GO WITH ME (With Me, Book 2) by
Elyssa Patrick is out now!
New Adult/Contemporary Romance - Recommended for readers 17 and older
I, Daphne Fox, have a few things to confess:
1. I hate Nick Brady. Loathe. Abhor. Can’t stand him 95% of the time.
2. That other 5%? I’m not talking about that at all.
3. People think I’m lucky for surviving the car crash. I disagree.
4. Nick is the only guy who makes my nightmares go away.
5. I won’t love him, though. Love is not worth the pain.
I, Nick Brady, have a few confessions of my own:
1. I don’t hate Daphne Fox. At all.
2. I find her scar sexy. Just like the rest of her.
3. I may be her older brother’s best friend, but that’s not going to stop me.
4. I love her.
5. And I’m going to do everything I can to have her.
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~ Excerpt from GO WITH ME, copyright 2014 Elyssa Patrick
I know I won’t be kissed—and I really don’t want to be kissed by someone I don’t know, thank you very much. And it’s not like Nick is going to kiss me. I almost laugh at the thought.
Nick has been nice to me tonight, but kissing . . . No. He hates me. I hate him. Yeah, sure, I’ve thought about kissing him, but it doesn’t mean anything. And it’s not like I’m going to kiss him. No way. I meant what I said to Hailey—I’m not chasing after any guy. I want to be chased after.
I want to be wanted.
And, well, Nick doesn’t want me.
Not at all. I’m fine with this. Totally. It’s not like I really want Nick. So, that’s good. Really good. Except it doesn’t feel good. I know Nick annoys the crap out of me, but I still kinda sorta like him.
Just kinda though.
Someone bumps into me, and I stumble backward. Nick catches me and helps me straighten. I turn to thank him. He looks at me.
I start to open my mouth, then shut it and gaze up into his eyes. They really are such a deep blue—and so much more fascinating than my hazel ones. But I never realized he had tiny laugh lines at the corners of his eyes until now.
Nick steps closer to me, getting in my personal space again. But I don’t mind. Not one bit. I don’t even know what’s happening right now—except I don’t want to open my mouth and ruin whatever it is. We’re not even talking. We’re not even fighting. So weird. And then he puts his arm around my waist and brings my body to his. I gasp at the contact. He’s so hard and fit, and his heart is beating furiously against my palms.
I lift my right hand up to his face, daring to touch him. He hasn’t shaved, and his stubble rubs against my fingers. I love the feel of it. I want to get even closer to him. I want to press my body against his.
And then he touches my face. Not just anywhere on my face. He touches my scar. Tenderly. His fingers whisper along the jagged path, almost reverently. Like he can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe it, either.
~ Excerpt from GO WITH ME, copyright 2014 Elyssa Patrick
His mouth is on mine. He’s kissing me. And . . . I can’t believe it. I can’t believe he’s kissing me.
And I can’t believe I’m not kissing him back. I’m still in a state of disbelief where my mind is still processing that we’re actually doing this.
Nick pauses, but he doesn’t back away from me. He removes his mouth just enough that if he spoke, he would resume the kiss.
And he does exactly that.
“Kiss me,” he whispers those two words against me. Kiss me rubs along my lips, his breath stealing into mine. The deep, soft rumbling vibration of his low, sexy voice causes a tremor in my body, rocking me to my core.
Hell yeah, I’m going to kiss him back. I’m not wasting this moment. Just like he’s rocking my world right now, I’m so going to blow his mind.
I trail my fingers down his face, more than pleased when I feel a muscle in his jaw leap against my touch, then he stills himself. My fingers skim down his neck to the collar of his gray Henley shirt. I grasp his shirt and one tiny button digs into my palm. I lean up so my lips are almost touching his, so that when I speak, my mouth would move against his.
I look into his blue, blue eyes and whisper onto his lips, “Make me.”
He growls against my mouth—oh God, that’s so fucking hot—and then holds my face in his hands.
“Daphne,” he says, “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
Well, I have some idea, given what I’m feeling right now pressed against me. But before I can make a smart comeback, Nick kisses me.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Ever.
It’s not even a kiss. It’s a claiming. It’s intent, signed, sealed, and delivered with every touch.
His lips are soft against mine, teasing me—even as he marks me as his. He tugs gently on my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, and I whimper with need. I’m being branded.
It’s only fair that I brand him in return.
I lean up even more on my toes and loop my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his thick, wavy, dark brown hair. I sigh into his mouth, the sound full of desire—for him. He hauls me to him, and there’s no doubt in my mind whatsoever how much he wants me.
He’s so warm to my touch, and I want to burrow into him . . . and then I want to take off all his clothes so I can have my wicked way with him. I feel the hard length of him, hot and insistent, against me, and I get wet at the thought of being with him, skin to skin.
I kiss him, all the pent up passion I’ve hidden for so long, pouring out of me and into him. I want him. I let him know how much I want him. I take his mouth with my own, biting gently on his lower lip. I soothe the slight sting with my tongue, and he utters another sexy growl right before he slides his tongue into my mouth.
Had I thought I was being kissed before?
I was obviously mistaken.
Because this kiss? This kiss is the kiss. It’s like a planet bursting into life in the galaxy—I never knew a kiss could be like this until now. Until him.
His tongue meets mine, sweeping into my mouth, and I taste him. Strong, sexy, hot—and all mine.
His hand moves to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he moves his lips. Pressing into me. Wanting me.
Nick Brady wants me.
What can I say? Ms. Patrick has done it again and is quickly becoming one of my faves! This is the story of Nick and Daphne. Daphne believes that she can't stand Nick but he knows better. He's in love with her and works hard to show her. There were times I wanted to shake Daphne and other times my heart went out to her. Through it all, Nick was there - a true great Hero! For me, this is another 5 star book by Elyssa Patrick! Can't wait for the next one! ✔✔✔✔✔
About the Author
Elyssa Patrick is a former high school English teacher who left the classroom to write contemporary romances and New Adult. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.