on his hips, grinning like an idiot. “Hiya,
kids,” he drawls. “What’re you two squirrels up to?”
Flushed and trembling,
Grace lifts a hand to her lips. She lets out a short, astonished laugh and cuts
her gaze to me.
I can’t talk either. My
mouth can’t form any coherent words. I just stand there, dumb as a rock, my
mind blank, my shorts tented, staring at Grace like I’ve spent my entire life
up to this point living in a dark cave, surviving on worms and insects, and she
just walked in with candles and flowers and a big fucking steak on a hot plate.
“Uhh . . .”
Nico bursts out
laughing.
“I’ll just go see what
Kat’s up to.” Grace’s voice is high and shaky. She bolts from the room.
“Just wanted to let you
know a few people are starting to show up.” Nico glances at the front of my
shorts and chuckles. “So, uh, you might want to pull yourself together,
brother.”
Shaken to my core, I sag
against the counter, gripping it hard for support, and let out a ragged breath.
“Jesus. Is that what it’s like for you with Kat? That feeling like you’re . .
.”
“Free-falling?” Nico
supplies when I can’t find the right word. “High flying? Completely out of
control?”
When I look up at him,
he nods. “Yeah, brother. It is. At the beginning. And then it gets so much
deeper and so much better, there aren’t any words for it at all.” His
eyes—bright, cobalt-blue eyes that made him famous—pierce me. “But be careful.
Because once you get on that speeding train, you can’t get off. Even if it
jumps the tracks, crashes into a nuclear power plant, and burns the whole world
to the ground.”
He gives me one long,
last look and then turns around and leaves.
From somewhere very far
off, I hear the sound of my demon laughing.
J.T. Geissinger is an award winning and best-selling author of dark, sexy romance. She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and was a finalist for the prestigious RITA© Award from the Romance Writers of America. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards. She lives in California with her husband, on whom all her heroes are based.
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