{"id":8075,"date":"2016-05-26T07:00:07","date_gmt":"2016-05-26T11:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=8075"},"modified":"2016-08-19T08:52:21","modified_gmt":"2016-08-19T12:52:21","slug":"excerpt-reveal-give-me-you-by-casey-quinn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=8075","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt Reveal: Give Me You by Caisey Quinn"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"GIVE<\/h4>\n

Blurb<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Corin Connelly left her past far behind her in New York City. Along with her mother and an ex-boyfriend who had no plans to let her go. Starting over in college in California seemed like a vacation in paradise compared to her old life, and if anyone needs a fresh start, it’s her. But her new roommate has a life-threatening secret, and soon paradise becomes even more intense than New York. When she loses a bet to the university soccer team’s star goalie, Skylar Martin, he claims a prize she didn’t ever plan to give him.<\/p>\n

A weekend in her hometown.<\/p>\n

Skylar Martin is used to getting what he wants. Growing up in a world of privilege has made his life easy, which is exactly how he likes his women. But when a feisty redhead tells him no, he becomes determined to figure out what makes her tick. And what she’s hiding.<\/p>\n

Spending a weekend together will change everything they think they know about each other. The closer they become, the harder it is to hide the mistakes they thought they’d left behind–mistakes that will stand in the way of what they both want.<\/p>\n

Corin and Skylar will have to stop hiding from the darkness in their pasts if they want a bright future together. But how can you love someone if you can’t forgive them?<\/p>\n

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Give Me You by Caisey Quinn releases June 7th!<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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See the beginning of Skylar and Corin’s story <\/b>in KEEP ME STILL <\/b><\/h4>\n

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Excerpt<\/strong><\/h4>\n

The library smells like hundred-year-old paper and dust. But I love it. It’s peaceful. Like a church\u2014minus the judgment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Skylar watches my face as we enter, and I pretend not to notice. But I know what he sees. My mouth dropping at the sight of the cathedral ceilings, my eyes brightening as they scan sky scraping towers of books.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis place is really getting you off, isn\u2019t it? I can’t help but wonder if you\u2019d look this worked up after a raging orgasm. Let\u2019s find out, shall we?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I ignore him. I\u2019ve gotten used to his in inappropriate banter. Mostly. When he whispers dirty things to me in public, and especially in close proximity to our roommates, I still blush. And worse, used to it or not, Skylar Martin affects me. My stomach tenses at his request. He\u2019s only half kidding, maybe not even half. My heart beats a little heavier against my chest and I work hard to appear unfazed.<\/span><\/p>\n

