Release Blitz, Review and Giveaway! Flesh Into Fire – JA Huss & Johnathan McClain
time Carlos and Logan have gone too far. People are dead, lives have been
changed, and she’s had enough. Plus, she’s got the Devil on her side, so when
an enemy turns into a friend with an idea of how to take Carlos down, she’s in.
adult life. He’s ready for anything when it comes to payback. But endangering
Maddie can’t be part of the deal. Unfortunately for him, once Maddie gets an
idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.
more at stake than himself.
still lose each other.
Still all the stars!! This series continues to awe me, I am glued to these characters and will be so sad to see the ending simply because of Maddie and Tyler and how much they’ve grown over the span of the series so far. Tyler is of course completely insane, but I never hate it. He really makes crazy work for him and I am madly in love. He is so protective of Maddie it is inspiring to men everywhere. Maddie! OMG she has really come into herself in this book. You can just tell she’s fed up with everything that’s been happening, she is coming at Carlos and Logan with a VENGEANCE! Maddie is starting to adopt the crazy like Tyler has been and it looks good on her!
These characters are so complex and they have grown so much because of each other, and the trials they’re being put through. Everything that is happening is making them who they will be in the future, and it looks awesome..well, like scary awesome. But still!! Even Raven is super intriguing and is bringing something to the table in this series. Still my favorite collaboration, I will wait patiently for the finally.
interlaced fingers over so that I can see the back of her hand. It’s strong,
but delicate. Long fingers and white skin. Veins that tense with the clench of
her grip. Freckles. Just a few light, faint, perfect freckles.
same thought I had the other day. That I want to learn her. Her body. Every
millimeter of her. I want it burned into my brain. I want to imprint her into
my memory before she goes. I want to study her. I want to have a PhD in Maddie
her hand and stand up, turn to face her and then kneel down.
you doing?” she asks.
anything. She’s not wearing shoes, so I start tugging at the toes of her socks
and she giggles as I work them off her legs and then hold her precious feet in
my hands, examining them. I stroke the bones that run along the top, ending at
the tips of her toes, and I kiss each toe one by one.
over to inspect the scar I found the other day, and I give it a kiss. Then I
spread her legs and slide in between them, popping my head up to give her a
kiss on the lips, before I unbutton her jeans and draw down the zipper. She
leans back, propping herself on her elbows, and shimmies her hips as I pull her
pants down. They’re so tight on her, so fitted, that they draw her underwear
along with them as I pull, and then the pants are off her body and on the
floor, and her bare calves, and knees, and thighs, and pussy are there for me
leaning back on her elbows, she tilts her head to the side, presses her lips
together in a tight smile, and raises her eyebrows at me.
of her legs and place my face right next to it. Like an archaeologist exploring
the contours of a priceless, ancient artifact.
Her smell will be the thing that I know I will hold onto most. It’s always been
that way for me. Smell is the most potent sense I have when it comes to
triggering memories. When I smell cinnamon, I remember my mom. Because she was
baking when she collapsed that last time after chemo. And so that’s the smell I
choose to associate with my final memory of her, as opposed to the antiseptic
smell of the hospital. Because that wasn’t her anymore anyway. Mom stayed in
the kitchen. Only the shell of her stuck around for a couple weeks more in the
Maddie smells like freshly cut grass. She’s been packing and getting ready to
leave all day, and it’s been weirdly warm of late, so she’s a little sweaty.
And that smell—that pungent, dense, round smell of sweat on her skin that fills
my nostrils—reminds me of summer. Which I love. Because I suppose that means
that for the rest of my life, there’ll be an entire season where every day all
I’ll be able to think about is her. Even though I don’t imagine needing a lot
of prompts to steer my thoughts in her direction.
my fingers along her leg, kissing as I go, and drinking in her scent with every
breath, she drops down from her elbows, letting herself lie flat on her back,
her legs dangling off the side of the bed. She traces her fingers up and down
the line of her stomach, pushing her t-shirt up to the curve of her breasts as
I continue my survey of her flesh.
discovering things. Things that no one else on earth besides me will know.
