Promo Spot: Resisting Her – Kendall Ryan

We have a promo spot today for Kendall Ryan’s newest release, Resisting Her.  And if you wanted to know who Kendall used as her inspiration for Cole and Savannah, here they are.  Enjoy!

Blurb

A Sizzling New Romance by New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Kendall Ryan

Agent Cole Fletcher lives for his job at the FBI, and he’s more than ready for his next assignment—raiding a cult compound and putting their leader behind bars. But he isn’t prepared for Savannah and her knock you on your ass good looks. At nineteen, she’s too old for foster care and too damaged to live on her own. With nowhere else to go, and against his better judgment Cole takes her in.

But helping her out won’t be easy. He comforts her through screaming nightmares and escaping the lingering fears of her past, but that’s the easy part. Her preference to sleep cuddled up next to his warm body, and her desire to please him in every way makes her harder and harder to resist.

TEASER

She finger-combed her dark hair and glanced at her reflection one last time before going to find Cole. He was sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island, drinking a bottle of beer. With only his profile in view, Cole hadn’t yet noticed her. Savannah took a moment to study him uninterrupted. She had come to love just looking at him when she knew he wasn’t watching. His back and shoulders were powerful with muscles that bunched under his shirt. Even his forearms were masculine —she could see where he’d pushed his sleeves up and thick veins strained against his arms. He was beautiful, yet ruggedly masculine. He was her safety, her comfort. She owed him everything. But she had no idea how to repay him.

She straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat. Cole turned toward her, the bottle of beer suspended halfway to his lips. His eyes began at her denim-clad thighs, and moved slowly over her hips, her flat belly, up to her chest and lingered there a moment before finally settling on her eyes. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was checking her out, and made no apologies for his behavior. Savannah squirmed under his gaze. She was amazed that one look could make her feel hot all over and so feminine at the same time. Without dropping his gaze from hers, he dragged the bottle of beer to his lips and pulled down a healthy swig, his throat moving with the effort.

“Thank you for the clothes,” Savannah offered, needing to break the heavy silence that hung between them.

“They fit,” he murmured, his eyes still refusing to leave hers.

She blushed and looked down, suddenly realizing that he had shopped for her, picked these things out, even the panties that now seemed to accentuate the throb in her groin. She pulled in a deep breath and headed for the kitchen, unable to stand on display for his perusal any longer. She retrieved his empty bottle of beer and rinsed it in the sink before adding it to the recycling bin under the sink.

Cole was right behind her when she turned, holding her captive against the counter with his large form. She never felt frightened of him, more like intrigued. But she was always aware of where he was in relation to her, and how large and masculine he was physically. And at this exact moment, dressed in nice clothes that he had taken the time to pick for her, she felt womanly, soft and pretty next to his raw masculinity.

“Cole?” She looked up, meeting his dark eyes.

“Damn, Savannah, when I saw you talking to Levi…” he trailed off, resting a heavy hand on her hip. The weight of his warm hand surprised her, and her lungs refused to cooperate. “I didn’t like it,” he admitted, staring at her point blank.

Her stomach dropped. Savannah wouldn’t do anything to upset him. Couldn’t. He was everything she had right now. “I’m, I’m sorry,” she stammered.

“No.” Cole stepped in closer, until his thighs were pressed against hers, and their faces were just inches apart. They had touched many times, but not like this — not when Cole was angry and rough, his gaze filled with intensity. Warning bells went off in Savannah’s head. She gripped the counter behind her. “You should be able to talk to whoever you want without me getting all possessive.”

“Oh.” Savannah was at a complete loss, having never experienced this type of relationship with a man before. He seemed angry, but more so at himself than her. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she remained completely still. His hand tightened on her hip, clutching her close to him. And his other hand cupped her cheek as he leaned in closer. For a second Savannah thought he might kiss her and her heart jumped into her throat. She held her breath, waiting, but he only stroked her jaw lovingly with his thumb. “You look nice,” he whispered, before dropping his hands and moving away.

About the Author

Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the contemporary romance novels HARD TO LOVE, UNRAVEL ME and MAKE ME YOURS. She’s a sassy, yet polite Midwestern gal with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. Visit her at: www.kendallryanbooks.com for the latest books news.