Waiting on Wednesday & EXCLUSIVE Snippet: Still (Grip #2) by Kennedy Ryan

I rarely post my can’t-wait-to-read books because I don’t really do that but I just can’t tone my excitement down for Kennedy Ryan’s next book???? Which happens to be more of Grip (hero) and Bristol (heroine) from her books, FLOW (prequel) and GRIP (now book 1)??? I mean… I’m telling you now–it’s my top fave book this year. I repeat: TOP. FAVE. Of the year. And let me say that Kennedy didn’t really plan on having book 2 because the first book can stand on its own, it’s complete, totally no cliffhanger whatsoever. HOWEVER! I think we pressured–I meant we begged–Kennedy to write more of our fave couple and here we are now! I mean as readers, we do want to know what happens now to our fave characters, right? Do they still have problems? Do they just IDK stay happy? Stay in love? What really happens after the Happy For Now? And I think that’s what Kennedy gonna give us and definitely more! Think of this book as Grip and Bristol version two point oh. I’ve got an exclusive thing to share with you but before we get to the better stuff, here are the links to the good one (so you don’t miss anything!):

In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry.
Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager.
But when they first meet, she’s a college student finding her way in the world,
and he’s an artist determined to make his way in it.
From completely different worlds,
all the things that should separate them only draw them closer.
It’s a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?

FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come.

The prequel, must be read before GRIP. FREE!

Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out.
I know.
I’ve been doing it for years.
I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary.
And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.
Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key.
All that’s left is friendship and work.
He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true.
I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.
It’s wild, reckless, disobedient.
And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

Must read the free short prequel, FLOW, before starting this. Free in Kindle Unlimited. Not a cliffhanger.

STILL

Release Date: September 24, 2017
Amazon pre-order on 9/18.

I’ll be there.
Through thick and thin.
Ride or die.
You can count on me.

The promises people make. The vows we take.
Assumptions of the heart.

Emotion tells us how we feel, but life…life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions.
Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor.

For Grip and Bristol
Love started at the top of the world
On a Ferris wheel under the stars
But when that love is tested, will they fly or fall?


Exclusive Snippet

I duck under her dress and, as gently as I can with a dozen horses galloping through my veins, push her hand aside. Get that shit outta here. Not tonight. When she comes tonight, it’ll be all me. As hot as it is to watch her touch herself, I’m holding myself personally responsible for all her orgasms tonight, kind of like a designated driver, except I’m already drunk on the smell of her and the liquid desire pouring from her pussy while I eat her out in this dark alley. The possibility of discovery heightens every second, like there’s barely time to suck her clit. Barely time to get three fingers inside of her. Barely time to pull these lips into my mouth, except I do take my time. I’m thorough with this, and it’s time well spent when her thighs tremble around my cheeks. She forces my mouth deeper into the V of her body, an act of pure desperation, primal instinct compelling her fingers into my scalp. She thrusts frantically against my face.

I love the scream that rips from her throat as she gushes into my mouth, and I don’t even try to stifle the sound. Anyone who comes back here is getting an eyeful and an education. She starts sliding down the wall, her legs giving out, but I bracket her slim waist with my hands.

“Not yet, baby.” I trap her against the wall with one hand and fumble to get my pants undone with the other. Her eyes are cloudy and sated, but when I jerk her legs up and around my back, she blinks and lust filters back into her stare. I thrust up, deep and hard and sudden, making her breath hitch.

“Grip.” She squeezes her eyes closed, her face wreathed in pleasure. “I do need to walk tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” I press into her, holding her hostage between my body and the brick wall. “You should have picked some other dude if you need to go around walking all the time.”

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