My Thoughts
Not only was this book insanely sexy, but it made me laugh out loud throughout the story. I so loved not only the sizzling chemistry between Will and Shannon, but their banter was a complete riot. The texts were freakin' hilarious. And about that sizzle...holy hell. We're talking some grade A naughty talk comes out of Will's mouth that had me fanning myself. Now add to that fact that he's all alpha and he loves Shannon way past her crazy and I tumbled for the man. Oh and he gives good sweet too. Oh Shannon how I loved that he made you swoon and sigh and forget all those pesky things on your to-do list. I so loved their story.
I give The Cornerstone 5 hearts!
Not only was this book insanely sexy, but it made me laugh out loud throughout the story. I so loved not only the sizzling chemistry between Will and Shannon, but their banter was a complete riot. The texts were freakin' hilarious. And about that sizzle...holy hell. We're talking some grade A naughty talk comes out of Will's mouth that had me fanning myself. Now add to that fact that he's all alpha and he loves Shannon way past her crazy and I tumbled for the man. Oh and he gives good sweet too. Oh Shannon how I loved that he made you swoon and sigh and forget all those pesky things on your to-do list. I so loved their story.
I give The Cornerstone 5 hearts!
About the Book
A tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL. A
power struggle with no end in sight.
Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room
bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and
discover they've been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives.
The last one? Yeah. That's all me.
She's driven and demanding…
I wasn't always a bitch. There's a dirty little trick to
succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way
up from nothing, and I don't bend for anyone.
Until Will Halsted ties me to a headboard and makes me
his…for now.
One wild, filthy night turns into another, and then...we
can't stop. Each time we're together is more addictive than the last, but it's
nothing more than a sexy escape from reality.
Or is it?
He's never walked away from a challenge…
I wasn't always a warrior but now it's in my bones and
blood. That's what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire
life is classified: where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done, and
there's no mission too dangerous.
Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like
trying to swim against a riptide. She's going to tear me up and toss me to the
shore, and I'll love every minute of it.
Every time I'm down range, I want her counting the hours
until I'm back. Waiting for me. She's done it before; she'll do it again.
Or will she?
They're wrong for each other in every possible way…
Or are they?
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Excerpt
Her pale brows drew together in a vicious scowl, and I
recognized I was wrong about Shannon. She wasn't a socialite, not at all. She
was a fighter, and a scrappy one at that.
"In other words," she said, "I run this town
and I don't need any help doing it."
She shrugged and now that shoulder was all the way exposed.
A wild splash of freckles ran across her skin, and I was too tired, too fed up
with this conversation, too tightly wound to do anything but imagine tasting
her right there. I pushed off from the counter and stared at the sea, all while
searching for enough discipline to make it back to my room without doing
something unbelievably stupid.
But instead of leaving the bar right then, I stopped beside
Shannon and studied those freckles. "Like the tail of a comet," I
murmured.
I reached out and traced a line from the ball of her
shoulder across her collarbone. Then my gaze shifted to her mouth and those
defiant, sinful lips, and my other hand was sliding up her neck and into her
hair.
I didn't know why I did it. Maybe it had been too long since
I touched a woman. Maybe I couldn't handle the post-deployment horny as well as
I used to. Or maybe…maybe I wanted to get into a power struggle with Shortcake.
My forehead rested against Shannon's as I moved into her
space, crowding her and feeling all five-foot-nothing of her pressed against
me.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Waiting for you to stop me," I said against her
lips.
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About the Author
Kate Canterbary doesn't have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean--Pacific or Atlantic--is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people--be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane--ever since. Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn't writing sexy architects, she's scheduling her days around the region's best food trucks.
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