Tearing his lips from hers, he rasped,
âIf you donât want this, stop it now.â
In response, Brianne gyrated her pelvis against him and kissed the underside of his jaw.
Alex groaned in pleasure, and Brianne felt a surge of power. There was something completely thrilling about knowing that she could seduce a man like Alex.
He was tall, dark and handsomeâand she was tired of trying to deny that there was something between them.
As she continued to kiss his jawline, creating what she knew was a path of wonderful sensations all the way to his ear, he gripped her behind and squeezed the flesh. When his finger slipped beneath the edge of her panties, a jolt of heat went straight to her center.
Suddenly, she was being eased onto her back, the sheets were being kicked aside and then Alex was on top of her. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire. Her breathing was ragged as he stared down at her. And she saw the obvious lust in his eyes.
But not just lust. There was something else there. Something tender. Surely she wasnât imagining it.
âMake love to me,â she whispered.
Dear Reader,
After Island Fantasy, many of you asked me to write a story for Shaynaâs sister, Brianne. Iâm pleased to tell you that I have, and Freefall to Desire is the result.
If youâve enjoyed reading my stories over the years, youâll know that I often infuse elements of intrigue into my books. I love the heightened emotions of a romance combined with intrigue. Because when the world around the characters is falling apart and theyâre most vulnerable, theyâre often more likely to let go and seize love in an unguarded way. Itâs spontaneous and raw and thrilling!
I knew before I set out to write Brianneâs story that I wanted there to be an unsolved mystery in the book. One that would force her to work closely with someone from her past and one that would give her a second chance at love. So when Brianne, who has guarded her heart since losing her fiancé, suddenly finds herself in loveâs gripâespecially when she least expects itâit is sweeter and more intense than anything she has ever experienced. Because this time, itâs real.
Please let me know how you enjoyed Brianne and Alexâs story by emailing me at [email protected] or by contacting me on Facebook or Twitter. Up next will be Selenaâs story, a friend of Brianneâs youâll meet briefly in this book. I plan to continue writing stories that feature friends and family of my characters, because I know how much you love them.
Until next time,
Kayla
KAYLA PERRIN
has been writing since the age of thirteen and once entertained the idea of becoming a teacher. Instead she has become a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author of dozens of mainstream and romance novels. She has been recognized for her talent, including twice winning Romance Writers of Americaâs Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year Award and the Career Achievement Award for multicultural romance from RT Book Reviews. Kayla lives with her daughter in Ontario, Canada. Visit Kayla at www.KaylaPerrin.com.
This book is dedicated to Lady Sharon.
Talented fashion designer. Dedicated mother. Great friend. I admire how youâre going after your dreams, making them a reality. And proving that itâs never too late. God bless you, my friend!
Brianne Kenyon held her breath, her eyes locking with Alex Thorpeâs the moment he stepped into the lobby. For two long hours she had been waiting for his return, praying every second of that time for the best possible outcome. But one look at the defeated expression on his face and she knew that the news was not good.
She rose from the sofa where she and her sister, Shayna, had been sitting and waiting by the cozy fireplaceâbut nothing about their visit to British Columbia was cozy.
âNothing?â she asked Alex as he reached her. âNo sign of him?â
He ran a hand over his head, emitting a groan of frustration. âBrianne, Iâm sorry.â
âBut how can that be possible?â she asked. âThere has to be something. Some sign of him on the mountain.â
âThe Rockies are vast, Brianne,â Alex explained. âHe could be anywhere.â
Brianne stared at Alex, willing him to say something that would give her hope. Not the spiel sheâd heard from the Canadian authorities over the last five days.
âBut,â he continued, then stopped.
âBut what?â Brianne asked quickly. She felt her sister slip her arm around her waist, offering support. âThere is something. What is it?â
âIt⦠itâs not good.â
Brianneâs stomach sank. She felt nauseous. But she had to know. Good or bad. âTell me.â
âThe search teamâ¦they found something,â Alex explained slowly. âCarterâs jacket. It was tornâ¦and ⦠bloody.â
âIt might not be Carterâs,â Brianne said without hesitation.
âIt was. After I described to them what Carter was wearing that day, they were able to identify the jacket as his. And the moment they showed it to me, I confirmed it.â Alex paused. âItâs bad enough to be out there in this weather, but without a jacket?â His statement hung in the air, heavy and ominous.