calf appears just infinitesimally stronger than her left. Her left knee is the
teeniest bit knobbier than her right. And when I kiss her behind either of her
knees, she shudders through her stomach, causing her toes to crinkle.
the bend in her knee, I draw my nose along the inside of her thigh. She
wriggles a teeny bit as my beard moves along her soft skin. And then my mouth
is right at the brink of her entrance. I take my thumb and run it along the
pink folds and she lets out a “mmmmm.” I tilt my head, studying my fingers as
they massage her tender skin, and take note of what sound each gesture evokes
tenderly on her opening causes her to growl from somewhere deep inside her
throat. So I do. I kiss, and I let my warm breath signal my presence, but I
don’t want to penetrate her. Not this way. If she wants me to be inside her, I
will happily oblige, but for now I just want to be here with her and hold her
hold her close in my thoughts every second that she’s gone.
her in my heart.
search their whole life looking for that one place they belong. For that one
person who gets them. Who brings them into their world, lets them fall easily
into the pull of their gravity, and lets them just… be. Just exist. Quietly.
Naturally. Freely. This is Tyler for me. The center of my universe. The man
around whom I now orbit.
satellite, either. But like… like two things meant to be one. Like long ago
something crashed into us, broke us into little pieces, and left us adrift.
Floating in directionless space. Spinning wildly with no tether. And now we’ve
been pulled back together. And we circle each other, still spinning, but with
the purpose of joining. Of becoming one thing again. Not because of tragedy,
the way I’d imagined when I sent that letter. It’s not a lifeline of salvation
connecting us now, but some force of nature we can’t explain, or control, or
bend to our will. Some law of the universe that dictates the fate of things.
connected by something more powerful than shared sorrow. And every moment we’ve
spent apart has been valuable. Necessary. Critical.
between my legs feels wonderful. I could close my eyes and enjoy it. Let myself
reach the heights of pleasure.
done doing things alone. We’re connected now. And everything we do will be
whisper, “Tyler,” as I caress his head. Run my fingers through his hair. Touch
his shoulders. Slide my fingertips up and down the hills and valleys of his
at me, his eyes smiling even though they’re half closed, even though his mouth
is still working. His tongue still flicking against my pussy.
here,” I say. “And kiss my mouth.”
smiles with his whole face. His hands plant on either side of my hips and he
draws himself up to standing. He lifts his t-shirt over his head and undoes his
jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and his nakedness reminds me that he has
lived every single day of his time on this earth.
onto the bed and eases forward. My legs open wider for him, welcome him between
them as his cock—hard, and long, and ready—rests against my clit, making me
stopped right now, if he just rested his chest on top of my breasts, became
nothing more than heavy weight as he closed his eyes, relaxed, and fell asleep…
I’d be content, happy, and satisfied.
because there’d be more chances to do this later. But because it’s him I want. Not the sex.
down, his hands on either side of my head now. Bending the mattress the way
spacetime bends around a sun. And when his lips reach mine, my eyes are closed.
and long, and easily. The same way I drifted towards him. And as I drift,
weightless, we kiss. But I’m still connected to him. Always next to him.
Because this is what it feels like to fall into
someone, not away.
me slipping down the mountain.
me losing my footing.
finding myself. In him. In us.
reach my hand between my legs and place him right where he needs to be, he
enters me. And all those broken, spinning pieces come together to once again
create the thing we were always meant to become.
move together. Perfectly synchronized. Like the dance of stars in space. His
body is hot, and my body is hot, and the heat we create between us doesn’t burn
like fire but rearranges us. Like the molecules of two metals mixing to form
the strongest sword made of the very best steel.
lovemaking is slow. And perfect.
the heights of pleasure together. As one. And it’s the kind of climax that only
happens once in a lifetime. The kind of release that means more than the way it
makes you feel. It tells you who you are, and who you’re with, and exactly
where you fit in the grand scheme of things.
love you, Madison.”
it back. “I love you, Tyler.”
ourselves into each other as we relax and grow sleepy. Our bodies back
together. His arms around me. My back pressed against his chest.
beating. Keeping time.
what we were always meant to be.
writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321
and has been on the USA Today
bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and
writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least
one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their
website www.hussmcclain.com or find
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