We trade under the table kicks and above the table flirty jabs for the next hour while I study. At one point I catch him watching me chewing on my pencil as if I\u2019m purposely seducing him with my nerdy habits.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the witty banter subsides and the tension thickens between us to a point where I can barely sit still, I stand and make my way to the reference stacks in the back of the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCorin,\u201d he says evenly from behind me once I\u2019ve reached a dead end between rows. \u201cStop, please. I want to talk. Actually talk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I turn around and smirk at him. \u201cFunny, I don\u2019t think you\u2019ve stopped talking since we got here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He shakes his head. \u201cNo. I want to cut the bullshit for one night. Say something real, dammit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething real, dammit,\u201d I repeat.<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes are bright, emergency flares in the darkness aimed at me with a ferocious intensity that presses me further against the wall. \u201cNo more games, Corin. Not tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Realizing I\u2019ve been holding my breath, I exhale and then inhale deeply, causing my chest to graze lightly against his. My nipples practically high-five his. God, he smells so good. I would drink whatever body wash he uses with a straw.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want me to say, Skylar? That I’m attracted to you? That I want you? That every time you open your mouth I wish it was on me? I’m not going to say any of that. Because you already fucking know it.\u201d My teeth are clenched in frustration but voice is so breathy that it\u2019s embarrassing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a start. Either you\u2019re in to me or you aren\u2019t, Corin. If you aren\u2019t, say the word and I\u2019ll leave you be. But I\u2019m done playing this mind-fucking game with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026I\u2019m\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re what? A virgin? Saving yourself? What?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I shake my head. He wouldn\u2019t understand. You don\u2019t tell a guy you have a minor flirtation with that you had a miscarriage after your piece of shit boyfriend \u201caccidentally\u201d knocked you down a flight of stairs in your shitty apartment. Or that you ran away at fifteen to escape a mother who treated the living room like a brothel only to end up exactly like her. You sure as hell don\u2019t tell him how the guy who knocked you up pimped you out to his friends for money or that being pregnant at eighteen made you feel like you might actually have one good thing in your life. But you lost that too so you ended up here trying desperately to create some semblance of a future for yourself. No, no way in hell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m celibate,\u201d is all I give him because it\u2019s all I have to give. \u201cFor personal reasons that are none of your business.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He scoffs, and I\u2019m overcome by the urge to slap his handsome face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t <\/span>scoff<\/span><\/i> at me, Skylar. I\u2019ve had sex. I know what it\u2019s all about. There\u2019s nothing wrong with it. I\u2019m just not going to do it again until I decide to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His brows thread inward. \u201cAnd what do you think will make you decide to? Tequila?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Bastard. <\/span><\/i>My hands thrust out and shove against his hard chest. \u201cMove, asshole. Better yet, go to hell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot until you tell me why\u2014why you\u2019re celibate and why you look at me like you want to eat me alive only to dip out immediately after any conversation or moment that ventures beyond surface level.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I bite my lip hard because I did not know he\u2019d caught those looks. Or my tendency to duck and hide to avoid intimacy. <\/span>Turns out you\u2019re not as smooth as you thought, Connelly.<\/span><\/i> He\u2019s been paying closer attention than I realized. But I\u2019m still not ready to cut myself open and let all the ugly fall out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not like Layla, Skylar. I\u2019ve made a lot of mistakes, a lifetime\u2019s worth already, ones I\u2019m trying very hard not to repeat. I don\u2019t want to get sidetracked by sex-that\u2019s not what I\u2019m here for.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you here for, Corin? I\u2019m not trying to be a dick. I genuinely want to know. I feel like we talk around everything but never actually about anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I tilt my chin up because everyone else who knows me would laugh if they knew why I was really here. \u201cI want to go to law school\u2014and before you burst out laughing\u2014yes, I\u2019m serious. I want to be a child advocate. It\u2019s a job I heard of where you\u2019re like a legal voice for kids who need someone to make sure they end up somewhere good and safe. Not all of us had that growing up. So I\u2019m sorry if your precious male pride is wounded because my legs didn\u2019t fall open the second you indicated that you were interested. If that\u2019s what you\u2019re looking for, look elsewhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He gapes at me and I do an internal fist pump at leaving his arrogant ass speechless for once. Taking advantage of his moment of stunned weakness, I move past him but somehow his hand shoots out and catches me. Strong warm fingers encircle my upper arm, gripping tightly enough to dent my flesh but not enough to hurt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCorin. Stop. I need you to listen to me very carefully.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My skin tingles to the point of searing where his fingers are. I glance down and stare at our joined flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou listening, sweetheart?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Swallowing hard, I nod.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am not every other guy you\u2019ve been with. Yes, I am attracted to you. Yes, I would like to fuck your sweet body into submission because you are <\/span>always<\/span><\/i> fighting me and what you feel for me. But rest assured, I do not put this much effort into anything or anyone that I don\u2019t care about. I like you. I want to continue getting to know you. And maybe I\u2019ve done a shit job of showing it with the innuendos and teasing, but I respect the hell out of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His words have a direct line to whatever body part controls my heart rate. I make a mental note to ask in anatomy class.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He smirks as if I\u2019m ridiculous not to realize this and releases my arm. I breathe a little easier though I kind of miss the contact.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I do. You\u2019re smart, and funny, and beautiful. You\u2019re a loyal friend to your roommate from what I\u2019ve seen and even though I\u2019ve never heard of what you want to be when you grow up, I know it\u2019s a hell of a lot nobler than my career choice. So yes, baby. I respect you very much. I just wish you weren\u2019t so closed off sometimes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m closed off because you wouldn\u2019t respect me if you really knew me.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The words \u201cI would like to fuck your sweet body into submission\u201d just keep circling my brain on a constant loop. How easy it would be to let him. To give up control and just let go and let him give me what we both know I need. But I know how that vicious cycle plays out. Soon I\u2019d be using sex to validate our relationship and then I\u2019d be using it to gage my own self-worth.<\/span><\/p>\n

