Friday, November 4, 2016

Book Spotlight ~ Impulse by C.J. Lake ~ New Adult Romance


Impulse by C.J. Lake


Genre: New Adult Romance

Date of Publication: 10/5/16

Number of pages: 360
Word Count: 86K

**Standalone novel, NO cliffhanger. Contains explicit/steamy content intended for mature readers.**

About the Book:

I couldn't believe my luck, seeing Cady Killoren at the bar and finding out she no longer had a boyfriend. Then ending up at her place later that night... She had her guard up, but there was no denying the heat between us. I wasn't sure how to play this, I hadn't exactly been honest with her. I only knew I wanted more of her...and then things got complicated.

It was one impulsive night--totally unlike me! I can't even blame it on the drinks. That night with Mick was pure chemistry. Afterward I tried to forget, but I could not stop thinking about him. I never would've guessed that the next time we met it would be in a crowded restaurant, being introduced by my dad! And I would find out that everything I thought I knew about Mick was a lie. 

There are a lot of reasons why I need to resist Mick Croft... Easier said than done.

Read an Excerpt:
 
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“So where does that leave us?”
“Wh—us?” she repeated stupidly.
“You and me,” he said softly and inched even closer—which only reminded her how good he smelled.
“N-nowhere,” she managed to eke out. Remember your resolve, she told herself. Distance, not flirtation.
“C'mon, Cady,” Mick murmured, “that's it?” For a moment, she just looked up at him. “Don’t we deserve another night?” The husky strum of Mick’s voice nearly sent shivers through her. “We could even make it ‘no strings’ since that’s what you’re into?” he suggested playfully.
Please, that was so not what she was into; in fact, she’d tried it just once—with Mick—and look at her.  Still wanting him, still thinking about him. 
“No,” she said finally.
“No to no strings?” he questioned.
Inhaling sharply, Cady replied, “No to all of it.” Though his face was inscrutable, she sensed that Mick was as unconvinced as she felt, so she doubled-down. “We can't hook up again.”
“Why not?” he asked simply, still not moving away. “We barely got started the first time.” Her eyes widened for a second. Barely got started? God...
She fought a sudden carnal reaction that sent her pulse leaping and made her cheeks flush. For an insane, overheated second, she imagined what else they could have done that night—
Abruptly, she caught herself. What am I doing??
Was she that weak? That hot for this guy? Where was her resolve?
To regain a sense of control, Cady straightened her posture (always a pretty good precursor to prissiness).  “Mick, we’re forgetting that night, remember?”
He slanted her a look. “We are?  When did I agree to that?”
“You have no choice,” Cady replied crisply. “I’m still annoyed with you.”
He grunted dismissively.  “No, you’re not.”
“What!  Why would you say that I’m not?”
“Because I already apologized for misleading you that night.  And because it really wasn’t that big of a deal.”
Secretly she knew he was right, but she had to keep some distance. 
Obviously Cady didn't have to be a Psych major to realize that most of her fury with Mick at the moment was driven by suppressed desire.  Sure, if life were simple, things might be different and Cady could do what she truly wanted—which was basically a repeat of everything they'd done last weekend, and then more.
But she could not let her guard down again with this guy; he affected her way too much for that.
Crossing her arms, Cady replied, “Wow, so you’re just off the hook then, huh?  After you…”
“What?”
“...got me into bed under false pretenses,” she managed.
Then Mick had the nerve to laugh. “Got you into bed?  C'mon, you must be kidding.  Cady—we barely did anything!” His voice was gruff as he leaned his face a fraction closer to hers, adding, “And if you want to be accurate here, it was more like you got me into bed.”  When she didn't immediately protest, Mick continued, almost glibly, “What could I do?  You were pressing up close to me with those big blue eyes…that mouth…waiting for me to kiss you, practically challenging me to kiss you…”
“I was not,” Cady protested weakly, her voice soft and almost cracking.  Already her arms had relaxed, slipping out of their defensive posture, falling back to her sides.
Somehow their faces had drawn closer, and Mick's mouth was only a few inches from hers. She could almost feel his breath on her lips. “You were,” he murmured thickly, his deep voice making her burn.  She felt heat spreading through her body, as perspiration broke on the back of her neck. It suddenly felt like it was 110 degrees in that kitchen.  They were way too close to each other.
And she panicked. “Oh, my God, you're trying to get to me again!” Cady whispered, hoping no onlookers had noticed how much Mick was affecting her.  A little flustered, she took an abrupt step back—then one more, just to break the spell.
Straightening up, Mick sighed. “All right, forget it.  Like I said earlier: let's not argue. Obviously you just want to stay mad at me.”
“And obviously you're impossible to reason with.”
“And you're frustrating as hell.”
“Sorry to interrupt.”
They both looked over as Torie approached.  She acknowledged Mick with a cursory smile. “Hey—I remember you.”
Mick nodded. “Donovan Shay's, right?”
“Yep.  So, how's the private security business?” she asked sarcastically.  At least Mick had the good shame to cast his eyes downward for a moment, as if to say he had no defense.  Finally, a shred of humility!  Smiling sweetly, Torie added, “By the way, tell your friend, Quinn, that he's full of shit.”
With an effacing half-grin, Mick replied, “Believe me, he knows that.”
Turning her attention back to Cady, Torie said, “Listen, I just wanted to warn you.”  She offered a look of apology before she told her: “Wes is here.”

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Meet the Author:

C.J. Lake is a storyteller who is passionate about art, surfing, and skiing/snowboarding. She is the author of Constructing Us, A Hot Winter, Sky High, and Impulse. Residing near the coast of Massachusetts, C.J. is currently working on a new book. 

Readers can get in touch via email writercjlake@gmail.com

Amazon Author Page:  http://amzn.to/2fhIswI


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