Jackson and Sylvia are back in the third and final
part of J. Kenner's sizzling erotic trilogy. You definitely don't
want to miss how their story ends!
About UNDER MY SKIN
Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks are back in the
powerful finale of a provocative, sizzling-hot new erotic trilogy set
in the world of J. Kenner’s beloved Stark novels: Release
Me, Claim Me, andComplete Me.
He’s the only man
I’ve ever loved, and the one man I can’t bear to lose.
Jackson Steele is my light in this
world. Charismatic, bold, and always in control, he knows what he
wants and how to get it—and absolutely nothing stands in his way.
His hold on me is magnetic, his claim on me complete, his kiss my
ultimate escape.
We both harbor dark secrets that could
tear our lives apart. Though we’ve tried to bury our pasts, there
are certain people who won’t let us forget. But the closer danger
comes, the brighter the fire between us burns—our ecstasy consuming
and soothing us both.
There’s no telling what lies ahead,
but I know that Jackson never gives in without a fight. I’d do
anything he wants to keep him safe, give him anything he needs. And
now that we’re in deep, nothing can make me run.
Under My Skin is
intended for mature audiences.
EXCERPT
She slams the door shut, the limo pulls
back out onto the street, and I am left beside Jackson who sits
perfectly, dangerously still.
I swallow, my skin prickling from the
rising heat.
I’m breathing hard, my breasts rising
and falling. My skin is warm, and beads of perspiration have gathered
at the nape of my neck.
He turns his head slowly, his eyes
meeting mine, wild and feral and hard. There’s a hungry glint to
them, and for a moment I fear that he will tear me to pieces. That I
will truly stand as proxy for the bastards who leaked the news. For
the fear that I know must be consuming him, just as it is consuming
me.
But haven’t I repeatedly told him
that I can handle it, no matter how bad it gets? That I will be his
release valve, his safety net?
That I’ll willingly take in his
pain—and then we’ll turn it around into passion.
I am still holding his gaze, and I feel
locked in place simply from the force of his will. He has not touched
me, and though we haven’t spoken, I know that he will not until I
acquiesce. Not tonight. Not when he needs to push. To go as far as he
needs, and then some.
“Yes,” I say.
A muscle twitches in his cheek, but he
doesn’t otherwise move, nor does he say a word to me. He simply
watches me for one beat, then another. It is as if he is sizing me
up, testing my resolve. I stay where I am, looking back at him. But
slowly—very slowly—I part my thighs.
Jackson sucks in a breath through his
nose. Then he twists at the waist so that he can reach the intercom
button. He jams his finger down on it.
“Don’t go home, Edward.” His
voice is hard. Tight with control. “Just drive. I don’t care
where. Just drive until I tell you to stop.”
About J.
Kenner
Julie Kenner (aka J. Kenner and J.K. Beck) is
the New York Times, USA
Today, Publishers Weekly,
and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author of over forty novels, novellas and short stories in a variety
of genres.
Praised by Publishers Weekly as
an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric
characterizations,” J.K. writes a range of stories including super
sexy romances, paranormal romance, chick lit suspense and paranormal
mommy lit. Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon:
Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by
Julie Kenner, is in development as a feature film with 1492
Pictures.
Her most recent trilogy of erotic romances, The
Stark Trilogy (as J. Kenner), reached as high as #2 on the New
York Times list and is published in over twenty
countries.
J.K. lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two
daughters, and several cats.
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