Bared to Him, Book #3 (An Adult Romance)

By Emma Rose

The more time Lillian spends with Jonathan, the more she learns that she needs the world-renowned painter as much as he needs her. Lillian never thought she was model quality but through his artwork and creative flare, Jonathan shows her how beautiful she really is. With her newfound confidence, Lillian finally goes after her dreams of becoming a writer in the big city. But while she’s busy doing everything she’s ever dreamed of, she can’t help but feel like something in her life is missing.

Jonathan knows his feelings for Lillian are stronger than those between painter and model, but an event from the past prevents him from moving on. Lillian was the perfect muse to spark his creativity but she’s about to leave his life forever. Will he be able to tell her how he feels before he loses the opportunity? Will she get past her insecurities and have everything she’s ever wanted, or will she let her inhibitions stand in the way of true happiness?

BARED TO HIM #3 is the third novella in the BARED TO HIM series by bestselling author, EMMA ROSE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Rose
• Release date: Sep 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310715624

Emma Rose

As a full-time independent author, Emma Rose delights in giving you stories that draw you in and characters who captivate your imagination.

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Bared to Him 3: An Adult Romance

By

Emma Rose

Copyright © 2014 by Emma Rose

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years or older.

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Bared to Him 3: An Adult Romance

Jonathan’s feet pressed against the metal of the odd tower surrounded by miles of Moroccan desert. Howling winds drowned out every sound except Itza’s voice. He braced himself against the turbulence, the air pushing his bangs against his face with such force they actually stung his cheeks. Sweating, stiff hands held on to her, but she was slipping and he knew it.

Hold on to me, my love. Hold on, Itza cried over the wind. Her voice was somehow able rise above the swell, and pierce it. Este mi Dios. You’re my God. My creator!

I can’t! Not much longer, he screamed. Her eyes showed she could not hear him. You have to hold on. You have to pull yourself up.

The ache in the artist’s knuckles sent cramps across his palm. Her pinky finger pulled outside of his grasp, the others slipping an inch further down. His wrists tightened as he closed his hands around hers. A scream of rushing air assaulted his ears. You’ve got to climb up, Itza. You’ve got to do it yourself. I need you to hold on.

Oh, Jon, she whimpered, her face registering fear for the first time. You can’t load this on my back. I can’t climb. Don’t you see, my love?

Blowing sand obscured his vision momentarily. When it cleared, he looked to see a vast, bottomless cavern opening beneath her.

Hold on, he called with fresh panic, his fingertips tingling with the sharp spikes of poor circulation.

Jon! Her voice was the only sound on the tower now. There is nothing left of me.

Her hands slipped out of his so quickly his fingers snapped against the emptiness. At the moment they broke contact her expression changed from a terror-filled visage to the look of sublime acceptance. It was the kind of face she made after eating a perfect sweet pepper, or making love.

"No!" Jonathan screamed and shot up in bed, sweat falling down his cheeks, his eyes wild, deep gurgling breaths emitting from his pounding chest. He closed his stinging eyelids and let all the tears of the world stream down his weary face.

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So, what does it that face thing mean? Rob asked, casually flipping a paintbrush between two fingers as he sat with