IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST
Release May 2011
Total-E-Bound Publishing
Blurb:
While Max’s biggest fear is being touched, his greatest dream is to be loved. Can he let Jeremiah close enough to heal, or will he turn away all that he wants for the safety of what he knows?
Max Eisner suffers from haptephobia, the fear of being touched. He refuses to let that stop him from living, though every second outside his house compounds his distress. Nor does it prevent him from yearning for that one man who will crash through those barriers and make Max his in every way.
Jerimiah Sandburg has watched the handsome man walk past his office door every morning for the past three months. Every day he has the same pained look on his face, flinching whenever someone brushes against him. Jerimiah isn’t sure if Max will trust him enough to work through whatever is bothering him, but he’s not willing to wait another day to claim the smaller man for his own.
Will Max listen to the call of his heart, or will he shut himself off once and for all?
Reviews:
Coreopsis @ Whipped Cream Reviews ~ 4 cherries
http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/06/impossible-to-resist-by-em-woods.html?zx=5a3ace6f8e634317
“Impossible to Resist is a sweet love story. Ms. Woods did an excellent job of telling a touching and realistic story in so few pages. This author has the ability to write about characters that leaves you wondering what will happen for them next. This was a very satisfying read that I would highly recommend adding to your collection.”
Excerpt:
Miah sank into his chair in front of his fireplace, watching the flames dance in the iron grate. Finally, now that Max was sleeping in his guest room, Miah’s nerves settled. He’d called Greg to get Max’s address. Explaining what had happened took longer than he liked but the drive to the small apartment went quickly enough.
Max hadn’t even budged when Miah fished Max’s apartment keys from his pocket. Good thing Max’s last name was on his mailbox. It was better that he didn’t need to wake the superintendant. He’d scooped up Max’s toothbrush and some clothes, locked back up, and brought him to his house.
He knew Max wouldn’t like it. It had become clear that Max was not the typical guy. Miah snorted. Max didn’t do hook ups and he didn’t do relationships either from the look of things. Which left a whole lot of nothing in between for Miah to work with.
The man had spine in abundance but something had him skittish. Miah hoped Max would at least give him a chance, but odds were the man would high tail it out of Miah’s house at the first opportunity.
A light shuffling caught his attention a moment before he heard Max whisper, “How long have I been out?”
“Couple hours.” Miah didn’t move, keeping his eyes trained on the fire.
“Not bad. Usually I’m out for at least a day.”
Every protective fiber Miah possessed surged forward at that flat statement. Keeping his voice low, not wanting to alarm Max or make him feel trapped here, Miah said, “Happened before then?”
“Once or twice.”
Miah waved a hand toward the sofa. “Have a seat.”
Max padded quietly to the overstuffed burgundy couch and settled into the spot furthest from Miah. He curled into a tight ball and rested his head on the arm. Miah shifted his gaze to Max and found him staring back. His soft green eyes, normally a pale shade of meadow grass, were deep emerald. A mop of wavy brown hair fell across his forehead and fanned out over the soft fabric he lay upon.
God, I wish I could touch him, hold him, kiss him.
Miah curled his fingers into the plush leather of his chair, an action that did not go unnoticed by Max. His eyes flicked down, then back up to meet Miah’s gaze. “I should go.”
