Excerpt Reveal: When I'm With You (Hope Town #3) by Harper Sloan @HarperSloan

Excerpt Reveal: When I’m With You (Hope Town #3) by Harper Sloan @HarperSloanWhen I'm With You by Harper Sloan
Series: Hope Town #3
on Coming Soon
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Nate:

It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and just

about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and

believe they would die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also

seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear is that

by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because

I only feel complete when I’m with her.

Emberlyn:

The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones.

Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel

invincible. But all it took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave.

Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.

He said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could

weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.

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“I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my

body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so

long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips.

“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction

we’re in the need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep

rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips again between his hands.

“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the

attention to my clit that has the burn in my core starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it

climbs through my body, gearing up to explode.

“Fuck!” he roars.

Before I realize what’s happening, he’s flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath

away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that

had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both hands. When I

look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man kneeling between my

spread legs.

He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair is a loose

mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t

notice or just doesn’t care about.

And his eyes are focused downward.

If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought

that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my

very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need.

The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live without.

Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to think of

new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing

can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a

brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.

And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath

to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping

him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he was already

inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in

my head.

It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness

burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he

breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m

about to fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the

inside of your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my

time to show you what it’s really like to take while giving.”

“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.

“No, not please. From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name.

Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you

scream that, Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles

deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before

whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat

from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”

“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you.

Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.”

He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my

mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.


About Harper Sloan

Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn’t writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.

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