Title: The Great Estate
Author: Sherri Browning
Series: Thornbrook Park, #3
Pubdate: August 4th, 2015
Pulled apart by past mistakes. Driven by a passion neither could deny.
Sophia Thorne was young and inexperienced when she married the dashing Earl of Averford…and through dark and troubled times, their relationship nearly came to an end. Now she’s determined to transform herself into the fiery, ardent lover she always wanted to be, giving them a second chance at love… before they’re lost to each other forever.
It took nearly losing Sophia for Gabriel to realize he had allowed his love for his great estate to distract him from his beautiful wife. But that time is over. Despite all the obstacles standing in their way, Gabriel vows to teach Sophia what it is to truly love…and to be loved by a husband devoted heart and soul to her every desire.
Sherri Browning writes historical and contemporary romance fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist. She is the author of critically acclaimed classic mash-ups Jane Slayre and Grave Expectations. A graduate of Mount Holyoke College, Sherri has lived in western Massachusetts and Greater Detroit Michigan, but is now settled with her family in Simsbury, Connecticut. Find her online at www.sherribrowningerwin.com.
“She couldn’t recall ever craving his touch so much in all of their years together as she had in the last two days.
His tongue, molten lava, slicked over hers, and she could no longer recall anything at all, not even her own name until he moaned it low from the back of his throat. “Sophia.”
Clearly, he’d gotten very good at distractions. She struggled to find reason through the fog that filled her brain, but all she could manage was a physical response. She reached for him, her hand skimming down his taut abdomen to pause at the top of his trousers.
His eyes glinted gold in the sunlight that spilled through the trees as he waited to see what she would do next. His hand covered hers when she paused, and he guided her attention upward, to the buttons of his shirt, where he helped her undo the top few. She smoothed her hand over his bare chest, so tan and muscular. He’d spent some time without his shirt in Italy. She wanted to ask about it but found that the words were dry as ash in her mouth as she imagined him naked to his waist, and lower. Her fingers splayed over his smooth skin, rediscovering him, the fine golden hairs bleached white from the sun, his copper nipples that pebbled at her touch, the ripples of his hard stomach.
He let her explore as he guided her deeper into the rim of trees, backing her against a bark-roughened trunk. “Is this what you want? Here? Now?”
A thrill coursed through her at the thought of him taking her against a tree, right out in the open. She felt a hot wetness at her core. Dear God, it had been so long, so very long. She still couldn’t find her voice to speak, but she managed to nod.
“Not here. It wouldn’t suit.” His thumb stroked her lips. She rolled her tongue around the tip of it, eliciting his groan. “Or…”
“Please.” She managed to get one hoarse word out. If not now, she might come to her senses and change her mind. She didn’t want to change her mind, even if it meant spending the rest of her life in a mindless trance.
He cupped her face and took her mouth again, more fiercely, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.