New Release Spotlight - Go With Me by Elyssa Patrick

I'm delighted to welcome fellow NAAU member Elyssa Patrick here today. She's got a new book out, and we're very excited to show off her gorgeous cover. 

Go With Me is a contemporary new adult romance recommended for readers 17 and older, and it's the second book in Elyssa's With Me series. 

Her characters have a mind of their own, and they are chomping at the bit to tell you a few things. I can't hold them back any longer, so here goes!


Go With Me (A With Me Novel)

I, Daphne Fox, have a few things to confess:

  1. I hate Nick Brady. Loathe. Abhor. Can’t stand him 95% of the time.
  2. That other 5%? I’m not talking about that at all.
  3. People think I’m lucky for surviving the car crash. I disagree.
  4. Nick is the only guy who makes my nightmares go away.
  5. I won’t love him, though. Love is not worth the pain.

I, Nick Brady, have a few confessions of my own:

  1. I don’t hate Daphne Fox. At all.
  2. I find her scar sexy. Just like the rest of her.
  3. I may be her older brother’s best friend, but that’s not going to stop me.
  4. I love her.
  5. And I’m going to do everything I can to have her.

Excerpt

His mouth is on mine. He’s kissing me. And . . . I can’t believe it. I can’t believe he’s kissing me.

And I can’t believe I’m not kissing him back. I’m still in a state of disbelief where my mind is still processing that we’re actually doing this.

Nick pauses, but he doesn’t back away from me. He removes his mouth just enough that if he spoke, he would resume the kiss.

And he does exactly that.

“Kiss me,” he whispers those two words against me. Kiss me rubs along my lips, his breath stealing into mine. The deep, soft rumbling vibration of his low, sexy voice causes a tremor in my body, rocking me to my core.

Hell yeah, I’m going to kiss him back. I’m not wasting this moment. Just like he’s rocking my world right now, I’m so going to blow his mind.

I trail my fingers down his face, more than pleased when I feel a muscle in his jaw leap against my touch, then he stills himself. My fingers skim down his neck to the collar of his gray Henley shirt. I grasp his shirt and one tiny button digs into my palm. I lean up so my lips are almost touching his, so that when I speak, my mouth would move against his.

I look into his blue, blue eyes and whisper onto his lips, “Make me.”

He growls against my mouth—oh God, that’s so fucking hot—and then holds my face in his hands.

“Daphne,” he says, “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

Well, I have some idea, given what I’m feeling right now pressed against me. But before I can make a smart comeback, Nick kisses me.

I’ve never been kissed like this. Ever.

It’s not even a kiss. It’s a claiming. It’s intent, signed, sealed, and delivered with every touch.

His lips are soft against mine, teasing me—even as he marks me as his. He tugs gently on my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, and I whimper with need. I’m being branded.

It’s only fair that I brand him in return.

I lean up even more on my toes and loop my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his thick, wavy, dark brown hair. I sigh into his mouth, the sound full of desire—for him. He hauls me to him, and there’s no doubt in my mind whatsoever how much he wants me.

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He’s so warm to my touch, and I want to burrow into him . . . and then I want to take off all his clothes so I can have my wicked way with him. I feel the hard length of him, hot and insistent, against me, and I get wet at the thought of being with him, skin to skin.

I kiss him, all the pent up passion I’ve hidden for so long, pouring out of me and into him. I want him. I let him know how much I want him. I take his mouth with my own, biting gently on his lower lip. I soothe the slight sting with my tongue, and he utters another sexy growl right before he slides his tongue into my mouth.

Had I thought I was being kissed before?

I was obviously mistaken.

Because this kiss? This kiss is the kiss. It’s like a planet bursting into life in the galaxy—I never knew a kiss could be like this until now. Until him.

His tongue meets mine, sweeping into my mouth, and I taste him. Strong, sexy, hot—and all mine.

His hand moves to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he moves his lips. Pressing into me. Wanting me.

Nick Brady wants me.

About Elyssa Patrick

Elyssa Patrick is a former high school English teacher who left the classroom to write contemporary romances and New Adult. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.

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Tara Quan

Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Visit Tara at www.taraquan.com

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