Title: Burning Down the House
Author: Allie Gail
Release Date: March 10, 2014
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDIEwHo3QWU
2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award quarter-finalist Rob Kensington is just your typical high school senior. Athletic, intelligent, handsome. Sees a therapist once a week. Because his parents just died in a house fire of questionable origin. And he doesn’t seem to care. Maybe he isn’t so typical. Sara Marsh had no clue when she returned to live with her divorced father that the bedroom down the hall would be occupied by a stray with a major attitude problem. The last time she saw Rob, he was a brooding goth who could have passed as Marilyn Manson’s love child. But at some point during her three years away, Creepy Kensington managed to evolve into a sizzling hot star running back with smoldering hazel eyes. The attraction is undeniable. The temptation is irresistible. And soon they’re sharing more than just an address. But with another life lost in a deliberately set blaze, Sara’s trust is faltering. Has she lost her heart to a serial arsonist? He’s already shown her the allure of playing with fire. And someone’s about to get burned. This book contains strong language and sexual content and is intended for ages 17+
The next thing I knew I was waking to the blaring of some Breaking Benjamin song on a clock radio practically right next to my head, and a warm body spooning me from behind. Cursing under his breath, Rob reached over me and whacked the snooze button. Apparently the power was back on.
Relaxing back into the pillow we shared, he slipped his arm underneath the covers to snake it around my waist and pull me more snugly against him. Sighing contentedly, I covered his arm with mine and tried to ignore the very noticeable erection pressing against my backside. Morning wood, whatever you want to call it - felt more like solid granite to me. It sent a tingle of electricity through my body that prevented me from falling asleep again, even though I was drowsy. I probably hadn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep.
The arm that was wrapped around me began to casually move until his hand found the bottom of my Victoria’s Secret tank and slid underneath. He caressed my belly lightly with his knuckles while I tried to remember how to breathe. His touch was so amazingly gentle, which from my limited experience was kind of surprising. He paused just beneath my breasts, maybe waiting to see if I would protest. I didn’t.
With my hand still resting on his arm, his fingers slowly traced my curves. He nuzzled my hair out of the way to give me a lingering kiss on the shoulder before whispering, “You’re so soft…”
“Can’t say the same for you,” I replied breathlessly. His thumb began to stroke my nipple, stiffening it instantly while liquid heat coursed through me. I felt his hard length grind against me.
“I tried to tell you…this is what you do to me.”
I wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to me. Given the opportunity I would have traded five years of my life not to have to leave the warm security of his arms. How could I ever go back to sleeping alone after experiencing this?
The loud rock music interrupted us again, and this time I was the one who hastily shut it off. I wanted his hand to stay right where it was.
“I hate that fucking alarm clock,” he muttered, voicing my very opinion.
“Mm.” I returned my hand to his arm and snuggled back into him. Cupping my breast, he hugged me close. I sighed in complete and utter bliss. Unfortunately it couldn’t last. The minutes were flying by ridiculously fast. Why is it time only speeds up when you don’t want it to?
Finally he told me reluctantly, “We really need to get up.”
I groaned. “I don’t wanna get up…I have a stupid physics test today. And I didn’t even study for it.”
“Babydoll, if you don’t move soon you’re gonna be taking more than a physics test.”
“Five more minutes…”
“It’s Thursday. You know your dad’ll be home today.”
“Not until later.”
“Hasn’t he ever come in early?”
I considered that. “Um…well…”
“Uh-huh.” Pulling his hand away from my chest, he gave my bottom a light nudge with his knee. “Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty. Go get ready for school.”
Knowing he was right, I dragged myself grudgingly from the comfort of his bed. “Mornings suck,” I announced while shuffling to my room.
“Just be thankful you’re not the one who has to take a cold shower,” he called back, causing me to laugh.
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About the AuthorWhen I was just thirteen, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that one day I’d become a published author. Unfortunately, scribbling cartoons and silly stories during class instead of devoting 100% attention to blahblah-isn’t-algebra-exciting-blahblah was basically frowned upon. When I was fourteen, I made the decision to become the next Madonna. There was only one problem with that. Nobody wanted to listen to an off-key voice that sent the family dog running for cover. At fifteen, I was positive that acting was my future. A case of slack-jawed stage fright erased that particular ambition from the list. At sixteen, ballet became my new passion…until the revelation that truly dedicated ballerinas aren’t allowed to stuff their faces with pizza and cupcakes. Oh, and they also don’t typically possess a tendency to trip over their own feet. Graceful, I am not. Now, some years later – never mind how many – I’ve come full circle only to rediscover a lost love in writing. But now I use a computer instead of college ruled notebook paper – and thankfully there’s no threat of detention!
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