We're thrilled to participate in an excerpt chain for Racing the Sun by New York Times bestselling Karina Halle, a new adult novel about a young woman who becomes a nanny in Capri and falls for her charges’ bad-boy brother.
Read the excerpt and stop by the other participating blogs for the full excerpt. Racing the Sun releases on July 28th and click here to pre-order today. Plus, enter the flash giveaway on Facebook for a chance to win a paperback of this gorgeous book.
Happy reading and good luck.
Read the excerpt and stop by the other participating blogs for the full excerpt. Racing the Sun releases on July 28th and click here to pre-order today. Plus, enter the flash giveaway on Facebook for a chance to win a paperback of this gorgeous book.
Happy reading and good luck.
Racing the Sun Excerpt
The pressure I’ve been keeping in check lets loose and as he drives into me with reckless abandon, and I’m thrust into the powerful throes. Behind my eyes, my world glows blue and my heart grows warm and I am swimming through waves of light, drowning in the feeling of pure ecstasy. I’m swearing and calling out his name and it echoes against the walls of the cave. Every single grunt and groan and breathless hiss he gives to me is magnified.
That isn’t just sex. That is supernatural.
“Holy shit,” I whisper raggedly, trying to catch my breath as I still pulse around him and we struggle to come down to earth.
“Yes,” he says, licking his lips and brushing the wet hair off my face. Even my cheeks tingle from his touch. “I have no words in English.”
“I have no words at all,” I say quietly, my heart racing like a jackrabbit. I breathe in and out, bringing myself back down from the clouds and into the bright blue.
He kisses me softly, lingering and wet, before pulling away and gingerly pulling himself out of me.
“Your back must be sore?” he asks, placing his hand behind my shoulder blades.
I wince a little but smile. “It’s a good kind of sore,” I tell him. “Do you think your fears are gone?”
“For now,” he admits, kissing me again. “For now, everything is gone, except for you.” He pulls me away from the wall and into him, his arms encircling me. “You’re all I need.”
We stare at each other, our faces lit from below by that brilliant blue, and continue to float. This is heaven after heaven.
In the distance, there’s the faint sound of singing. Derio seems to snap out of his daze and looks at me with big eyes. “First gondoliers of the morning. We better go.”
We start swimming for the entrance, the current and the act of having sex having pushed us farther back into the cave without us knowing it. We’re almost at the mouth of the cave when we see a small boat coming toward us. Derio pulls me to the side and we flatten against the wall as much as we can while staying afloat.
The boat comes in, the gondolier pulling it along by the chain and singing, his voice booming off the walls. A couple suddenly pops up at the back of the low boat after lying back to get through the low entrance. We watch as the gondolier rows the boat into the depths and the boat’s passengers, now dark figures against the glowing blue, start snapping pics and oohing and aahing.
“Let’s go,” Derio whispers to me and we quickly swim out through the entrance before another boat comes in.
Once outside, the sky and sun are blinding and we can see a few small rowboats towed just offshore by a larger powerboat. That must be how they get here for the day. We swim for the platform and I gasp when I see a young couple come down the steps. I’m not worried about getting caught by them— they seem to be tourists here to catch the first boats before the crowds set in—but I am concerned that Derio is stark naked.
Of course, he sees them, too, and shoots me a grin over his shoulder. He couldn’t care at all. And why should he. We just fucking had sex in the Blue Grotto. And at that thought, I realize that I don’t care either.
We reach the edge of the platform and he’s the first to go up. He does so like an athlete, using the pure power of his upper body, and I make a silent thank-you for the exercise room in the house. Then he bends over to help me up, absolutely mooning the couple down the stairs and probably giving them a good show of his balls as well.
I try not to laugh as he pulls me up but when I hear the girl giggling in the background, I can’t help it. I scramble onto the cement, slip my dress on while he pulls on his shorts, and the two of us trot up the stairs past the couple, snickering as we go.
“Buongiorno!” Derio cries out to them merrily with a big smile on his face. Their faces go beet red as they try not to stare.
We climb onto the bike in the parking lot and laugh all the way back to the house.
Follow along with all the other stops for the full Racing the Sun excerpt…
Day 1: Heroes and Heartbreakers
Day 2: Maryse’s Book Blog
Day 3: Natasha is a Book Junkie
Day 4: Vilma’s Book Blog
Day 5: Rock Stars of Romance
That isn’t just sex. That is supernatural.
“Holy shit,” I whisper raggedly, trying to catch my breath as I still pulse around him and we struggle to come down to earth.
“Yes,” he says, licking his lips and brushing the wet hair off my face. Even my cheeks tingle from his touch. “I have no words in English.”
“I have no words at all,” I say quietly, my heart racing like a jackrabbit. I breathe in and out, bringing myself back down from the clouds and into the bright blue.
He kisses me softly, lingering and wet, before pulling away and gingerly pulling himself out of me.
