Leaving Me Behind: A Hot Fling to Forever Romance

by Sigal Ehrlich

Genres: Billionaires Romance; Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance; Holiday Romance; Small-town Romance; Standalone

Synopsis

A full-length, sexy standalone romance from the bestselling author of the Stark series.

When Liv steps off the plane in Serenidad, Spain, she has only one goal in mind – a fresh start. As she settles into her cozy beach house, the exotic coastal town proves to be just what she’s looking for.

When a younger and impossibly attractive stranger starts pursuing her, Liv decides that adding a little heat to her new adventure isn’t a bad idea as long as there aren’t any expectations. Liv lets herself be swept into one memorable night…and then another.

Slipping effortlessly into her new life, Liv spends her days exploring the charming village, starts cooking classes, and enjoying lively conversations with her new group of friends. Her nights are spent giving in, just “one last time,” to her Spanish lover.
It's exciting, it's passionate, and most importantly- it’s temporary. At least, that’s what
she thinks.
He has something different in mind.

Great friendships, luscious food, and a swoon-worthy, passionate romance, Leaving Me Behind is a story of finding yourself and living life to the fullest.

Release date: May 24, 2015

Publisher: AUTHOR SIGAL EHRLICH OÜ

Print pages: 260

Sample

Prologue  

Serenidad, Spain.

 

My chest tightens as the notion of him standing close behind me registers. There must be but a sliver of space separating us now, as I can clearly feel the heat his body radiates and hear a hint of him breathing next to my ear. A warm shiver trails from the very top of my arms all the way to my toes as his hands gently move to hold my shoulders. Slowly, they trail down, rising my skin in their wake. My breath is held and everything inside me springs tight when his body presses just enough for mine to absorb his warmth and to feel the firmness that I recently learned is part of him. He brushes my hair over my shoulder with his chin. A tidal wave of heat spirals below my waist once his warm, minty breath hovers closely, and his bristled cheek softly grazes my flushed one.

He halts for a long moment.

“What are you doing?” I croakily breathe.

“Waiting for you to stop me.” His voice is rasp and low and reaches to every single part of my alert body.

My heart and mind speed at a hazardous velocity while I struggle for my next move. The last thing I want is for him to stop. I don’t say a word but blatantly press back against him, resting my head on his drumming chest. It’s less of a spoken consent and more of a silent agreement. Whatever is starting between us is happening nonetheless, with my undeniable blessing. His hands reach mine and gently pull them away from the bowl I’m still holding on to. One of his hands leaves mine for the towel. I feel his hard chest and ridges move against my back as he works to clean any remnants of the batter from my hands. He then tosses the towel aside and moves his hand across my stomach to curl around my waist.  In one fluid move, he turns me; my rear meets the counter and I’m facing him. My eyes drop to the floor. His hands grab my hips from both sides and lift me to sit on the space I’ve just worked on. I lightly jerk, landing on the counter, and my lips reflexively part. He inches closer, parting my thighs and making my dress lift up as his hips settle between them. A spot of heat spreads by the touch of his finger beneath my chin as it tilts my head to meet his gaze. I blink into his feral browns.

“I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

My mind is saying: “You can do anything you want to me . . . please do, everything, now!” But my lips don’t move. I am just staring at him, boiling up inside, my cheeks and my entire body feels as though a ring of fire surrounds me. With my continued silence, he slightly crouches, twisting his face a little. Ever so slowly, his lips brush mine. His mouth hovers there, waiting. Pulled into his force field and into the lustful moment, I move my lips closer; close enough for the tip of my tongue to stroke his upper lip. In less than a breath, his hand threads into the hair at the back of my head while the other cradles my rear and both push me into him. Our mouths crash and his tongue coaxes my lips to gape. I part them and close my eyes, drunk on his taste as his tongue sensually traces mine. His taste streams most divinely from my enthralled tongue down my throat to the rest of me; velvety, warm, and deliciously smooth, just like savoring a sharp, sweet liquor. His hand at the back of my neck eases me deeper into our kiss that’s on fire while the one holding my rear slides under me, teasingly grazing, and almost driving me to the edge as his fingers press against my sensitized skin. Red-hot desire is taking over me and my legs wrap around his firm ass, pressing him closer to me. Every sensible thought flies out of my head as I devour his mouth, indulging in his touch. Our tongues unite in haste, vigorously.

Too abruptly, both his hands move to my shoulders in tandem to his mouth gradually disengaging from mine. He leans his forehead to mine, his breath as my own, heavier. He takes a deep mending breath and says to my lips, “How about we take this somewhere else?”