Saturday, August 30, 2014


Title: Thin Love
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance crossover
Release Date: August 19, 2014
Tour Hosted by: As the Pages Turn




Synopsis

Love isn't supposed to be an addiction. It isn't supposed to leave you bleeding. 

Kona pushed, Keira pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction. 

She sacrificed everything for him. 

It wasn't enough. 

But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and the thought of what might have been. 

Now, sixteen years later, Keira returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his NFL career with the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled. 

When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Keira's and those lies told to keep them apart—his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Keira down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.




Excerpt


“What’s the matter, Wildcat?” Kona lay on top of her, held her hip with his long fingers. “You 
nervous?” She could only manage a nod and Kona smiled, moving his mouth to her neck, down 
her shoulder, kissing lightly. “We don’t have to do this. I can wait.” 
“No!” She panicked at the thought. He laughed at her excitement and that touch on her hip got 
tighter. “No,” she said, voice a bit calmer. “I want you, Kona.” He looked at her, smile gone, 
expression relaxed. “I’ve wanted you for weeks and weeks.” Keira exhaled, moving the hair off 
her forehead. “It’s just been a while and you’re so…” She flicked her eyes down then quickly 
back up again. “You’re a lot bigger than I expected.” 
“Ha, sweetheart, you’re good for my ego, but it’s just me.” Kona kissed her again, slipping just 
the tip of his tongue into her mouth before he pulled away. “I’ll be easy with you, Wildcat. I’ll 
be so slow and good, but maybe this will help.” 
Kona’s hand left her hip, slipped between her thighs easily and he coaxed more wetness from 
her, teasing her lips, taking his time to touch her clit. Keira shuddered, held her hand against his 
wrist as he continued and Kona took her lead, rubbed once more over her clit before he slipped 
two fingers inside her. He’d learned her body in the past few weeks and Keira had been grateful 
that she didn’t have to tell him what she wanted, what felt best. He always seemed to know. 
His mouth was warm, tongue eager as he kissed her, as those large fingers curled and his knuckles 
touched the spot that sent her mind swimming. He never had to touch her for long, always knew 
exactly how to read the lift of her voice, the collection of sounds that gave away just how good 
she felt when he touched her. That night was no exception. Just a few sure rubs of his knuckles 
against her G-spot and Keira was flying, hips off the mattress as her body chased that orgasm. 
“Beautiful. Every time, Wildcat. So beautiful.” Another kiss against her neck, with Keira still 
spinning on the crest of her orgasm and Kona slipped inside of her. “God…” Kona moved his 
hips slow, barely moved an inch and already Keira felt full, felt she couldn’t be stretched any 
further. When he slid deeper, she hissed, not from the pain but from how sensitive she already 
was. “You okay? You want me to stop?” 
“No,” she told him, opening her eyes so he’d know she wasn’t hurting. “God, no, please keep 
going. You just fill me up. It’s so good, bebe.” 
Kona stilled inside her and a small quirk of his mouth told Keira he was pleased. “That’s the first 
time you’ve ever called me that.” 
“I’ll say it again just to keep that smile on your face.” 
Then Keira lifted her legs, wrapped them around Kona’s hips and she let herself be filled as he 
worked inside her. Everything about Kona was huge; his body, his cock, his voice, his presence 
and all of it filled Keira’s room as well as her body, moved around them and through them and 
she felt high, so high on him, on the sensation of him moving inside of her, his hands on her 
breasts, his fingers clasped with hers as he lifted her hands above her head on the pillow and 
pinned them there. Sweat pooled over their skin, met together in the twist of their bodies and when Kona stared 
down at her, kissed her like her lips would give him breath, Keira shuddered, squeezed against 
him. The light was thin and Keira could only make out the outline of his features, the small glint 
in his eyes and it was too much, too overwhelming, but she would not run this time, she 
wouldn’t tell herself she could do without this. Not again. Not anymore. She belonged to him. 
Her body, her heart, no matter how beaten and worn it was, belonged to Kona Hale. 
Keira squeezed against him again and Kona stilled, stared down at her with a smile that told her 
he wanted to control this, lead her. “Don’t squeeze,” he said, pulling her hips up, hitting inside 
her deeper. “If you open up, baby, go wide for me, relax, I can make you come hard, I can make 
it last for you.” A slow thrust, deeper, harder and Keira arched against him, relaxed her inner 
muscles even as she throbbed against him. “Perfect, so perfect.” 
This was deeper, freer somehow, letting Kona move them, letting him control the moment and 
Keira held onto Kona like he would anchor her, keep her from floating above herself. 
“Come for me, baby. Give it to me completely and I’ll make it so, so good for you. I’ll take care 
of you when you shatter against me.” And Keira listened, guessed that this is what Kona 
needed—that slip of control she gave to him. She let go, pushed out, relinquishing herself, giving 
her body to Kona, rather than closing off, pulling in, and the effect was substantial. He moved in 
closer, worked faster and Keira let herself open, relax until that heavenly sensation came upon 
her, urged on by Kona’s strong hands on her hips, his wide dick touching all the way inside her 
and when the orgasm came, it mirrored her heart—free, unyielding, explosive. 
“God… ,” Kona said, voice rising higher and higher with each grunt he made, hips slamming into 
her hard, fast, faster, and Keira knew he was hitting his crest. Shoulders shaking, hips pumping 
faster and faster, Kona released a groan, filling her, throbbing inside her as he came. 
Then he pulled his hand from hers and held the back of her neck, stared down at her with his 
thumb on her cheek. “This is always, Wildcat. You… you’re my always.” 







About Eden

Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.

She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

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