"4.5 Stars!...Cassidy Kent has woven this novella with plenty of humour, a touch of sentiment and a whole lot of hot, hot, hot...Part of me wanted to turn away from the deeply private moments between this couple because I kept forgetting it wasn't real...A great, fast, and definitely exciting, read from this author."—Michelle Puffer, Romance Divas Reviews
"Stranded in the middle of a snowstorm, two unlikely souls find a surprising love...What starts out as a sexy fling turns into something much more as they spend time together. An interesting short story sure to warm up these cold winter nights..."—Jennifer Bishop, RRT Erotic
"4 Angels!...A charming book of finding love when you least expect it...The chemistry between Hayley and Nicholas binds them, but it also restricts them when it comes to their feelings. I enjoyed that each had to face the past to have what they want in the future."—Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Stars!...Cassidy Kent has discovered a new talent hidden within her...that of writing torrid romance...Salacious kisses lead to everything [Hayley] could possibly imagine, and then some...Definitely as torrid as they come..."—JoEllen Conger, Gotta Write Network
"4.5 Stars!...With just the right mix of passion and humor, What Lies In Winter will quickly capture your emotions and your attention...sure to be a winner for Cassidy Kent. I look forward to reading more by this talented writer."—Elise Lynn, Ecataromance
"5 Lips!...From witty banter to scorching hot love scenes...a definite must-read! Cassidy Kent has such a relaxed and easy-flowing writing style that the pages just stream by, aided by a fast-paced, sexy storyline...The powerful attraction between Hayley and Nicholas will have your pulse pounding because the love scenes are intense and extremely erotic...I found myself laughing, crying and loving right along with them. I highly recommend reading What Lies in Winter."—Kerin Hanson, TwoLips Reviews
...Nicholas was at Hayley’s side in a flash, wrapping his arms around her waist to break the fall. Her body crushed against him as he held firmly onto her. The room spun around her as his delicious scent filled her nostrils and permeated her system. The familiar aroma stimulated her every nerve ending until she was intoxicated by the power of it.
Hayley inclined her head, locked in his gaze. She could drown in the clear depths of his eyes; so transparent were they that she believed she could see through his soul if she delved deep enough. Dare she look?
In a dreamlike trance, her body moved toward him of its own free will, a magnetic pull she couldn’t break. All common sense evaporated when the craving took hold of her, bypassing her rational thoughts.
She inched closer without worrying about proprieties or consequences. In one quick motion, Hayley licked his neck from the base of his throat all the way to his chin. Moaning low in her throat, she savored him like a mouthwatering scoop of Chunky Monkey.
A groan rumbled out of Nicholas, and she smiled at his reaction to her tongue on his flesh. He tasted of salt and sweetness and Hayley knew she was a very naughty girl. There was no turning back from here. Gone was her self-control and sanity as the fire scorched her insides and pulsed to be owned, satiated.
She wanted Nicholas. She wanted him badly.
Her lips sought his and took what she needed. He stood stiff, hesitant for a brief moment while she traced his lips with her tongue. The rich flavor of smoke and spice lingered on his soft lips, perhaps remnants of whiskey he had consumed earlier.
He finally returned her kiss with a hunger and desperation she longed to fulfill. He was far from gentle as he invaded her mouth with his tongue, leaving her breathless. She didn’t shy away, but suckled, licked and nipped with the same frenzied momentum. Her head spun like a carousel, her body eager to taste more of him. Eager to taste the paradise his mouth was offering.
With every flick, stroke and thrust of his tongue, she was lost. Sinking, drowning, falling. She became so enthralled by his kisses she didn’t realize he had carried her to the sofa. She stirred to awareness when his rock-hard body covered hers, their tongues continuing to dance to the mutual rhythm fueled by their primal lust.
He gently propped her injured ankle on the pillow before he lowered himself, fitting snugly between her thighs. Her hands explored, clawed, gripped wherever possible through the bulky fabric, impatient to touch him...