Title: Burning Down the House
Author: Allie Gail
Release Date: March 10, 2014
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDIEwHo3QWU
2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award quarter-finalist
Rob Kensington is just your typical high school senior. Athletic, intelligent, handsome. Sees a therapist once a week. Because his parents just died in a house fire of questionable origin. And he doesn’t seem to care.
Maybe he isn’t so typical.
Sara Marsh had no clue when she returned to live with her divorced father that the bedroom down the hall would be occupied by a stray with a major attitude problem. The last time she saw Rob, he was a brooding goth who could have passed as Marilyn Manson’s love child. But at some point during her three years away, Creepy Kensington managed to evolve into a sizzling hot star running back with smoldering hazel eyes.
The attraction is undeniable. The temptation is irresistible. And soon they’re sharing more than just an address. But with another life lost in a deliberately set blaze, Sara’s trust is faltering. Has she lost her heart to a serial arsonist? He’s already shown her the allure of playing with fire.
And someone’s about to get burned.
This book contains strong language and sexual content and is intended for ages 17+
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We lay there together in mutual silence, watching the movie in the dark, and it wasn’t long before one of his hands moved slowly from my waist to find its way underneath my nightshirt where he began idly stroking my thigh. I tried to keep my attention focused on the plot. I really did. But it was difficult to concentrate with his fingers lightly grazing my skin, and all but impossible when they started working their way upward.
I sucked in my breath sharply when he drew them across my belly, and behind me I heard him chuckle softly. “Ah, I forgot, you’re ticklish…”
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned him, my stomach muscles clenching at the prospect.
“Think about what?” His thumb gently skimmed the bottom of one of my breasts and I relaxed again, closing my eyes blissfully.
“Um. Never mind…”
“So this is okay?” he breathed suggestively, surrounding the curve with his hand and squeezing while stroking the tip with his thumb. His other arm came around my waist to hitch me closer to him, so close I could feel the conspicuous hard-on wedged against the small of my back. Even through the sturdy denim of his jeans I could feel it, thick and solid and very prominent.
“Mm-hmm…” I arched my back a little, pushing against his thighs with my hands while he continued his erotic massage with both hands now. I wondered if he could feel the runaway rhythm of my heart. There was no alarm clock to rudely interrupt us this time. We had no classes to get to, no place to be and all the infinite time in the world. At least, it seemed that way. Tomorrow didn’t exist yet. If I lost myself in the abyss of right now, maybe it would never come.
“Sara…” he whispered into my hair.
“Turn over for me.”
Careful not to knee him in the jewels, I gingerly shifted my position until I was facing him, stretched out across the length of his body to look demurely down at him. “That better?”
“That’s perfect.” Grasping the back of my head with his hands, he gently captured my bottom lip between his teeth before pulling me into a deep, hungry kiss that gained in force as his tongue sought out mine. I welcomed him in willingly. Pressed against his firm erection, I felt a familiar and desperate ache building within me. I wanted him to fill that need that had never before been eased by another person’s touch. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. And judging from the intensity of his kiss and the throbbing hardness beneath me…so did he.
When I finally pulled away long enough to catch my breath, he took the opportunity to tug my nightshirt up over my head and toss it across the back of the couch, leaving me in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. Then he lowered his head just enough to latch on to one of my nipples with his mouth. I felt like screaming with the consummate pleasure of it all. Stripped almost bare and straddled over the sexiest high school running back in existence - my nightly fantasies had suddenly come alive in vibrant reality.
“Mm…every part of you tastes so good.” His tongue traced a few teasing circles before he caught me in his warm mouth again and sucked gently. God, it was like some kind of exquisite, exotic torture. My whole body was starting to tremble.
“Are you cold?” He reached blindly around me for the fleece blanket, but it had fallen to the floor at some point earlier.
“No, not really.” I sighed when he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me securely against him. “So. What happened to ‘friends without benefits’?”
“Fuck that. You should know by now I have no willpower where you’re concerned.”
Smiling to myself at his confession, I worked one hand in between our tightly pressed bodies to slide down to the bulge in his pants. Stroking him through the denim, I was rewarded with a low groan before he reached down to unsnap his jeans. Oh, heaven help me…this is it, isn’t it?
Hearing my nearly inaudible gasp, he stopped what he was doing to look up at me with smoldering eyes. “Yes or no, Sara?”
About the Author
When I was just thirteen, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that one day I’d become a published author. Unfortunately, scribbling cartoons and silly stories during class instead of devoting 100% attention to blahblah-isn’t-algebra-exciting-blahblah was basically frowned upon.
When I was fourteen, I made the decision to become the next Madonna. There was only one problem with that. Nobody wanted to listen to an off-key voice that sent the family dog running for cover.
At fifteen, I was positive that acting was my future. A case of slack-jawed stage fright erased that particular ambition from the list.
At sixteen, ballet became my new passion…until the revelation that truly dedicated ballerinas aren’t allowed to stuff their faces with pizza and cupcakes. Oh, and they also don’t typically possess a tendency to trip over their own feet. Graceful, I am not.
Now, some years later – never mind how many – I’ve come full circle only to rediscover a lost love in writing. But now I use a computer instead of college ruled notebook paper – and thankfully there’s no threat of detention!
I was really surprised by this book. I hadn't really know what to expect, but I thought I would like it based on the synopsis. Instead I loved it. I was fascinated with the characters and the story line. I did kind of expect a YA, but again I was surprised. While the characters are young adults, this story is definitely not.
I loved the suspense and mystery to the book that went with the romance. A great read to keep you on the edge of your seat and wanting more. Rob is the perfect brooding male lead and Sara is his perfect counter. Truly a great read. One I highly recommend.
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