We're hosting a release blitz for Can You Hear It by Casey Diam, a contemporary romance novel. This release blitz is organized by InkSlingerPR. Read an excerpt from the book and enter the giveaway! Please read on to learn more about the book!
ABOUT THE BOOK!
Title: Can You Hear ItAuthor: Casey Diam
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports
Release Date: August 1, 2019
Secrets.
Deceptions.
Tragedies.
Those were the root of all evil. One of those became the root of mine the day I lost the love of my life. My best friend. My lover.
Everyone disregarded it, saying, “Let’s face it, Averie, you have the rest of your life ahead of you.” They were wrong. James Lawrence was my ever after . . . until Ashton.
If only he didn’t come bearing his own brand of evil.
A secret.
The reason he wanted me to stay away.
I should have listened, and he should have tried harder, but both of us failed. And if we hadn’t, if he had told me when we first met, would it have altered the moment I realized that I was falling for him?
The slight variation in the air. The hitch in my breath. The lightness in my chest.
Impossible to know; I’d already fallen.
I was already ruined.
***A standalone sports romance that takes place in senior year high school. Due to explicit content, this book is suitable for 17+
READ AN EXCERPT!
My lips pressed to hers. “You can touch me anywhere.” I kissed her again. “It’s whatever you want, Averie.”
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been masturbating to images of her—every fucking day. Especially after talking to her on the phone at night. Her voice held this sexy rasp that sent all kinds of signals to my cock each time she spoke, and the wrong signals, too. It wasn’t the let’s-be-friends kind. It was the let-me-spread-your-legs-and-have-you-for-dessert kind, let-me-make-you-come-on-my-cock kind. And as we began to make out again, it remained in the back of my mind that I needed to tell her about my condition.
Kissing was okay.
Touching was okay.
But anything more than that, and I would have to tell her first. It wouldn’t be anything short of a betrayal if I didn’t. She wasn’t like the other three I’d slept with, she was more, I felt it every time I so much as looked at her.
Her hand moved over my zipper, and my cock lurched in my jeans, and as she began to caress me, a groan caught in my throat.
Fuck. Take my cock out if you want, I told her with my kiss. Whatever you want, Averie. Oh, fuck yes . . .
Her grip tightened around my dick as she continued to work it through the material, all I could think was how much I wanted to feel her bare hands on me.
With me on the brink of insanity, my lips crushed to hers, desperate with need.
After pressing myself into her hand, I rolled onto my back and flicked my belt from the loop, undoing it and my button in two seconds flat before yanking my zipper down. As her eyes shifted to my hand shoving at my jeans and then the tent pole situation in my boxers, I watched her.
Her fingers glided over my abs and under the waistband of my boxers, and inside to grip my cock.
Oh, fuck.
My head fell back, and a heavy breath passed my lips as my eyes closed.
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been masturbating to images of her—every fucking day. Especially after talking to her on the phone at night. Her voice held this sexy rasp that sent all kinds of signals to my cock each time she spoke, and the wrong signals, too. It wasn’t the let’s-be-friends kind. It was the let-me-spread-your-legs-and-have-you-for-dessert kind, let-me-make-you-come-on-my-cock kind. And as we began to make out again, it remained in the back of my mind that I needed to tell her about my condition.
Kissing was okay.
Touching was okay.
But anything more than that, and I would have to tell her first. It wouldn’t be anything short of a betrayal if I didn’t. She wasn’t like the other three I’d slept with, she was more, I felt it every time I so much as looked at her.
Her hand moved over my zipper, and my cock lurched in my jeans, and as she began to caress me, a groan caught in my throat.
Fuck. Take my cock out if you want, I told her with my kiss. Whatever you want, Averie. Oh, fuck yes . . .
Her grip tightened around my dick as she continued to work it through the material, all I could think was how much I wanted to feel her bare hands on me.
With me on the brink of insanity, my lips crushed to hers, desperate with need.
After pressing myself into her hand, I rolled onto my back and flicked my belt from the loop, undoing it and my button in two seconds flat before yanking my zipper down. As her eyes shifted to my hand shoving at my jeans and then the tent pole situation in my boxers, I watched her.
Her fingers glided over my abs and under the waistband of my boxers, and inside to grip my cock.
Oh, fuck.
My head fell back, and a heavy breath passed my lips as my eyes closed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR!
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Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with edge which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a little bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.
Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with edge which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a little bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.
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