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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ The Arrangement 23 by H.M. Ward {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

The Arrangement 23 by H.M. Ward

Release Date: March 28th 2017 by Laree Bailey Press
Pages: 155
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance


THE ARRANGEMENT 23 - THE FINAL VOLUME in the New York Times Bestselling Arrangement Series 

Hatred and insanity mingle together in this disgusting specimen of a human being that stands before me. I don't know how I've wronged him or why I deserve this fate. My parents were slaughtered, my friends killed, and Sean Ferro was ripped from my side by this monster. The promise of picket fences and a little voice with tiny hands keeps me eerily sane. The ghosts of a future that will never happen whisper in my ear. They latch me to the present in a way that chills me to the core. 

Every attempt to save me has failed. I'm left staring my demons in the face, alone. The man glaring back at me is made of nightmares and malice. For all I've lost and all I've suffered, for every person who came into my life only get ripped away, and most of all for me--I won't walk away. Not this time. I've passed the point of no return. There is no tomorrow. Come sunrise, only one of us will survive.

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I sit up completely, arching my back before pulling my shirt over my head. I toss it to the floor and unhook my bra. Pressing my lips together, I allow the fabric to dangle off my finger before dropping it on the bed. His eyes sweep over me, taking in my curves and fixating on the place where my bra had been. I smile down at him.

“It’s hard to be on the bottom. Isn’t it?” I wiggle my hips as I say it, making my horrible pun clear.

Sean barks an unexpected laugh. “Breaking the tension, are we?”

“Maybe. You look a little freaked.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Maybe I want you to be. Maybe we’re both control freaks, and maybe it’s nice to give someone else control once in a while.” He watches me for a moment, hesitant to agree.

“Nice isn’t a word that goes with sex. Nice is something that’s barely adequate. It’s not special. It’s not extraordinary—it’s just nice.”

I roll my eyes and stand up on the bed, one foot on each side of his hips. I slip off my panties and kick them into the air. They hit the wall and fall down behind a dresser. I stay like that, laughing over him. “How’s the view from down there?”

Sean laughs—no, it’s more of a giggle—and grins widely.


“If I couldn’t distinguish your sarcasm, Mr. Jones, that would have gotten you in trouble.”

“Oh, are you dishing out punishments? Perhaps I should be a bit of an asshat, you know, just to see what you’ll do.”

The banter is light and flirty. I love it.

“Shut up, chatterbox.”

“You’ll have to make me, Miss Smith. There’s not much you can do that will render me speechless at this point, so...” Sean’s words die in his mouth as I step over his shoulders and sit down slowly, lowering myself onto his lips. I’m straddling his face, offering my most sensitive parts for him to devour. My heart is pounding as the initial contact changes to something more.

I hear him moan beneath me and then his lips part. His hands come up and brace my hips as his tongue sweeps between my seams. The movement is so sudden and so deep that I’m caught off guard. I lean forward and press my palms against the wall, bracing myself. The one kiss sends shockwaves through me that travel the entire length of my body.

This isn’t a starting point and I wasn’t really ready for it, but I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. His tongue moves against me again, licking me as deeply as possible. I gasp and resist the urge to rock against him.

In a teasing voice I say, “You’ll have to do better than that, Mr. Jones, if you want me to—”

My words trail off abruptly as his tongue pushes inside me. Sean grips my hips harder and pulls me down on his face. I gasp and clutch the wall, trying not to melt and fall backward. Being upright makes everything feel different. My body is tingling and with every move of his lips against me, I want more. Moaning, I start to rock against him.

Sean encourages the movement. His mouth presses harder against me, making me want more. My breasts ache, wanting to be touched so badly that I hold them tight, continuing the slow build. Sean’s kisses are relentless, pressing deeper, flicking the right places, and making me cry out. I want to come against his mouth and can no longer control my hips. They want to buck against him, forcing him in deeper, feeling his kisses; his hot mouth against me is too much. Sean holds onto my hips and keeps me still. I can’t rock against him. I’m so close. His tongue is just below the spot that I need.

"Sean, please,” I moan.

But he holds me still, not allowing me to move against him. His kisses change from slow and leisurely to desperately hungry. I cry out and fall forward, clutching the wall. His tongue flicks against the perfect place before pushing deep inside of me. Sean repeats the movement again and again, tugging my hips down hard every time his tongue presses into me.

The sensation is all consuming. I can’t think. I can’t move. My thighs are trembling and unable to hold this position for much longer. I feel his mouth work against me and the tightness that forms deep within me suddenly explodes into intense waves of pleasure. I scream his name and buck wildly against his mouth, enjoying every second of it.


H.M. Ward continues to reign as a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author who is swiftly approaching 13 million copies sold, placing her among the literary titans. Ward has been featured in articles in the NEW YORK TIMES, FORBES, and USA TODAY to name a few.

You can interact with this bestselling author at: Text HMWARD to 24587 and get a text reminder on release & sale days. 


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