Say Nothing… by T.A. Roth

Say Nothing…
T.A. Roth
(Speak #2)
Publication date: November 26th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

After years spent harboring a shameful secret, I finally felt…alive, reawakened and brave. Willing to break down my walls and let love in. Let him in.

We had conquered our pasts. The truth had set us free, and we were looking toward our future. Until a crazy twist of fate brought my worst nightmare back into my life.

The voice and soundtrack to every one of my haunting dreams now had a face. One he won’t easily let me forget.

The hits Ben endured on the football field will be nothing compared to the devastating blow his heart will take if he finds out the whole truth. He knows the story, but he doesn’t know the monster. Not like I do.

Just as the wounds of my past had begun to heal, he’s come back to rip them wide open.

Maybe some things are better kept from those we love.
Maybe some secrets are never meant to be told.
Maybe it’s better to Say Nothing…

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Author Bio:

T.A. Roth is a wife and mother of two funny and crazy kids. Born and raised in Los Angeles, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. When she’s not beautifying clients as a stylist/make-up artist at her day job you can find her reading, fangirling her favorite authors, or singing along to the radio. After getting the opportunity to read the debut novel of a then client now friend something clicked. Her “what the hell” attitude kicked in and a year later, here we are.

Say Something… A new adult romance is her debut novel.

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~ Excerpt ~

I text Ben as soon as I leave the office. Traffic is surprisingly light, and I make it home in thirty minutes. The day has been a bit of a whirlwind, and I’m just excited to get out of my work clothes, enjoy whatever Ben’s made, and relax. If I’m being honest, I’m hoping to pick up where we left off.

As I walk through the front door, I’m greeted with the delicious aroma of something cooking in the oven. The room is illuminated by small votive candles and the soulful sounds of Sam Smith are pouring through the speakers. Oh, he’s good.

I notice a small note on the table and place my purse and keys down before picking it up. Waiting to undress you . . . is all it reads. My lady parts clench in anticipation and my breathing picks up as I make my way to the bedroom.

When I reach the door, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed shirtless. A lone candle flickers from the tall nightstand. He lifts his head, and the predatory look he had in my office is glowing from his amber eyes. He stands from the bed and walks toward me slowly. I’m rooted to the spot, shaking with lust. He has a plan, and I intend to let him show me exactly what it is.

In three short strides, he’s in front of me. I take a second to drink him in. All tanned skin and broad shoulders. Mine. Without a word, he brings his hands to my face and plants a searing kiss on my lips. My toes curl, and I tangle my hands in his hair tugging gently. He groans, and my hands begin to move of their own accord, mapping his body.

“I need you,” he whispers across my lips. I nod in response, unable to form words while his mouth works its way down my neck. He undoes the buttons of my blouse one by one. Each caress of his finger on my overheated skin sends chills across my body. I pant in anticipation. Pulling down the side zipper of my skirt, I tug it over my hips and let it pool at my feet.

The stress of the last week is a distant memory with every sweet flick of his tongue. He walks backward toward the bed. My hands go to the waistband of his jeans. I undo the button, and as my fingers reach for the zipper, he shakes his head.

“You first,” he says huskily. I’m in my black lace bra and panty set, so getting me naked won’t take that long. He works his nimble fingers on the front latch of my bra. One click frees me, and the thin straps fall off my shoulders. My taut nipples greet him, and he moves quickly to bring one to his mouth. The back of my knees hit the bed, and he pulls away.

His amber eyes are hooded as he drinks me in. He runs his hand down the front of my chest and presses me back onto the bed. His palm runs across my over sensitized skin and drives me mad. He knows I hate to wait and relishes in my eagerness. He gives me a wicked smirk; his eyes never leave mine as he runs his tongue over my inner thigh. I hold my breath as he works his way to the part I want him most. I arch my back and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from pleading. He laps his tongue over the small scrap of lace separating me from his beautiful mouth, and I moan in appreciation.

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  2. Linda Henderson says:

    This sounds like a very intriguing book. I’m very interested in reading it.

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