Release Blitz: Midnight Sun by Elizabeth Miller
Title: Midnight Sun
Series: The Midnight Trilogy /
McKenna Chronicles #3
Author: Elizabeth Miller
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 7, 2016
When sheltered journalist Charlie
Carter first met the brooding and enigmatic presidential hopeful
Colin McKenna, it ignited a passionate affair that set both their
lives racing in a new, yet terrifying direction. Hunted by her past,
Charlie was forced to face her fears and the stalker who could have
ruined the future she barely hoped to have. Determined to lay history
to rest, she overcame those obstacles to claim her spot next to the
influential man she loves.
Now, with the presidential
campaign behind them, Colin and Charlie have it all—power, passion
and a love so true nothing could come between them. With the grandeur
of the wedding approaching, Charlie is swallowed by the enormity of
becoming American royalty. She knows living in the White House with
all its scrutiny won’t be easy, but she’s secure with herself and
with Colin.
Just when everything settles into a new
normal, and it appears nothing can eclipse their bond, the
unthinkable happens. Colin’s worst nightmare is brought to life. He
must race to save the one woman who brought order to his world and a
happiness he never thought possible. With history seeming to repeat
itself, Colin fights to hold them together and prepare for a new life
that could possibly be the end of Charlie's.
I try desperately to form a plan on how
to seduce my husband. The first day it’s a lingerie fashion show
after we go for a hike. I pull out the pieces I brought and go so far
as to have a personal shopper in town bring me more. Nothing, no
go—he’s stoic yet quite responsive to the barest of lace. My
breasts are full, sensitive, darker at the tips, and I beg him to
massage them. It’s equal parts pain and exquisite pleasure.
It’s
cloudy and damp on day two. We work side by side in the kitchen to
make dinner, vegetarian lasagna because meat isn’t sitting well
with me. While it’s in the oven, I slip away to get dressed in a
gown way too fancy for a weekday meal, but it’s sexy and clingy
satin that plunges to my belly button.
I pass by his
shoulder to whisper that I’m sans bra and panties. Steam may come
out of his ears, but instead of throwing me down on the counter and
having me for dinner, he turns me in a twirl. There is no music, only
his voice as this time he sings to me. The tables are turned with his
breath on my neck and his hands scraping down my back. I can feel
every line of his body, the ridges of his chest and stomach, and the
not-so-subtle signs of his own desire that has turned into a constant
rubbing terror. Oh, for the love of all that’s holy. I’m burning
up. He must see it in my eyes, as he swings us outside while the sky
opens. We dance, or at this point sway, pressed together in the rain
until we’re soaked and I’m putting on my own dirty show. It ends
with a low dip and his tongue streaking down my chest. That’s
it—nothing else.
The rest of our vacation is more of
the same. He works a few hours each day and I play the guitar,
singing until I’m hoarse. Hiking, swimming, golf—they’re all on
the agenda. We’ve finished relentless bouts of Scrabble and
Monopoly, but he always wins so I’m intent on victory with my own
game.
Tuesday and every day thereafter, he tries to wear
me out mentally and physically, so I bring out Cosmo and implement my
tactics. I even leave the magazine open to the best articles, hoping
that’s what we’ll read at naptime. I get significant use out of
my highest heels—five-inch black platforms—with no clothes on, of
course—eat a ton of bananas, and still face nothing but furtive
looks and low grumbles.
Day twelve and I take on a new
tactic—kissing. Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus, I love kissing Colin
McKenna. And so I do. Every chance I get my tongue is in his
mouth.
It’s a game between us. Who can make the other
more desperate and needy? He stops me in the hall before lunch to
grab me. A quick, passionate kiss leaves me breathless with delayed
desire—a gift that keeps on giving. He moves on to do
God-knows-what and I’m stuck against the wall, shifting restlessly
for any kind of friction to alleviate the constant ache between my
thighs. I start the laundry with an attitude and a huff, and then I
stalk into the kitchen and jump him. Hands in his hair, I wrap my
legs around his waist and kiss him until I’m on the verge of
finding Shangri-La. But he pushes me away, mumbling something about
me not being ready.
