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Saturday, September 22, 2018

Protect Me by Cary Hart 💕 Release Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

Who will you be when no one is watching… when the lights go down?


I don’t know who I am anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve been allowed to think for myself. And now that I can, all I can think about is him. My protector. His massive build which should frighten me but makes me feel safe. And his intense eyes that linger on me when he thinks I’m not looking. But why would he want me? I’m broken.


I vowed never to get close to anyone again. Do the job, get paid and survive. That’s all. Then she’s thrown into my life, needing a place to hide. She thinks she’s damaged, but she just needs someone to show her how strong she really is. Damn if I don’t want to be that man. But I’ve got a past of my own, and no good deed goes unpunished.

Shapiro – POV

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Her voice is breathless, and I notice she has icing on one hand and an icing bag in the other.

“I’m hungry for something sweet,” I tell her.

“Well, you’re in luck, because I have a batch almost ready.” She smiles, and it hits me in the gut.

“I’m not hungry for cupcakes.” I stare down at her before bringing her hand to my mouth, licking the icing from her fingers.




“Oh,” she whispers.

“Yeah, oh.” I swirl my tongue up her palm and to her wrist, applying light pressure as she falls into me.

I’ve been patient, but when a tiny moan escapes her lips, my resolve snaps and I lift her into my arms and set her onto the counter with a gentle thud.

“Oh. Cold.” She winces from the stainless on her bare thighs, the icing falling to the ground.

“I can help with that,” I promise her as I bend down to retrieve the bag from the concrete floor.

She watches me as I slowly move to stand between her legs and she opens them wider in invitation.

My palms rest on her knees and slowly trail up and under the hem of her dainty dress. Reaching around under one leg, I drag my finger higher and collect the wayward pink sugar before bringing it to my lips to lick it away.

“I noticed you had a little icing here.”

She arches back, watching me.

“Sometimes, I’m a little messy.” She blushes, and I know this is all new to her. Foreplay. Seduction. The fun that comes from making your lover squirm beneath your hands before you have barely even touched them.

Hands that only touch for pleasure, comfort.

“Messy is good.” I wiggle my fingers, still sticky with pink goo.

She leans forward and takes my fingers in her hand, before bringing them to her own lips.

I see her tongue dart out to taste my skin before I feel it. I grow painfully hard at the sight alone, but when her warm mouth takes my thumb into her mouth, I nearly make a fool of myself.

But I fight to maintain my self-control, to give her this chance to explore. When I’m satisfied she’s ready for more, I pull my hand away and shift upward, taking her lips with my own.

Our mouths meld together—a mix of salty and sweet. Skin and icing. Desire and hope.

She moans into my mouth and I raise the skirt of her dress around her waist, careful not to completely expose her as I gently ease her back, my palm dragging slowly down her chest, right between her perfect tits.

She falls back onto her elbows and looks at me, turned on and confused.

“What are you doing? I’ve never—” she breaths out heavily.

“Shhh. It’s okay. You trust me?” I ask, trailing my finger up her inner thigh resting it against the hem of her lace panties. Her moisture soaking into my skin while I wait for the green light to pleasure her.

“Yes, Shapiro. I trust you. Always.” She sighs, edging closer to me.

A simple yes would have been enough, but hearing my name fall from her lips, lips swollen from my kisses, is my undoing.

Pulling the lace aside, I let my finger brush against her as I ease my mouth onto her, letting my tongue work a slow pace, just enough to caress her before withdrawing, then going deeper.

She moans, and her hips begin to buck as I drown in the delicious taste of Penny. The more I drink her in, the hungrier I become.

Picking up the pace, her hands tangle in my hair and I hold her in place and greedily lap her up as she rides out her ecstasy.

She falls over the edge, giggling and moaning as she writhes against my lips.

Just as I draw back and peer at her from between her gorgeous legs, the timer goes off.

I dip back down to place one last gentle kiss to her core, before letting her panties fall back into place.

Standing and helping her sit up as she adjusts her clothes she watches me, growing silent.

“Was I? Was it—” She stumbles over the words and I am crushed she doubts herself so much.

“Perfection.” I lean in and kiss her once more. Letting her taste herself on my lips.

“It’s actually my new favorite dessert.” I smile against her lips.

“Is that so?” She laughs. Drawing back, I see her smile is where it belongs.

“Yep. How about you? You okay?” I search her face for any traces of regret but only find her looking at me like I just hung the fucking moon and it’s the best feeling in the world.

“More than okay,” she whispers as I help her down before she rushes to get the cupcakes that are now burning.

“How much work do you have left?” I ask.

“I think I’m done here.” She winks, pulling them from the oven setting them aside to cool.

She may be done, but I’m just getting started, I think to myself as we clean up.


Who will you be when no one is watching... when the lights go down?


I played because I loved it... it was in my blood.
Now I play because it's all I have left. And I'm about to chance it all for him.
When the lights go down, and I step off that stage, will he still want me? When he finds out who I really am, what I'm not?


Her voice drew me in, her heart is what makes me want to stay.
Part of me wants to take care of her, the other wants to break down her walls.
I'm not sure I'm ready to risk it all... chasing her down, when I'm struggling to hold on to the only thing I've ever known.

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Cary Hart hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!

When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her hands full. Soccer mom in all sense of the word to two wild and crazy, spoiled kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband. In addition to writing full time, she enjoys binge watching Netflix, laying around in her hammock and baking up cookies for her family and friends.

Cary writes real, raw romance! In her stories the characters deal with life’s everyday struggles and unwanted drama, they talk about the ugly and they become the broken. Everyone deserves a happy ending, but sometimes before you can appreciate the light, there has to be darkness.

As a child, if someone would have told her she would become a writer, she wouldn’t have believed them. It wasn’t until she got her hands on her first romance novel, that the passion grew. Now, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way – now her dream is her reality.


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