Monday, October 5, 2020

Say You Love Me (The Reclaiming Heaven Duet) by E.R. Whyte


Forbidden love. Dangerous followers. A relationship that will pull more than her body into the spotlight.

Eighteen-year-old Gunner Ford is a hopeless romantic. After his best friend’s older sister kissed him on a dare five years ago, he lost his heart to her completely. But when his friends take him to a strip club to celebrate his birthday, his dreams evaporate as he sees his perfect woman performing onstage.

Shiloh Brookings believes that family comes first. So when her teacher’s salary won’t cover her brother’s medical bills, she takes a second gig as an exotic dancer to pay off his debt. But her worst fear is realized when she spots a senior from her high school sitting in the crowd.

Determined to help her, Gunner renews their friendship while he secretly longs for the off-limits apple of his eye. And as Shiloh draws dangerously closer to the sweet young man, a stalker dogs her every move and threatens much more than her employment.

Will this student-teacher connection result in a deadly lesson?

Say You Love Me is the first book in the tense Reclaiming Heaven contemporary romance duet. If you like unforgettable characters, steamy tension, and slow-burn suspense, then you’ll adore E.R. Whyte’s irresistible story.

Read an excerpt:
I sigh, the sound a susurration in the silence. Using the provided remote, I dim the lighting to its lowest setting and turn the music on. The sultry notes of Portishead’s ‘Glory Box’ fill the small space and I begin with a measured walk behind Gunner, approaching slowly. This will be easier if I don’t have to look him in the eye. I pause when I’m behind him, uncertain, and then hesitantly place my hands on either side of his head and run my fingers through his hair. It’s thick and soft to the touch, and I can feel nerves radiating up through my hands as I connect with him. He’s nervous, too, I realize.

The realization gives me courage, and I continue.

“Tell me why. Why a lap dance? Why me?” I ask. “Somebody got you hot and bothered?” He tenses when I trail my fingers down the side of his neck and along his outstretched arm but doesn’t answer.

I walk in front of him. “Need to let off a little steam?” I press. “A little frustration?” I stand for a moment in front before him, meeting his eyes through the black of my mask. How can he keep up this charade? Pretend that we’re strangers, that this is okay? My heart thuds in my chest in tune with Portishead’s sultry chorus, and I close my eyes. I can’t look at him.

This dance will change everything in profound ways, I know. It’s an admission. A confession. Yes, I feel it, too. Yes, I want you.

I drag my hands over my sides and up, up along the swells of my breasts, my neck, my cheeks and into my hair. “Do you need to be in charge?” My last question is a whisper.

Beth Gibbons’ round tones fill every corner of the small room and the nuanced beat thrums in my blood. Give me a reason / to love you / Give me a reason to be / a woman.

I place one hand on his shoulder and begin to sway, shoulders and hips moving in languid counterpoint as I rock closer. He reaches out to touch me and I move his hand firmly back to his lap.

Retreating, I lower myself to my knees, reach beneath my tee shirt, and unhook my bra with clumsy fingers. He’s focused intently on me, mouth unsmiling. How is he so composed? I’m a mass of nerves. Masking my turmoil with a smile that taunts, I whip the bra out from beneath my tee and swiftly flick it at him.

And then, mind made up, I lower myself to all fours and begin to prowl toward him.

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Elle Rae Whyte is a simple girl at heart. She lives on a farm in Virginia and spends her time raising her family of five, catering to two cats, and indulging her reading and writing habits. She loves being alone, bananas foster, and Pepsi.

Whyte worked as a high school English teacher for around a decade before she decided she really wanted more time to devote to her family and other fun stuff. Now she writes, homeschools her youngest, and spends entirely too much time on the computer.

She writes slightly steamier romantic suspense novels under the pen name E.R. Whyte.


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