My response lies in our bedroom,
drawer number two in the dresser to be exact, and it barely takes up
space. The skimpiest bikini known to man looks good on me, really,
really good. It’s white against my newfound tan with triangles that
barely cover all my good parts, and I strut out to the pool. I walk
by Colin with a cool air of confidence and a tap to his backside.
When he retreats, I dive in the pool for relief. The man makes me
hot.
When he arrives, sexy as sin in his own Lycra suit
that hugs his glutes and quads, I start my backstroke and mumble
about the weather, the trees, the sweet birds to steer my thoughts
away from my husband. My husband, I want to scream. The man who must
satisfy all my desires.
But when he starts critiquing my
backstroke, arms behind his head, legs out and crossed at the ankle
on a lounger, I can’t stop. I tell myself I should, but he’s so
tempting, so distracting, I end my midday swim and leap at him. He
catches me with a grunt and darkening eyes. Our mouths connect and
the angels sing Hallelujah. Or maybe it’s me humming my praise.
Straddling him, I claw my way up his bare chest, my nails scraping
his skin now wet from mine, with the oh-so-thin fabric of our
swimsuits as the only thing keeping his thing from sinking into my
thing. I’ve lost track of where he ends and I begin. Is that my
heartbeat or his? His groan or mine?
I don’t know how
I could be more ready. The pool of natural resources collecting on
his upper thigh is a sure indicator I’m well prepared and that is
only a slight exaggeration. If he doesn’t touch me, really touch
me, I’m going to self-combust. What kind of husband would let his
wife expire from want?
His grip loosens and the pressure
of his mouth fades. Oh, God. “Don’t slow down. No, please,” I
beg, but he does, releasing the hold his teeth had on my bottom lip
and rubbing his nose over mine, all the while his eyes stay stuck on
my parted mouth. His expression is rigid, fighting for control in the
flex of his jaw. I bite the tip of his finger when it nears my lips,
then I suck on it, and get into a good, deep rhythm.
“That’s
enough.” Colin’s voice could grate granite into pebbles. “You
win.”
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Men like him don't exist in the real
world, but they do in Washington. Perfect smile. Perfect manners.
Tall, broad and beautiful. The most powerful Senator in DC is seeking
the White House. And he wants me to help him get there.
Me. Charlie Carter, sister, daughter, a
pseudo-journalist from a small town with limited experience. He's a
god among men. Colin McKenna isn't the boy next door—he's the lion
ready to slaughter the lamb. I should run, bury myself under the
years that have slipped by, but the new whirlwind of opportunity his
offer holds entices the prey from her hiding spot.
I give in. And because we're both a
little bit broken, we fall, and it's fast and hard and intense. But
just as the campaign gets going, things start to fall apart. Someone
is intent on breaking us. Not just breaking us up, but destroying our
hope for a future. My secrets, his advisers, and the past conspire
together, and it seems they'll succeed.
Or will they?
The Midnight Series is an
intense, sexy romance with a dash of intrigue and loads of emotion
from author Elizabeth Miller. This thrilling, complete series is at
times laugh out loud funny, it sizzles between the sheets and drops
one surprise after another. Midnight is not a political
drama, nor does it delve deeply into politics. Prepare for an epic
romance about two people with disparate lives trying to come
together. It's for the 17+ crowd.
She wears many hats. Some include wife,
mother of two small boys, writer, reader, lover of gummy bears and
Henry Cavill. She’s a proud Indie author who adores a broken hero,
a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy times. In 2013 she
decided to flex her writing muscles and began her debut
novel: Midnight. Published in 2014, she continues writing sweet
romantic, okay maybe a little bit erotic, suspenseful adult
contemporary novels with characters you’re destined to fall in love
with. Connect with EM, she loves to chat with readers.
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