INTO YOUR ARMS by Chelsea M. Cameron
SMP Swerve
Publication Date: May
30, 2017
eBook ISBN: 9781250125187;
Price: $3.99
Description
Get fired up
for Into
Your Arms, the first
book in the sexy new Squad Stories series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Chelsea M. Cameron!
Freya has secrets she doesn’t intend to share. Not with her new friends on the cheerleading squad at Maine State University, and certainly not with sexy lumberjack-look-alike Rhett. Just because sparks flew between them at a bar one night doesn’t mean he gets to know why she transferred to MSU. When Freya dares Rhett to come to cheerleading practice, she never expects to see the dark-haired lumberjack again.
Except Rhett is the last person to turn down a dare, especially when it comes from a pixie-sized blonde. When Rhett wows the squad and becomes Freya’s stunt partner, his hands come far too close for comfort. But as Freya and Rhett’s hot post-practice sessions bring them closer, she risks her secrets being revealed. Can Freya chance exposing who she really is to the guy who wasn’t supposed to win her heart?
Freya has secrets she doesn’t intend to share. Not with her new friends on the cheerleading squad at Maine State University, and certainly not with sexy lumberjack-look-alike Rhett. Just because sparks flew between them at a bar one night doesn’t mean he gets to know why she transferred to MSU. When Freya dares Rhett to come to cheerleading practice, she never expects to see the dark-haired lumberjack again.
Except Rhett is the last person to turn down a dare, especially when it comes from a pixie-sized blonde. When Rhett wows the squad and becomes Freya’s stunt partner, his hands come far too close for comfort. But as Freya and Rhett’s hot post-practice sessions bring them closer, she risks her secrets being revealed. Can Freya chance exposing who she really is to the guy who wasn’t supposed to win her heart?
Author Bio
Chelsea M.
Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today
Best Selling author from Maine, whose books include Deeper We Fall. She's a red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian,
former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys
watching infomercials, singing in the car, tweeting (this one time, she was
tweeted by Neil Gaiman) and playing fetch with her cat, Sassenach. She has a
degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly
abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these
people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
Author Links
Website: www.chelseamcameron.com
Twitter: @chel_c_cam
Instagram: www.instagram.com/chelccam
Buy Links
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Into Your Arms by
Chelsea M. Cameron Excerpt
I’m done
with the salad long before Rhett finishes everything else, so I just kind of
keep tossing it and watch him. He moves with the same fluidity that he does
during cheer. For a big guy, he’s graceful, and he’s an excellent dancer. I
hate how sexy it is.
Rhett starts whistling to himself.
He does that a lot, and it’s not annoying, surprisingly. I keep trying to find
flaws, but I can’t seem to. There must be something. I just have to work harder
to find it.
That means that I’ll probably have
to keep coming over here. Oh, well. At least the food is good?
Two hours later I’m on Rhett’s
couch again, my hands on my stomach and regrets in my heart.
“I should have waited to have that
cupcake, but it just looked so good,” I groan, resting my head back against the
cushion. I kind of want to stretch out and take a nap.
“I’m glad you liked my food and I’m
sorry you’re having regrets.” He tips his head to the side and gives me a tiny
smile. It still does things to me. Everything he does affects me. I wish I could
find a way to make it stop.
Rhett and I hold eye contact for
just a little too long. I inhale slowly and the air in the room changes. Shifts
to something else. And even though my stomach is sloshy and full, I can’t
ignore the magnetic pull toward Rhett. My body leans toward his without even
realizing.
Somehow, I’m able to slam on the
brakes and pull back. I blink a few times and take another breath. Shit. That
was close. Rhett clears his throat, and his face is just a little red under his
beard.
He lets out a slow breath and
chuckles under his breath.
“What?” I ask, afraid to know the
answer.
“Nothing,” he says, his voice a
little rough. He turns to look at me again, but I don’t meet his eyes. I can’t
let that happen.
“I should probably get home,” I
say, even though it’s only eight. I need to get out of Rhett’s apartment, which
is filled with his things and his scent and him.
It’s too much to handle right now. It’s scrambling my brain.
“Sure,” he says in a distant voice.
He pushes himself off the couch and holds out his hands to help me up. If I
wasn’t so full, I would ignore him, but I am, so I take his hands. They feel
new and familiar all at once. His hands dwarf mine, but he holds me gently.
He’s still holding my hands and he needs to stop holding my hands and I need to
go home.
Right now.
But then I look up at him and I
just . . . I kiss him. I pop up on my toes and reach for his mouth and I kiss
him. Just like that. His mouth is lush and soft. He’s surprised at first and
then he sinks into it, and I brush his bottom lip with my tongue and then I realize that I’m kissing Rhett
and I should definitely not be kissing Rhett.
I drop his hands as if they’re
burning me and scoot around him, heading for the door.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow? Thanks
for the food, I really have to go, bye,” I say in a rush and basically bolt. He
calls after me, but I don’t listen.
I’m shaking when I get to my car
and have to sit and breathe for a second before I can actually drive away. Part
of me expects him to follow me after such a hasty exit, but he doesn’t.
So I take another shaky breath
before I turn on my car and drive back to my lonely apartment.
