Release Blitz & Giveaway - Salvage Him by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

Series: Highland Park Chronicles Book #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Light BDSM

Anger and lies can lead to destruction, but passion and control can lead to love.

Harrison

I met my soul mate, but she's married to someone else.

Every fiber of my being screams she belongs to me.

He saved her, but he doesn't deserve her.

If I'm being honest, neither do I.

Brooklyn

I didn't know I was settling until he showed me what I was missing.

He promised to maintain control, but I pushed him and he destroyed us both.

Now I know what I need, but am I what he wants.

Harrison's anger and Brooklyn's lies push them both toward destruction. Can passion and control SALVAGE their love? 

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Excerpt ONE

His arms flexed as he adjusted the armoire in the corner. He wiped his hands on his thin t-shirt. It rode up as he picked at something on the door. He ran his hand through his shaggy light brown hair. He stood back and rubbed the stubble on his chin.

I watched him as he reached out and caressed the wood.

I felt it on my cheek.

He leaned in and rested his forehead on the wood.

I leaned in too.

His beautiful lips whispered something to the wood.

I felt the wisp of air on my earlobe and shivered.

He made a fist as his forearms flexed and knocked twice.

"Come in," I whispered and gasped.

Excerpt TWO

"Spanking?"

She rolled her eyes and gave me an, oh, please look.

"Not an acceptable response. That's one."

"One what?" I asked.

"One spanking. I'll ask you again. Spanking?"

"Yes."

"Blood play."

"Hard limit." Her eyes grew wide.

I smirked.

She licked her lips.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

"Choking."

She hesitated but whispered, "Soft."

She responded to me choking her earlier. I wasn't sure if it were something she’d played around with before.

"Shibari?"

"Yes, but . . ." She stopped.

"Continue."

"No suspending me from the ceiling and leaving me for days." She shivered.

"Okay." I let my jeans fall to the ground.

Her eyes sparkled. She strained to watch.

I ran my hand over the bulge in my shorts and held in a groan.

"Anal," I said.

"Yes." No hesitation.

That's my girl.

"Humiliation," I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Soft." She drew out the word.

"What's your concern?" I kneeled on the bed.

"It's not important. We can discuss it later."

"I wouldn't have asked the question if I didn't want to know." I ran my hands up her legs.

Her eyes grew wet as she blinked to prevent her tears from falling.

Seeing her cry hit me in the gut. I laid down and cupped her cheek.

"What is it? Brooklyn. Tell me."

"Malcolm . . ." She blinked. "He used to call me names, and I liked it, but then his friends would do the same, and I didn't. I don't know." Her tears flowed.

"Maybe you're right. This isn't the time to do this." I laid a hand against her cheek.

"I'm sorry." She blinked.

"Brooklyn. You have nothing to be sorry for. I want to know you. Every part of you. Even the stuff you're ashamed and embarrassed about. All of it made you into this incredible, beautiful, sexy woman." I kissed her. Tasted her tears on my lips. I moved a hand down to her tits and unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. Her tits were real and firm, her nipples hard. I took one in my mouth and pinched the other.

She whimpered.

I teased her with my teeth and my tongue.

Her moans told me she liked them both.

My hand traveled down her stomach and into her panties. I ran my fingers through her folds, her pussy wet and swollen from me touching her before.

She moaned and squirmed against my touch.

I pressed a finger inside her.

She squeezed her pussy around it.

I pushed in two.

She ground against my hand.

"Sir," she said against my mouth.

"Yes, my sweet sub."

She smiled a sweet grin, with a little mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Will you please fuck me now?"

I stopped.

The smile fell from her lips.

I removed her panties and climbed between her legs. I slid on a condom and laid down; our bodies flush against each other, my full weight on her. I reached up and clasped my hands with hers where they were cuffed together. I lifted her thighs over my hips, grabbed my cock, and pressed into her in one motion.

"Oh, fuck." We both growled. If I had any doubt this woman was made for me, the moment I entered her for the first time, confirmed it. I memorized everything about how it felt. Me, deep inside her, my cock squeezed in the most perfect way, and her eyes staring into mine.

Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.

After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.

She identifies the sci-fi action flick "The Matrix" as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.

She can recite the entire script from the 80's teen comedy/drama "The Breakfast Club" and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.

When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, J.A Huss, M. Never & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

Email Sydney at sydney@sydneyamichelle.com.

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