My Thoughts
Shannon is one of my go to authors for brilliant romantic thrillers. So when I found out that she had begun a new series I couldn't wait to read it. She writes passionate stories filled with sizzling passion and Right Through Me hit all my buttons. I loved Caro from the very beginning when she danced her way into Noah's world. Little did they know just how much their worlds were already connected. They had some serious chemistry and I so wanted them to find their way through the other side still together. I also wanted to know more about the people around Noah and I can't wait to read more of this series.
I give Right Through Me 4 hearts!
About the Book
Stranger, speak softly...
Biotech tycoon Noah Gallagher has a deadly secret: his
clandestine training as a super-soldier gives him abilities that go far beyond
human. Yet he's very much a man. When Caro Bishop shows up at his Seattle
headquarters with a dangerous secret agenda, his ordered life is thrown into
chaos. Caro is a woman like no other—and her luminously sensual beauty cloaks a
mystery he must solve.
Caro's lying low, evading a false charge of murder. She
means to clear her name, and she'll do whatever it takes to survive—but
seducing a man like Noah is more than she bargained for. His amber eyes have
the strangest glow when he looks at her—she could swear he sees the secrets of
her heart. The desire smoldering in Noah's eyes awakens her own secret hunger,
but Caro has to resist his magnetic pull. Anyone close to her becomes a target.
The only right thing to do is run, far and fast, but Caro can't outrun Noah's
ferocious intensity—or deny the searing passion that explodes between them.
Nothing else matters—until a vicious enemy bent on the
ultimate revenge puts his murderous plan into play. Noah and Caro must battle
for their lives...and their love...
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Excerpt
“Look,” he said. “I promised not to touch you. I can’t keep
that promise anymore.”
She
drifted closer, a cloud of sunset colors. Her scent washed over his senses. His
supercharged synesthesia translated her aroma into colors in his head. He
wanted to strip her bare. His hands flexed with the impulse to seize her. It
almost overcame him.
“Leave.”
His voice was tight. “I paid you.”
“No,”
she said.
“You
finished your dance. You said there could be nothing more. So go.”
“Shhh.”
She stretched up, touching his cheek with soft, cool fingertips. Then, to his
astonishment, she pressed a hot, soft kiss to his jaw.
“This
is not helping,” he growled.
She
rose up on her bare feet, her mouth near his. Never quite getting there. No
kiss . . . just the caressing heat of her breath. The teasing promise of . . .
maybe . . . almost.
He was so close to losing control, he didn’t
dare inhale.
He
stepped back. Not far enough. The sweetness of her perfume taunted him.
She
didn’t move. Not one inch. She was enjoying this, feeling her power. It made
his teeth grind, and his dick ache.
“You’re
still here,” he said.
“I’m
not ready to leave.” Her voice was a drifting whisper. “I like the way this
makes me feel.”
“I’m
ready,” he said. “And it’s my goddamn office.”
“Yes.
After hours. And we’re alone. More or less.” She closed the slight distance
between them with a single step.
So she
was seducing him. He got the message—but he still didn’t dare breathe.
Then
she took his hand, and pressed it against her bare belly.
They
both inhaled sharply. She was flower-petal smooth against the hard, callused
skin of his palm. A flash of hot lust pumped through him.
A
swift, shocked ripple went through her, as if she’d had a small orgasm, and
then her hand fastened over his, holding it firmly in place. As if she welcomed
the touch but didn’t dare allow his hand to wander elsewhere.
“Take
the envelope,” he said. “Put it in your bag, and we’re square.”
Her
fingers tightened on his hand.
“I
asked for a service, you provided it, I paid you,” he said stubbornly. All
business. Meeting over. Too bad his dick didn’t get the memo. He was about to
explode.
Without
saying a word, she turned and headed to the bathroom, purple veils fluttering
behind her.
He
didn’t have to wait for her to return. But he knew that he would.
She was
back minutes later, wearing jeans and a baggy black T-shirt. His exotic dancing
maiden was gone but she was as beautiful as ever. Her real hair was a thick,
curly dark cloud, caught up in back in a tousled knot of twisted ringlets. Some
of them dangled around her face.
“Sorry,”
he said stiffly. “That got out of hand.”
“It’s
OK. Not your fault.” She looked down at
herself. “I thought it was better to have this conversation in street clothes,”
she said. “To see if the fantasy melted away for you without the props. Better
for both of us to know right now.”
He
looked her up and down. Blood roared in his ears. “That’s not happening.”
Her sig
pulsed, excited pinks and reds. “So?”
“I
promised not to touch you, and I broke that promise. With your help.”
She
nodded reluctantly.
“If you
stay here, I’ll break it again. Let me put that right out in the open.”
About the Author
Shannon McKenna is the NYT and USA Today bestselling author
of fifteen action packed, turbocharged romantic thrillers, among which are the
stories of the wildly popular McCloud series. She’s also the author of the
upcoming OBSIDIAN series, the first of which, RIGHT THROUGH ME, comes out in
July of 2016. She loves tough and heroic alpha males, heroines with the brains
and guts to match them, villains who challenge them to their utmost, adventure,
scorching sensuality, and most of all, the redemptive power of true love. Since
she was small she has loved abandoning herself to the magic of a good book, and
her fond childhood fantasy was that writing would be just like that, but with
the added benefit of being able to take credit for the story at the end. The
alchemy of writing turned out to be messier than she'd ever dreamed, but what
the hell, she loves it anyway, and hopes that readers enjoy the results of her
alchemical experiments. She loves to hear from her readers.
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