Monday, August 5, 2013

Unstoppable (Fierce #2) by Ginger Voight {Cover Reveal + Giveaway}


His eyes were rimmed red when they met mine. "I die inside every time he touches you, and there's nothing I can do about it. You've made it clear that you're going to go on with this sham of a marriage, no matter who it hurts in the process. You lie to everyone, Jordi, including the people you're supposed to love the most. And I just can't take it anymore. This is not the way I want to live my life."

"I thought I was worth it," I mumbled. 

"You have no idea what you're worth," he said softly. "That's the problem."

In book #2 of the Fierce saga, Jordi Hemphill has joined her true love Jace Riga on cross-country tour with Giovanni Carnevale and Dreaming in Blue. The star-crossed lovers anticipate the freedom to explore their burgeoning relationship, despite the continued complications of her ties to her tormentor Eddie Nix and Jace's new standing as a rock icon. Nothing is as it seems, which make the pair fodder for the rumor mill. Forces from all directions threaten to tear them apart, but it is Jordi's own insecurities that drive a wedge between the aspiring diva and her hero.

Author Ginger Voight further delves into the key issues that keep Jordi from defeating her demons once and for all. This sweeping saga unearths revelations that will rock Jordi's world forever... and set her on the path to the path to her story's epic conclusion.




Excerpt:
I got to the hotel first, so it was my turn to set the stage for romance. I ordered an extra dozen roses, to scatter petals across the floor and the bed, reserving some for the oversized bath. With a grin I unpacked a fragrant bubble bar and bath bomb from one of my favorite cosmetics companies, along with a package of tea light candles.

When Jace arrived an hour later, he found a path to the bathroom where I waited, up to my neck in perfumed bubbles, surrounded by a sea of candlelight. Music played in the background, songs from my MP3 player I had created especially for our time together.
“Hey beautiful,” he said with a lazy grin as he leaned against the doorframe. He held up a bottle of bubbly. “Thirsty?”
I scooted to the edge of the tub, running my hand up his leg. “Hungry,” I said in a low growl.

He chuckled as he uncorked the bottle and handed it to me. I watched him peel his shirt from his lithe body, tossing it over in a dark corner. Our eyes met and locked as he unzipped his jeans, sliding them easily over his hips and kicking them free. He sat on the edge of the tub to remove his artificial leg and dressing, then swung easily over to join me in the warm water.
He wasted no time in pulling me to him for a deep, hungry kiss. His hands slid across my wet, bubble-covered skin, all the way down my back until he cupped my ass and lifted me toward his lap. “God, I can’t believe it’s really you,” he said against my mouth. “We’re really here. Alone.”

I nodded with an incoherent moan. I wanted him so badly I ached. I explored his mouth liberally with my tongue as my hands drifted down his muscular torso and across his taunt stomach. When my fingers dipped lower, cupping him in an eager little grasp, he sucked in a sharp breath. He grew hard in my hand as I stroked him under the water.

“You naughty little girl,” he playfully growled into my neck. “You’re not wasting any time.”
“I want you,” I said simply.

He tilted his head to look at me. His hand traced the curve of my face. “I need you,” he confessed as he tugged my hair free from the pins holding it up away from the water. “I can’t breathe without you, Jordi.”

I rewarded him with another kiss as I straddled him. His fingers dug into my hips as I ground against him, savoring how hard he was for me. I did that…and it made me feel like a goddess. He watched me gyrate against him, his eyes on the body I hid from the world. Yet he thought me beautiful… desirable…perfect.

Neither one of us could speak as I slid him inside of me. He opened me with his hard body, resurrecting me with his touch. I held him deep inside of me for a long moment as I stared into those eyes that had never held one ounce of cruelty or ridicule. In his eyes I saw amazement and wonder. They were a mirror of everything I wanted to be.

He cupped water in his hand to rinse my torso free from residual bubbles, baring my body even more for his eyes, his fingers and his mouth. He took one full breast in his hand, bringing it to his lips. I gasped as he covered the painfully erect nipple, lapping over it with his tongue, making me shudder all over. I began to move against him, grinding myself down. My back protested but I didn’t care. I just needed to feel him inside of me, filling me, making me whole.
He captured my lips for another kiss as he guided my hips. I braced against the tiled wall as we lost ourselves to each other. The ache in me couldn’t be easily satisfied. I needed him deeper. I wanted him to reach so far inside that he became a part of me. Our kiss broke but our eyes were locked solid as we raced together toward the abyss. He toppled blissfully over the edge first, his hands gripping my shoulders to slam me down on him as he released himself. I was triumphant as I stared down at him, my hair falling like a curtain across my face.

One hand sneaked around my neck as he pulled me for another kiss, while his other hand slipped in between our bodies. While he was still rigid inside of me, his finger surrounded my clit, slipping easily along my smooth skin. I gasped in his mouth. He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes bore into mine while he sent me into outer space with his magical fingers. He didn’t stop until I was screaming from pleasure, my body a quivering mass all around him.

I collapsed against the strong wall of his wet chest. It had been a long time coming, but it was always worth the wait. His heart thundered against my ear as he cuddled me close. “My Jordi,” he murmured.

“Always,” I said.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD. Having grown up reading different authors like Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance. Genre romance, however, has held a special place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can. Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, GROUPIE and PICTURE POSTCARDS. Ginger was included in the best-selling book by Smith Magazine NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING, featuring her six-word memoir.

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2 comments:

  1. Crap, I really need to get caught up on all these books. Thanks for sharing!

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