Blog Tour: Touching Down by Nicole Williams
The whole world might be in love with
him. But all he’s ever loved is her.
Grant Turner’s
name is synonymous with football. The fans and media can’t get
enough of the player known as The Invincible Man, a nickname he
earned while growing up in one of the toughest neighborhoods in the
country and the nickname he’s kept by being one of the best players
in professional football today. No one can take him down. He’s
unstoppable.
But even a suit of armor has its weak point,
and Grant’s has always been Ryan Hale.
They were a couple of
kids when they fell in love, and just when it looked like the happy
ending neither expected was within reach, Ryan disappeared. No
explanations. No good-byes.
Grant coped by throwing himself
into the game for seven years, and he’s finally moved on. Or so he
thinks.
When she walks back into his life, all of those
feelings come crashing back, despite the warnings in his head that
tell him she’ll leave him again. Grant can withstand the league’s
toughest defensive line, but he’s always been weak where she’s
concerned.
No man can take Grant Turner down.
But one
woman certainly can.
One woman will.
Grant motioned for me to wait when I
started to open my door, then he jogged around to open it himself.
“This is a date. That means I drop you off in front, walk you up to
the front door . . .”
He took my hand and helped me out,
grinning all goofy-like when the hem of my dress slid up my legs as I
crawled out.
“Give me a goodnight kiss?” I added as I let him
take my hand.
He peered over at me, brow raised. “Or a good
night something.”
Giving him a light shove, I tried not to
pretend that a good night something sounded as appealing to me as it
did to him. “I never should have told you it’s been seven years
since my last time.”
“Yes, you definitely should
have.”
“Why’s that?”
He grinned at the ground.
“Because I can use that knowledge in my favor.”
“How does
knowing that work in your favor?” I angled toward him as we climbed
the stairs together.
After we’d stopped in front of the door,
he turned and pulled me closer. “Because I know how bad you need it
now.”
The skin on the back of my neck raised, my lips parting
from the acceleration of my breath. “How do you know it’s not a
case of the longer you go without it, the less you need it?”
“No,”
he said at last, his head slowly shaking. “Not with something like
that. Not with someone like you.” Grant moved closer, not stopping
until his chest was pressing into mine, walking me backward until my
back ran into the wall. “In fact, I bet you’ve gone so long, I
could barely touch you and you’d fall apart in my arms. Am I
right?”
My chest was brushing against his, my legs feeling
weak from what was happening. Or what was about to happen. Or what I
was imagining was about to happen.
“No,” I whispered,
“you’re not right.”
His eyes called me out. “There’s
only one way to know who’s right.” He kissed the outside of my
neck before lightly sucking on my earlobe.
The moan he drew
from me seemed to sweep across the entire estate. My hand clamped
over my mouth, but he pried it away.
“No. I don’t want you
stifling the sounds you make for me.” Holding my wrist, he slid my
hand up the wall until my arm was fully extended above me. The stone
was still warm from the sun, heat seeping into my skin. “Other
hand,” he ordered before sinking his teeth into my lobe.
The
sensation made me jolt against him, but all he did was press his body
into mine harder until I felt trapped between two walls of stone.
When I lifted my other hand for him, he gathered it up in his hand
with my other wrist. The task of winding around both of my wrists was
no challenge for hands the size of his.
Once he had me pinned,
he rocked his hips into mine, practically lifting me up the wall.
Another moan escaped from my mouth, but this one was more a cry of
pleasure. He was right. He’d barely have to touch me.
His
other hand moved from the bend of my hip to reach something above
us.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my ribs feeling as
though they’d crack from the way my heart was
pounding.
“Unscrewing this light bulb,” he said, right
before the wash of light disappeared and darkness moved in around us.
“And now, I’m going to take care of you.”
Nicole Williams is the New York Times
and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult
romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books
have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both
domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish
additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books
(a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the
sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of
their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans
on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own
personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all
nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too
long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and
daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too
many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel,
of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.
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