Pulled Within
(The Bar Harbour series, Book 2)
Storms can't last forever…can they?
For five long years, Rae Ryan has lived in a storm over which she has no control. Little by little, everything has been taken away from her—her job, her relationship, her best friend and her home. Plagued by nightmares and a terrible family secret, she carries her scars as much on the inside as she does on the outside.
Hart Booker, another disappointment from her past, returns to Bar Harbor and shelters her from the rain. He reminds Rae that forgiveness is possible, happiness can be found on the other side of darkness, and beauty rests beneath her scars. But a sinister figure lingering in the background seems determined to pull Rae back into a past she’s been trying to outrun. Can she survive the storm and become part of the light she so desperately desires? Or is she destined to remain Pulled Within?
Recommended for mature audiences due to explicit language, sexual abuse, disturbing situations, and drug use.
“I don’t want my smell just here,” he said, kissing down my chest and stopping at the first closed button. His lips sat directly between my breasts. “I want it here, too.” The tip of his finger touched the middle of my thigh. “And here.” It moved closer to where my legs met. “And here.” Then it continued to slide up until it stopped on my clit. He only gave me the edge of his finger, and with hardly any pressure. It was enough to stop my breathing. “I want this spot to always smell like I’ve been here.” My back arched as he licked across my collarbone. “And I don’t think I can wait any longer to taste it.”
I didn’t think I could, either. Without the counter behind me, my body would have melted into the floor. He owned it now - every drop of moisture, every thought, every breath that came from my lips.
“Let me have it, Rae.” His lips were pushing the shirt aside while he worked his way over to my nipple. “Let my tongue make you come.”
I moaned into the air, and my eyes closed. I’d already given him control, but his words confirmed how deeply he was able to reach within me and the intensity of everything that swirled together now. “I’m yours.”
His breath caressed my neck and wrapped around the base of my chin. “Fuck…I’m going to devour you.”
Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she's not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she's scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.
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