#ComingSoon – INDISPUTABLE by A.M. Wilson @AMWilsonAuthor

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Release Date: March 16th 2015 

about the book

Eighteen year old Tatum Krause wants nothing more than to finish her senior year without any more drama. After the near overdose of her drug abusing mother the previous year, she moved out in the hopes of making something better for herself. However, the week before her final year, she ends up needing the help of a sexy stranger who’s about to flip her world on its axis.

Jacoby Ryan only wants one thing: to forget his past. The last two years have been filled with empty feelings and women in an attempt to stem the heartache and guilt. He’s ghosted blindly through the motions until late one night, he finds a car stalled on the side of an empty highway where he meets a beautiful girl with a haunted look in her eyes.

She has a secret, but so does he. Despite their magnetic pull, the two come to the shocking revelation their relationship isn’t so black and white. Is it possible to fight a bone-deep attraction when the entire universe is telling you it’s wrong?


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 Once I’m secured where he wants me, and sure I’m no longer breathing out of pure shock, he moves his hand from my thigh to slide around the back of my neck, bringing my forehead to touch his.  In order not to topple over, my own hands grasp onto the shirt covering his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into the sensitive skin of my palms.

“Do you think after the past few days, most importantly this afternoon, that I’m going to just let you go?” he whispers, his lips hardly a fingers width from mine.  His breath is like a warm tropical breeze against my parted lips.

“I don’t think.  I know,” I reply, wanting to squeeze my eyes shut from the knife plunging into my heart.  It’s inevitable.  We’ve never had a future, because we were doomed from the start.  Isn’t that what he’s been telling me this entire time?  This is wrong.  We can’t work.

“I don’t think you do.  Because the second you leapt into my arms and kissed me like I was the air you needed to breathe, you became mine.”

Duh-dum, duh-dum-dum.

That’s the sound of my heart stopping dead in my chest.

Jacoby doesn’t need me to respond.  He puts pressure on my neck, bringing my lips close enough so he can capture them with his own.  The kiss starts off soft and gentle, seeking and learning, tasting and being tasted.

There’s no rush, no urgency to the way his tongue tangles with mine.  Just the gentle sway of our heads switching positions, left, right, left, back again as we explore and search each other’s mouths.  Discovering the way he responds when I gently lick the side of his tongue and the roof of his mouth.  The way a soft moan rises from my throat when he carefully nips my lower lip before caressing the spot with his tongue.

The first kisses we’d shared were full of dominance and power and proof.  They were frantic and needy.  We wielded our lips like weapons to drive a point.  This time, it’s about the exploration and declaration of what is to come.

I can feel when the calm exterior of our kiss begins to unravel, revealing the true desperation lying within us.  It’s like opening a present, the excitement and anticipation begins to heighten the closer we get to the source of our desire.  His hand slides down from my neck, the other leaving my back with a sudden chill as both palms come to rest on the soft curve of my ass, squeezing and pulling the most intimate parts of our bodies closer together.

Jacoby is pulling moans from my throat like a magician pulls scarves from a hat.  The kiss turns frantic and hot, teeth clashing, nips and licks.  I throw my head back when he tears his mouth from mine, only to pepper the flushed skin of my throat with more of his lips, his tongue trailing along and burning a trail into my flesh.

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About A.M. Wilson

A.M. Wilson fell in love with writing in second grade when she won a young writers’ contest. She spent the years following carrying around a spiral notebook, which she filled with poetry and short stories detailing the dramatics of being a young girl. When she hit her college years, she set the notebooks down and fell in love with reading romance novels. She may have attended college four separate times in four different fields, but always knew in her heart writing was her true passion. She grew up in Duluth, Minnesota and spent her summers in the cold waters of Lake Superior, but relocated to the Twin Cities with the love of her life and has two spirited children who make her world go round.

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