RELEASE BLITZ: Holding Her Hero by Amy Lamont

Title: Holding Her Hero
Author: Amy Lamont
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2018

Blurb

From USA Today Bestselling Author, Amy Lamont,
comes a sexy new standalone novel about a hard-hearted Marine and the woman he
vowed to hate before he ever set eyes on her.
Losing her
fiancé in Army combat nearly killed her, but a cocky Marine could save her…
Pastry chef
Mandy Palmer is living on autopilot after the death of her fiancé. Her
grandmother’s plea for help offers the sense of purpose she desperately needs.
Still, rejoining the living doesn’t mean she’s ready to give her heart to the
hunky Marine working by her side to repair her grandmother’s house. She knows
better than to risk loving a military man again.
According
to helicopter pilot Mitch Taylor, military life and marriage don’t mix. He
watched too many of his buddies’ relationships crash and burn to ever consider
trying it himself. Of course, when Mandy starts getting under his skin in ways
he can’t ignore, he starts questioning his standard operating procedure.
Convincing her to give love a second chance is hard enough.
What would it take for her to love an active
duty Marine?

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Excerpt
Mitch
dropped his arms from the doorway and took two steps forward. He placed a large
hand on her upper arm. “Looks like everything is under control in the kitchen,
too. You caught it in time to prevent any lasting damage.”
She was
sure he meant to be reassuring. But the moment his hand made contact, warmth
slid over her skin, moving out from the spot where they were connected to spots
much further south.
This was
not reassuring. This was not comforting. It was the opposite of comforting.
Disconcerting. Disconcerting enough to make her pulse pick up its pace and her
toes to curl inside her old sneakers.
Her gaze
traveled from his face down to where his hand kept them connected. How could
such a simple, friendly gesture throw her so off balance? She moved her
attention back to his face.
Uh oh.
Gone was
the soft, warm look he’d had since they finished working together. His eyes
darkened to an almost stormy gray and focused on her face with the precision of
a laser. Her lips parted slightly and the intensity of his expression made a
fine tremor go through her.
As if he’d
been waiting for just that subtle sign, Mitch shifted forward. His hand moved
up from his supportive touch on her arm to cup her shoulder. The small shift
brought their bodies into closer contact. They stood with only a few inches
between them.
Mandy’s
breath came faster. Six thousand and two objections formed and dissolved
without ever making it to her lips. When she finally opened her mouth to give
voice to one of the many reasons they shouldn’t be doing…well, whatever it
was they were doing, Mitch closed the distance and crashed his lips down on
hers.
This was no
gentle, slow meeting of the lips. Mitch ravished her mouth from the get-go,
slanting his lips over hers, tongue demanding entrance.
Mandy
opened her mouth to him and met his tongue with her own, struck with the same
savage need that seemed to be driving him. Her body melted into his as her arms
slid around his waist. Mitch’s hands held her shoulders in a grip just shy of
painful, clutching her body to his own hard length.
Heat pooled
in Mandy’s belly. Nothing had ever felt as good as Mitch’s arms holding her or
his mouth claiming her own. Her fingers dug into the material of the T-shirt
stretched across his back, grasping it and holding on for dear life.
Mitch tore
his lips from hers, but didn’t loosen his grip. He kissed his way across her
cheek, moving toward her neck. His hands moved over her shoulders to slide down
her back, pulling her harder against him. As his hands settled low on her hips,
her hands traveled up around his shoulders, her fingertips brushing the
softness of the close-cropped hair on the back of his neck.
She tilted
her head back to give him better access to her throat. His lips found the
sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Mitch’s
body went rigid at the sound, and with a groan, he dove back up to reclaim her
lips. Mandy eagerly lifted onto her toes to meet him, reveling in the hard
length of him pressed against her from shoulders to toes. A shiver ran through
her as his tongue found hers again, rubbing sensuously.
So long.
It’s been so long. That one barely coherent thought making its way through her
drugged senses had the chilling effect of a bucket of ice water. Mandy tore her
lips from Mitch’s and stepped back in a rush, almost tripping over a laundry
basket in her attempt to put space between them. When he reached out to steady
her, she scrambled backward until her back met the cold, slick surface of the
washing machine. She reached up to touch her swollen lips.
She had no
business feeling this way with any man. She was only supposed to feel this way
with Will. She bit down hard on her lower lip, almost relishing the pain.
“Mandy,
what…?”
The
roughness of Mitch’s voice and his harsh breath made Mandy aware of her own
uneven breathing. She gripped the edge of the washing machine, as she tried to
get control of her own racing pulse and raging emotions.
“I’m
sorry,” she finally said, not able to meet his eyes. “I didn’t mean for this to
happen.”
She forced
herself to meet his gaze, but when she lifted her eyes, she found he wasn’t
looking at her. His hands were resting on his hips and his head dipped low
between his shoulders as he stared at his feet. His posture reminded her of a
runner trying to regain his breath after a challenging race.
It took a
few minutes for him to gain control of himself and look at her. What she saw
forced a gasp from her and caused a hollow emptiness to spread through her
chest.
He’s back.
The Mitch that had met her at her grandmother’s front door the day she arrived.
The one with the hard eyes and the distant stare.
“You’re
right. This shouldn’t have happened.” With that he turned and left the laundry
room.
Author Bio
USA Today
bestselling author Amy Lamont writes steamy contemporary and paranormal romance
filled with quirky heroines, alpha heroes, and always a happily ever after.
Whether she’s writing about world-weary billionaires or rugged bear shifters,
she loves nothing more than delivering stories with just as much heart as heat.
Amy lives
in a small town outside of New York City with her husband, twin daughters and
their two rescue mutts. When she’s not writing or hiding somewhere with her
nose stuck in a book, she loves spending time with her family, taking in shows
in the city, and traveling every chance she gets.
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