Book Excerpts

Excerpt from Stepping Stone, book 2 in The Stone Series

Copyright © 2016 by Dakota Willink

All Rights Reserved.

I looked up into his eyes. They were scorching, searing right through me and fanning the flames flickering in my belly.

Oh, no…

“Don’t do that,” I told him.

“Do what?”

“That thing with your eyes. You’re trying to eye-sex me.”

He flashed me another crooked smile, and a low chuckle reverberated through him.

“Is it working?”

Um, maybe. Yes!

But I couldn’t speak the words as Alexander leaned in closer to me. His mouth was mere inches away.  Even though I knew what was coming, I was unable to stop it. It was as if my brain had shut down, and my body took over. 

Suddenly, a tractor-trailer whizzed by, pulling on its horn.  The sound was deafening, and I jumped, the interruption startling me out of my trance and back to reality.

“I-I can’t…” I trailed off, at a complete loss for words, feeling pissed for being so weak.  Even after everything I had been telling myself, I couldn’t last more than two seconds around him.

How does he do this to me all the time?

“You can’t what, Krystina?”

“I can’t kiss you.  You can’t kiss me. We aren’t the same as we were before.  I don’t want you to think there’s something still between us.”

“Think? I don’t have to think anything, angel.  I know what’s between us.” 

I wanted to deny him more than ever, knowing I wouldn’t be able to keep up the fight for much longer with him standing so close to me.  I summoned all the courage I could muster and tried to ignore the sexy way a damp lock of hair fell over his brow. 

“There’s nothing,” I tried to deny.

The rain started to come down, the slow drizzle replaced by large droplets splattering on my cheeks.  I was about to mention we should probably get out of the rain before it started coming down any harder when Alexander placed his hand over my heart.  The feel of his warm hand on my chest stunned me into silence as my heart beat rapidly against his palm. 

“Are you going to deny you feel it?” he asked quietly. His voice had become low and raspy, the sound of it resonating through me. 

“You imagine things,” I said, swatting his hand away.

His eyes flashed dangerously, and in one swift motion, he cupped the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. Then, without warning, he crushed his mouth to mine.

It happened so fast that my breath was literally sucked out of me as I tried to free myself from his grasp. 

It’s wrong. I can’t do THIS!

I could not accept his kiss. If I did, walking away again would be that much harder and the hurt even more unbearable. So I kept my lips sealed in a firm tight line, refusing to give in.

Alexander fought me and continued to crush his mouth down against mine. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, testing me for a weakness as I continued to deny him access.  But I could feel the will slipping slowly away, my resistance now only halfhearted. 

“Don’t fight me, Krystina,” he murmured against my lips. “It’s been too long since I’ve last tasted you.”

Lightning flashed in the distance, and a low rumble of thunder sounded.  I moaned, losing all willpower to hold him off any longer. My body involuntarily gave away, prompting my hands to fly up and grip the back of his neck. Alexander growled his approval and deepened the kiss, pulling my body tighter against his. Our tongues lapped and danced together at an urgent pace. It was so good—too good. When his mouth began to work over my jawline, I resigned myself to being lost to him and hummed with pleasure.

After a moment, he inched back slightly, our lips hovering over each other’s and our breaths mingling with every pant.

“Do you still want to say this is just a figment of my imagination?” he breathed.

Excerpt from Untouched, book 1 in the Fade Into You Series

Copyright © 2019 by Dakota Willink

All Rights Reserved.

I didn’t know what was happening between Cadence and me, but it was bound to end badly. She and I could never be a thing. I understood my reality. As it was, my father already had me by the balls. If he found out I was messing around with the daughter of the camp owners, he’d be sure to crush them in a vice.

“Fitz?” she asked, my name barely a breath from her lips.

“Cadence,” I answered back.

“I need to focus on school. I can’t get wrapped up in a guy. Plus, well…I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I know you’re not, sweetheart.” My voice was gravelly as I eyed her heart-shaped mouth. Just like I had in the cafeteria, I reached up to trace the outline of her lips. Since she’d been shy of me, I didn’t want to scare her off by moving too fast. “I think that’s why I’m so drawn to you. You’re different from the rest.”

I stared into her emerald greens with purpose, begging her with my eyes to believe me. I wasn’t giving her a line. In fact, I had never been more honest in my life. She wasn’t some random sorority girl who was oh-so-eager to let me get my dick wet for a night. Cadence was different. 

And different was exactly what I wanted.

I had been living in a state of perpetual fury. My narcissistic and overbearing father thought he had all the control. And while he might once I got back to D.C., he didn’t control me now. Not here. Not with her.

That’s why I didn’t stop myself from leaning in. I wanted to taste her, to see if she was as sweet as she was in my dreams. She placed her hand on my bare chest but didn’t push me away. She gave me a look instead, one that tugged at the flesh of my heart. It was a small smile accompanied by the shake of her head as if she were saying, “Silly boy. It’s never going to happen.”

I wrapped my palm around the nape of her neck, coaxing her head closer.

“Fitz, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to kiss you.” She licked her bottom lip and her forehead furrowed, not sure how to respond to my statement. “Can I kiss you, Cadence?”

Without warning, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips softly against mine. It was so unexpected, I froze. I thought I’d be the one to close the remaining gap, but as her mouth began to hesitantly move over mine, I relaxed and wrapped my arms around her.

She was soft and so very sweet, just like I had imagined. Her kiss was almost chaste at first. Unpracticed. Yet it still managed to make my heart race. My tongue traced her lower lip coaxingly, searching for an opening. She gave in, parting her lips to invite me in with an eager sweetness that shot straight to my groin. When our tongues finally met, it was as if my blood turned to molten lava. It was so good… so very good. 

And I was on fire.