Reckless Abandon by Jeannine Colette ~ Excerpt, Teasers & Giveaway (@JeannineColett)

I had the pleasure of reading both of Jeannine Colette's books last year and loved them both! Today I want to spotlight her latest book and do a giveaway for Reckless Abandon. If you haven't read her work, check out the excerpt and I hope I can sway you to grab a copy for yourself!
Title: Reckless Abandon
Author: Jeannine Colette
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Published: October 27th 2015
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A heart-wrenching breakup, an accident… a loss.
Stretching out my right hand, I am reminded of the worst year of my life and all the dreams that faded in one awful weekend.
For six months I was numb.
And then I met a man.
An intense, complex, emotion extracting, sinful man.
If there's one thing I notice it’s the piercing gaze he is giving me.
So piercing because of Golden Eyes.
But what my heart doesn’t know…is he here to save me or is he the one who needs saving?

I'll set this scene up for you, but Asher has taken Emma into the music room and has sat behind her and encouraged her to play the cello again. After a while he joined in and they play together... It was a beautiful moment and one of my favourite scenes in the book.

I close my eyes and lean my head on his shoulder and breathe out the greatest breath of a lifetime.
“Thank you.”
His broad chest against my back is rising and falling in tantric rhythm to my own heavily beating heart. My own movements are steady, yet as intense as his. That’s why my skin hums with electricity as his hand comes circling around my waist and his palm lands on the inside of my thigh.
“I’ve never felt someone playing before. You ignite with a fervor and rage and ardor and devotion. I am infatuated.”
Warm, heated breaths play on the soft skin of my throat and I constrict when his warm mouth crosses the nape so gently it feels like a breeze tickling my skin.  His tongue darts out and licks the sensitive skin sending shivers down my body and into the very core.
I curve my back into him and let the warmth envelope me. Leaning my neck further to the side, I offer him more of me, asking to be taken.
And he does. French kisses dance up and down my neck, making my body feel alive—and I didn’t even know I was dead.
“Emma.” My name off his lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I know he’s asking if I’m okay with where his hand is. Asher is a man who takes what he wants. And my heart beats a thousand strums for the fact he wants to know if I’m okay with what his intentions are.
I don’t know what I’m okay with. I know I’m scared. I know I’m turned on. I know I don’t want to cry and I know I want to feel alive.
So in quite the most impulsive moment of my life, I place my hand over Asher’s hand and move it further up my legs so it’s resting under the white shorts.
As his palm presses deeper into my thigh, his fingers caress the flesh and make their way up and down, playing me like chords of an instrument.
And I so want to be played.
I want to be the music.
I turn my head toward him and connect with golden eyes, so intense and full of passion. I take his mouth into mine and kiss him so intensely I think I might combust.
Two hands are now on my thighs, working them up and down until I am in a frenzy. My breasts push through my bra and my skin feels as hot and brightly colored as the tank top they’re trying to be free of.
I let out a gasp when one of Asher’s very delicate fingers slip further inside my shorts and brushes along the outside of my thong.
“You are so sensitive,” he says, his mouth in a smile I can feel against my skin.
I am throbbing and need to be touched. Even in this lustful haze I can understand how insane it is that I want him so much. I am not an overtly sexual person. Parker and I were in a loving relationship but I never craved him. Not like this. This is primal.
At this moment I can only think of how alive I feel.
In this room.
With this man.
Asher’s fingers work me over my panties, drawing dangerous circles sending me into a crescendo of pleasure. He kisses my shoulder and continues to rub me. When my body is on the brink of an orgasm I swing my head back around and kiss him, feeling his tongue in my mouth as my body falls apart, collapsing into him with an orgasm so intense I could stop breathing.
My head falls to his chest, reveling in the best sexual experience of my life and his fingers didn’t even touch my skin. If he can do this to me with our clothes on, I can’t imagine what can be done with them off.
I don’t know Asher very well, but I want to get to know him further. He is so easy to talk to. He doesn’t push me like everyone else, yet he makes me want to tell him things.
Most importantly, he gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give. He made me feel music again.
I slowly rise from my seat and do something so bold and daring, so unlike me, yet so absolutely right for this very moment.
I strip.
My fingers deftly work the button of my shorts, allowing to slowly fall off my hips and down my legs, getting turned on as Asher’s eyes turn black with lust. A smile crosses my lips as I watch his gaze travel down my legs and back up in complete appreciation for what I am doing.
I cross my hand across my body and lift my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and matching thong.
Asher’s breath hitches. His teeth bite down on his lower lip and skim the plum of his mouth.
Remember how I said I didn’t find lip-biting sexy?
Turns out, I lied.
“Baby, I like where this is going but I need you to know this is not why I brought you here.” His words are sincere but his tone and the incredible bulge in his pants lets me know he wants me to keep going.
“Just call me impulsive,” I say and I’m rewarded with a crooked smile that turns smoldering when I hook my thumbs under my panties and lower them until they hit the floor. When my bra comes off, I swear the room gets ten degrees hotter.
So, here I am, stark naked in the music room, standing in front of the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life who happens to be sitting in front of a massive window overlooking the Mediterranean. In my wildest dreams I never would have envisioned this moment taking place.
But I’m here.
And I’m nervous.
Nervous because he is not saying anything. He is staring at me. His eyes let me know he likes what he sees but his lack of expression right now is making me want to shut down and run from the room.
I have one orgasmic musical experience and suddenly I think I’m a porn star. What is wrong with me? How could I think—
“You’re perfect.”
  His words catch me so off guard, I have to think for a second if I heard them right.
“Come here.” Asher says and puts his hand out in front of him.
I take a step forward and grab his hand. He closes his legs and places his hand on my hip, guiding me over him, until I am straddling him.  
Our hips join and I can feel his need for me rubbing against me. I look down at the source of his arousal and have to take a moment to gather my wits.
“Emma, look at me.” Asher wraps his hands in my hair, guiding my face up so we are staring at each other. His thumbs caress my cheeks. There is something about his touch that makes me feel protected.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I say.
Asher offers a kind smile. “I can tell.”
I shrug away from him but he pulls my head back. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like that you’re nervous. It makes you real.”
I can almost laugh. “A real lunatic.” I look at him and relax as his hands rub up and down my spine. “I’ve known you for moments—yet I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else. Isn’t that crazy?” 
Asher doesn’t match my expression. Instead, he looks on as serious as ever. “It’s insane.”
My eyes shoot up. Is he regretting this moment? Because if he is, I think I might just curl up and die.
“Don’t do that,” he says.
“Do what?”
“Search for a reason to leave. I’ve been doing the same thing for four days. Trying to find a reason why I should leave you alone. And I can’t. I feel so connected to you. And I know you feel it too. Hell, I barely touched you and you fell apart in my hands. There is a fire between us, Emma, and I know we’re going to get burned but I want to walk into it anyway. This is crazy and insane and, by God, it has me so fucking scared I don’t know if I should kiss you or walk away from you.”

58971_10150261770030300_2934810_n 2 Jeannine Colette is a television producer, writer, mother, and philanthropist.

A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She currently freelances in the television industry while attending to her children and pursuing her writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the two tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley.

Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and the Hearing Health Foundation.

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