Beyond
What is Given
Flight & Glory #3
Flight & Glory #3
By: Rebecca Yarros
Releasing September 28, 2015
Entangled Embrace
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Lt.
Grayson Masters is focused on graduating the Apache helicopter course, and the
last thing he needs is his gorgeous new roommate Samantha Fitzgerald
distracting him. While her smart mouth and free spirit are irresistibly
irritating, he can’t deny their off-the-charts chemistry, no matter how hard he
tries.
Having just been expelled from college, Sam has no business digging for Grayson’s secrets while she’s hiding her own, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to tear down his walls. Each barrier she busts through drops one of her own, though, and she’s not prepared for the truth: another woman laid claim to Grayson’s heart long ago.
Falling in love is something neither Grayson nor Sam can afford, and when that line is crossed and secrets are exposed, they’ll learn that sometimes it’s the answered prayers that will put you through hell.
Having just been expelled from college, Sam has no business digging for Grayson’s secrets while she’s hiding her own, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to tear down his walls. Each barrier she busts through drops one of her own, though, and she’s not prepared for the truth: another woman laid claim to Grayson’s heart long ago.
Falling in love is something neither Grayson nor Sam can afford, and when that line is crossed and secrets are exposed, they’ll learn that sometimes it’s the answered prayers that will put you through hell.
I shrieked as the mixer whirred a shrill pitch
and batter exploded, hitting the walls, the
cabinets, my face...everything. I sputtered as some landed in my mouth, and
slammed my hand against the lever to turn it off.
This was going to be a bitch to clean up.
“Are you okay?” Grayson ran in, hair damp from the
shower. His eyes widened as he took in the state of his precious kitchen. “You
weren’t kidding about the mess.”
“Oh this?” I smiled. “It’s a new aeration
technique. I totally meant to do this.” My awesome excuse died as a glob of
brownie mix fell off the tip of my nose.
“Is that so?” he asked, walking over to me slowly,
consuming my vision. My breath hitched as he swiped his finger across my cheek,
and then licked the brownie mix off the digit. Holy hot. “Hmm... I think
there’s something to be said for this method. Maybe a little more air in the
batter?”
My mouth popped open. “Are you making fun of me?”
He smirked, which must have had a direct link to my
panties, because they unanimously voted to drop. Now. There was sexy, and there
was Grayson’s tongue sweeping across his lower lip, which was a step beyond
hedonistic. His eyes took on a mischievous glint but kept the same signature
intensity that held me captive, unable to look anywhere else as he lowered his
face toward mine. What...what was he
doing?
Do you even care? Nope. Not one bit.
“Maybe another taste to be sure?” he asked, his
voice low as his lips skimmed across my jawline. “Mmm. Definitely more.”
Shivers coursed down my body. Holy shit. His mouth was actually on me,
and I was awake.
He flipped the switch on the mixer and chocolate
flew.
“You did not!” I let my knees buckle so I slipped
to the floor, leaving Grayson to be splattered by the flying confection.
“I most certainly did!” He lifted me up like I
weighed nothing, and batter smacked the back of my tank top. “Man, you’re
slippery.” He mock-dropped me.
I yelped, locking my ankles around his waist and my
hands around his neck. He turned off the mixer and chuckled low in his throat.
“You can laugh?” I asked, yanking my head back to look at him.
“I have been known to on occasion,” he answered,
that stupid, crazy-sexy smirk in play despite the chocolate on his cheeks and
forehead. How the hell could someone look so hot while literally dripping
brownie batter?
“I like it,” I admitted.
His smirk disappeared, and his grip tightened on my
bare thighs as his gaze dropped to my lips. They parted as if he’d freaking
asked them to. We weren’t just stepping out of the friend-zone here, we were on
a damn missile into let- me-jump-you-ville.
“I do, too,” he whispered.
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and lover of all
things chocolate, coffee, and Paleo. In addition to being a mom, military wife,
and blogger, she can never choose between Young Adult and New Adult fiction, so
she writes both. She's a graduate of Troy University, where she studied
European history and English, but still holds out hope for an acceptance letter
to Hogwarts. Her blog, The Only Girl Among Boys, has been voted the Top
Military Mom Blog the last two years, and celebrates the complex issues
surrounding the military life she adores.
When she's not
writing, she's tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar
time. She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years, and
they're currently stationed in Upstate NY with their gaggle of rambunctious
kiddos and snoring English Bulldog, but she would always rather be home in
Colorado.
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