Henry & Me
by Sasha Clinton
Release Date: July 5, 2017
About Henry & Me
When we were in college, Henry Stone asked me out and I shot him down in the most humiliating way possible.
He was a nerd and I was the golden girl of the theatre society, destined to make it big in Hollywood, so how could there be anything between us?
Now, six years later, as an out-of-work actress who has to take on a housekeeping job to stay afloat, I run into him again—and boy, has he made it big.
As I begin to clean his house and take care of his precocious nephew, I realize how wrong I was about him. He’s sexy, smart, kind, everything.
But I have demons that he can’t fight. Demons that keep me away from love.
One thing’s for sure: This housekeeper gig is going to be the hardest role of my life.
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An Excerpt from Henry & Me
His gaze trails down to my lips. “Wipe that ice cream off your face.”
“Does it bother you? The ice cream?” I have no idea why I’m asking him this. Maybe I enjoy seeing him flustered.
“Yes. So wipe it away.”
“I’ll do it later,” I say.
“Do it now. It’s distracting,” he barks.
Why is he giving me instructions all of a sudden? I’m off work.
“I won’t,” I protest. I’m not easily pushed around and it is time everybody realized this.
“Then I’ll do it.” A second later, the meaning of his words sink into his head. “I didn’t mean—”
“Yeah, why don’t you?” I mock, moving my face closer.
His eyes widen. “Max, this is inappropriate.”
I realized I’ve never heard a guy use that word before. Inappropriate. It makes me want to rebel.
“So what?” I angle my chin up, touching my lips to his.
And I don’t stop with touching, I kiss him.
Holy smokes, Henry Stone can kiss. You know what they say about judging a book by its cover. Henry might look boring, like historical fiction, but he’s actually an erotica novel. I savor every bite of his teeth on my lips, every flick of his tongue against mine, the friction of us together. He must have really wanted to kiss me for a long time.
His tongue caresses my lips, spreading heat all over it, before plunging deeper to stroke the intimate corners of my mouth. I respond the best I can, caging him with my arms, just as eager to explore his mouth as he is to explore mine. Every swipe of our lips ignites another conflagration inside me. I might be a dud at science, but even I can recognize good chemistry. And this is some chemistry.
The kiss lasts for minutes, making me forget time, space and everything in between. Encircled by his scent, his strong hands, and his safety, I feel secure.
As I open my eyes, the truth hits me like cold water.
I like Henry Stone.
I really like Henry Stone.
About Sasha Clinton
Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever she is, she’s hard at work on her next book.
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