“Your back must be sore?” he asks, placing his hand behind my shoulder blades.
I wince a little but smile. “It’s a good kind of sore,” I tell him. “Do you think your fears are gone?”
“For now,” he admits, kissing me again. “For now, everything is gone, except for you.” He pulls me away from the wall and into him, his arms encircling me. “You’re all I need.”
We stare at each other, our faces lit from below by that brilliant blue, and continue to float. This is heaven after heaven.
In the distance, there’s the faint sound of singing. Derio seems to snap out of his daze and looks at me with big eyes. “First gondoliers of the morning. We better go.”
We start swimming for the entrance, the current and the act of having sex having pushed us farther back into the cave without us knowing it. We’re almost at the mouth of the cave when we see a small boat coming toward us. Derio pulls me to the side and we flatten against the wall as much as we can while staying afloat.
The boat comes in, the gondolier pulling it along by the chain and singing, his voice booming off the walls. A couple suddenly pops up at the back of the low boat after lying back to get through the low entrance. We watch as the gondolier rows the boat into the depths and the boat’s passengers, now dark figures against the glowing blue, start snapping pics and oohing and aahing.
“Let’s go,” Derio whispers to me and we quickly swim out through the entrance before another boat comes in.
Once outside, the sky and sun are blinding and we can see a few small rowboats towed just offshore by a larger powerboat. That must be how they get here for the day. We swim for the platform and I gasp when I see a young couple come down the steps. I’m not worried about getting caught by them— they seem to be tourists here to catch the first boats before the crowds set in—but I am concerned that Derio is stark naked.
Of course, he sees them, too, and shoots me a grin over his shoulder. He couldn’t care at all. And why should he. We just fucking had sex in the Blue Grotto. And at that thought, I realize that I don’t care either.
We reach the edge of the platform and he’s the first to go up. He does so like an athlete, using the pure power of his upper body, and I make a silent thank-you for the exercise room in the house. Then he bends over to help me up, absolutely mooning the couple down the stairs and probably giving them a good show of his balls as well.
I try not to laugh as he pulls me up but when I hear the girl giggling in the background, I can’t help it. I scramble onto the cement, slip my dress on while he pulls on his shorts, and the two of us trot up the stairs past the couple, snickering as we go.
“Buongiorno!” Derio cries out to them merrily with a big smile on his face. Their faces go beet red as they try not to stare.
We climb onto the bike in the parking lot and laugh all the way back to the house.
Follow along with all the other stops for the full Racing the Sun excerpt…
Day 1: Heroes and Heartbreakers
Day 2: Maryse’s Book Blog
Day 3: Natasha is a Book Junkie
Day 4: Vilma’s Book Blog
Day 5: Rock Stars of Romance
Synopsis and Purchase Link
When I’m traveling, I feel like the secret to my life, to myself, to really becoming, is one step ahead. It’s in the next destination, the next town I get lost in, the next stranger I talk to. It’s always next but never here . . .
After six months of backpacking and soul-searching across the world, Amber MacLean is flat broke. There are worse places for a twentysomething to be stuck than the Amalfi Coast, but the only way she can earn enough money for a plane ticket home to California is to teach English to two of the brattiest children she has ever met.
It doesn’t help that the children are under the care of their brooding older brother, ex-motorcycle racer Desiderio Larosa. Darkly handsome and oh-so-mysterious, the young master of the crumbling villa tests Amber’s patience and will at every turn—not to mention her hormones.
When her position turns into a full-time nanny gig, Amber grows dangerously closer to the enigmatic recluse. But can she give up the certainty of home for someone whose closely guarded heart feels a world apart from her own?
After six months of backpacking and soul-searching across the world, Amber MacLean is flat broke. There are worse places for a twentysomething to be stuck than the Amalfi Coast, but the only way she can earn enough money for a plane ticket home to California is to teach English to two of the brattiest children she has ever met.
It doesn’t help that the children are under the care of their brooding older brother, ex-motorcycle racer Desiderio Larosa. Darkly handsome and oh-so-mysterious, the young master of the crumbling villa tests Amber’s patience and will at every turn—not to mention her hormones.
When her position turns into a full-time nanny gig, Amber grows dangerously closer to the enigmatic recluse. But can she give up the certainty of home for someone whose closely guarded heart feels a world apart from her own?
Author Bio: Meet Karina Halle
Karina Halle is the New York Times bestselling author of Where Sea Meets Sky, The Pact, Love in English, and other wild and romantic reads. A former travel writer and music journalist, she lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails, and devours a lot of books.
Find Karina Online
Twitter: @MetalBlonde
Instagram: @AuthorHalle
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Karina-Halle/140649372629593?fref=ts
Find Karina Online
Twitter: @MetalBlonde
Instagram: @AuthorHalle
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Karina-Halle/140649372629593?fref=ts
