New Release
He was the sun, and she was the moon.
A love like theirs was never destined to last.
Chasing the Moon, an all-new angsty
and seductive small town romance from author S.M. Soto is available now!
A modern-day retelling of the Greek Myth of Selene and
Endymion.
He was the sun,
and she was the moon. A love like theirs was never destined to last.
Selene Drake has always been the girl
that blends into the background.
The wallflower.
Quiet.
Unnoticed.
Sweet as can be.
It never bothered her, she preferred
slinking into the shadows.
When she first laid eyes on Endymion
Black, she fell irrevocably in love with him.
The bad boy.
Cold.
Distant.
Handsome as ever.
For years, she pined after the
unattainable boy who had somehow burrowed his way into her heart.
Until everything changed.
One unforgettable night bridled with
passion and forbidden lust destroyed her naΓ―ve heart and reshaped her innocent
soul. It sent her fleeing from the only town she’d ever truly known.
Five years later, Selene is back in
Dunsmuir and the boy she spent years loving in silence, has now turned into a
man. A man with his sights set on her. Somehow, the tables have turned, and
this time around, he’s the one doing the chasing, determined to claim her heart
as his. Only, he doesn’t realize, she has a secret of her own.
One with the potential to change
their lives forever.
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Excerpt
Closing the door behind
him, Endymion crosses his thick arms over his broad, tan chest, causing the
muscles to jut out. It’s a painfully beautiful sight. The veins in his forearms
and hands protrude, and I find myself swallowing thickly, struggling to look
away.
“What did you want to talk to me
about?” His tone is all grit and no-nonsense. His hand has a white-knuckle grip
on the door, as if he’s holding himself back from something and barely keeping
it together.
Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, I
square my shoulders, searching for the courage to get the words past my
lips.
“I thought we should
talk about what happened. A few days ago.” His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say
anything else, so I proceed. “I overreacted in the parking lot. And I
apologize. That’s what I should’ve said to you at the falls that day. But…I
meant what I said about everything else. I can’t do this. That kiss from the
other night can’t happen again. I think we’re all in a good place. We’ve found
a good balance, and I think it’s best if we forget it ever happened.”
Endymion scoffs. He drops his arms,
taking a step toward me. “You want me to forget it ever happened, Selene?” His
eyes are molten pools of lava, and I’m the ash at his feet. My heart lurches
when he closes the distance between us, backing me into a wall. Literally and
figuratively. “What if I don’t want to forget?”
My heart stalls, and my stomach dips at
his words. Something that feels dangerously like hope blooms in my chest, and
before I can tamp it down, End crowds me, caging me in until all I feel is him.
All I can smell is him.
Everything about this moment is
wreaking havoc on my nervous system. My chest is heaving wildly to accommodate
my breaths, and my nipples pebble against my bra, vying for attention from this
godlike man.
I shake my head, trying to clear the
lust fog he’s induced. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m still so fucking angry
with you, but goddammit, I can’t stay away,”
Before I can comprehend
his words, his mouth slams down on mine, crashing through the last barrier I
had in place. A cry of longing pours from my lips, his kiss possessing me right
down to my very soul. There’s no fighting it. This need, the magnetic pull
between us is stronger than both our wills combined, and I succumb to it,
letting it drown me in my own desire.
End curls his hand possessively around
the nape of my neck, yanking me into him. My hands fly to his warm chest, and I
moan into his mouth at the feel of his hot, smooth skin beneath mine. He’s all
hard muscle and pure unadulterated male. His other hand grips and kneads at the
flesh of my hip and backside. The pads of his fingers on his free hand toy with
the material of my shirt as he slowly drags it up over my head. My first
instinct is to curl in on myself, but when he glances down at my chest, he
growls like a wild animal, taking in the see-through lace demi-cup bra. Taking
one of the straps, he slides it down my shoulder, his eyes following the
movement. He lets it hang there, his fingers toying with the tantalizing soft
skin of the top of my breast. My breathing is ragged. That and the sound of my
pounding heart are all that echoes around us.
When Endymion finally meets my eyes, my
core clenches painfully, and my mouth drops open in a gasp. He’s eye-fucking
me. There is no better way to put it. The emerald green in his eyes is burning
and licking at my flesh as he sweeps his gaze across my face. And Jesus, I’ve
never wanted anything more than his mouth on me. Almost as if he can read my
innermost thoughts, Endymion tugs on the other strap of my bra, causing the
cups to peel down and expose my nipples. The points harden immediately at his
heated gaze and the cool air.
“You are fucking beautiful, Selene,” he
murmurs appreciatively, rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth against my
nipple. A moan falls past my lips without permission, and it seems to spur him
on. With a growl, End drops down, taking my breast into his mouth, and I become
putty in his hands. The moans that spill from my lips are embarrassingly loud.
But he doesn’t seem to mind.
Heat swirls through my stomach, tugging
at that place deep inside me. I’m struggling to catch my breath. The way his
tongue is swirling and his teeth are nibbling at the hardened peak is driving
me wild. My sex clenches, demanding to be taken care of.
“We can’t,” I pant out,
still trying to hang on to some sense.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Selene.
Tell me, and I’ll stop. But just know, if you say no, this is it, Selene. I
won’t be toyed with. I’ve shown my hand; now show me yours.”
“I can’t say no,” I whisper. “Not after
years of waiting for this.”
About S.M. Soto
S.M. Soto was born and raised in
Northern, California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for
reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into
adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels
with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie.
S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely
lead to her demise.
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