I will not be that girl again, not even for this beautiful man who swears he respects me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll work on that,\u201d I finally say, easing the tension just a fraction. \u201cI\u2019ll try to at least.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes cloud over, his gaze growing darker by the minute.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to leave you alone, Corin? Because I\u2019m tough enough to take it if that\u2019s what you want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t help but think of the accident, the way he had Landen\u2019s back without hesitation, and how much fun we had later that night, just hanging out. As much as I\u2019ve prided myself on not needing anyone, on not needing a man in my life period, and is certifiably crazy as this particular man makes me, the thought of him leaving me alone as he put it is painful.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I whisper. \u201cI don\u2019t want that. I just want\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

What the fuck do I want?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Apparently Skylar wants to know the same thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026what the hell do you want?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My mouth tugs upward at our similar line of thinking. I keep picturing Ryan Gosling screaming a similar question at Rachel McAdams.<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes briefly. \u201cI want\u2026I want to know where we stand at all times. I need boundaries. I want to know that you aren\u2019t going to hook up with the next thing that walks by just because I\u2019m not giving it up. I want us to draw a line, I guess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA line?\u201d He arches a brow and folds his arms over his chest. \u201cWhat kind of line?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA friendship line,\u201d I say, formulating my theory as I\u2019m speaking it. \u201cI want us to be friends who are getting to know each other like you said. And I want to keep it at that until we reach a mutual decision about whether or not we want to be more. But even if we decided to be more, I still might not be ready for a sexual relationship. Do you think you can handle that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Please say yes. <\/span><\/i>It\u2019s a lot to ask of a red-blooded American nineteen year-old male. I know this. I just need a little<\/span> more<\/span><\/i> effort. And some patience.<\/span><\/p>\n

Skylar strokes his chin thoughtfully. He\u2019s making me sweat\u2014dragging it out the same way I\u2019ve done to him. I examine my Lincoln Park After Dark manicure as if I couldn\u2019t care less what his answer is.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I care, God do I care. And he apparently has more patience than I do.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor God sake\u2019s Martin, say something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His lips twitch. \u201cI\u2019m thinking it over. For the most part it\u2019s a reasonable enough offer, but my dick thinks you\u2019re a mean, mean, girl.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My eyebrows lift and I flash him an amused smile. \u201cWell my body thinks you\u2019re overestimating your ability to fuck it into submission.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I win. Skylar looks like I just hit him with a flying throat punch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tension ripples his angular jaw line and I have the strangest urge to lick it. Damn hormones. They are not cooperating <\/span>at all<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCorin\u2026I\u2019m going to back down on the inappropriate comments the best that I can.\u201d He leans into my space but I refuse to budge. I remain statue still as he moves my hair off my left shoulder. \u201cBut trust me when I tell you, I could do things to your body that you don\u2019t even have names for. And I feel it, the way you tremble when I touch you unexpectedly, the way you clench your delectable thighs together when I say those dirty things in your ear. So please, inform any parts of your anatomy that doubt me that I will be proving them all kinds of wrong as soon as you give me permission to do so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His erotic promise lingers in the air between us. It wraps around me like a boa constrictor, starting at my throat and squeezing hardest low in my stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo the line,\u201d I choke out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Red. You can have your line.\u201d He winks, gracing me with a wicked grin. \u201cFor now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\"CAISEY<\/p>\n

Caisey Quinn lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her vivacious six-year-old daughter. She is the bestselling author of the Neon Dreams series (Avon\/William Morrow) and the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult and Contemporary Romance novels. You can find her online at <\/span>www.caiseyquinnwrites.com<\/span><\/a> and Tweeting entirely too often as @CaiseyQuinn. \u2028\u2028\u2028She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. <\/span><\/p>\n

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