Too Beautiful to Break is the emotional and swoony fourth novel in her Romancing The Clarksons series featuring deeply disturbed and traumatized Clarkson brother, Belmont and his soul mate, family friend Sage.

Belmont is…a lot. He requires… a lot and when he loves you, he loves you…a LOT. So much so that Sage is concerned and troubled by his fixation on her, loving him deeply, however, wanting that love to be a mutual healthy experience. Her knowledge and love of him is so great, she knows her greatest act of that love is to let Belmont go. Sage is devastated that she has to separate herself from Belmont, but she is determined to do what she believes is best for them both. Leaving him is like anathema for Belmont and he refuses to let her go, facing his own greatest demons in the process.

Leaving Belmont Clarkson is the hardest thing Sage Alexander has ever done. From the moment they met, she knew Belmont was the one, and getting up close and personal with him on his family’s epic road trip has taken her desire to a new, even hotter level. But there’s no way she can go there—not without revealing secrets that could devastate them both.

Losing Sage is not an option. Belmont’s heart is hers, has alwaysbeen hers. He knows she’s hiding something from him, but nothing will stand in his way of telling her just how much she means to him. Finding her is easy—saving her from her past could cost him everything.

Heart stirring…

“You’ve been scrapbooking. There’s glue all over your fingers. And paper cuts. I hate the paper cuts. But I knew I was crowding you, so I didn’t pull over and bandage them. Even though that’s all I’ve wanted to do for the last two hundred miles.”

Would she ever breathe again without experiencing the sharp pain in her side?

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“Because you only scrapbook when something isn’t right.”

He ignored the cars honking as they were forced to pass in the opposite lane. She barely registered them, too, because Belmont was hypnotic, his every feature imploring her, his voice resonating deep inside her mind.

“Just come over here and whisper it in my ear. I’ll stand between you and whatever it is. I’ll make up for being so greedy with your time. I will. Nothing touches Sage while I’m around.”

Don’t break. Don’t break yet.

“There is nothing wrong. Except for your…reliance on me. I need to go somewhere I won’t be smothered every minute of the day.”

She touched the door handle and he jolted, blue eyes fixating on that signal she’d be leaving.

“Go to New York, Belmont. Meet your sisters and Aaron on the beach for New Year’s Day, like your mother wanted. I’m not your worry. I never was.”

“You can take yourself away from me, but you can’t take away the worry.” His tone was concrete, unbreakable. “Don’t try. I covet my right to fear for every hair on your head.”

“I never asked you to,” she half sobbed, half whispered.

“You did.”

He reached across the console, his fingers hovering just above her thigh, branding the skin beneath her dress.

“Your heart asked mine. And mine was already begging.”

Swoon…

The garment was wide open, straight down the center, allowing him a view of her black underwear and matching bra, the hollow of her belly, her pushed-up breasts. Seeing what had been waiting beneath the dress had the possessive male inside him bristling, scratching to get loose. Sage seemed to recognize the change in him, too, because she whimpered and pushed the dress off her shoulders. And Belmont pounced. Her underwear became a scrap in seconds and cast aside. The bra was left on, purely because he couldn’t wait another second to be connected with her.

They moved like one fluid unit, Belmont stooping down, Sage leaping, wrapping her legs around his waist. Lord, he loved holding all her weight. Wanted to carry her through deserts and rainstorms and over thresholds. Her heat settled on top of his erection just as Belmont moved to claim her mouth and they groaned in unison, hips rolling, tongues mating. Sage’s eager mouth was paradise, her knees writhing on his hips to keep her aloft.

He leaned back and let her climb his body, slip down, scale him again, the slick moves rubbing her pussy up and down the length of his cock. His cock, which she finally trapped between their bodies, beginning a rough humping rhythm, little sobs killing him as she sent them into his mouth. Between the slide of Sage’s curves and the images of her on the floor, looking up at him, Belmont needed to get inside her. The need was immediate and consuming. By the time he reached beneath Sage’s bottom and guided his length to her pussy, easing in the first few inches, he was chanting her name like a prayer.

His voice got louder when she dug her nails into his shoulders and tossed her head back, working her hips, working, working, until he was firmly planted. All the way inside his woman and still not deep enough

Too Beautiful Break is available now!