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Cover Reveal: Indulge by Angela Graham
~ Synopsis ~
Logan West’s life is anything but ideal. Mindless sex, tedious business ventures, and the occasional poker game keep him occupied, but he only lives for one thing: fatherhood.
Oliver, Logan’s three-year-old son, is his entire world. Raising him alone, Logan finds his only joy in spending time giving Oliver the childhood he deserves. But every other weekend, he allows himself the chance to live as a man—a man with deeper desires. Logan knows what he likes, what he wants, and what he needs. He has no interest in dating and believes there’s no risk worth taking for romance, but his casual sexual escapes rarely leave him satisfied.
It takes an unexpected decision from his sister Julia and a road trip to the small town of Harmony with his best friend, Caleb, to open Logan’s eyes to new opportunities outside his programmed world. It's not what he expects, but Logan’s always looking to indulge.
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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Picture Perfect by Elisabeth Grace
Picture
Perfect by Elisabeth Grace (Limelight
#2)
Publication date: March 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New
Adult, Romance
~ Synopsis ~
Being the daughter of a big-city mayor, twenty-one year old Skye Summers has giant shoes to fill in her first real job out of college. With the public spotlight on her family, and her dad’s expectations running high, she jumps at the chance to work side-by-side on an important project with her sexy new boss.
Playboy entrepreneur Landon Steele has built a successful PR firm and broken more than a few hearts along the way. He’s counting on his enthusiastic new assistant to help him expand his business into LA… until he discovers she’s a pampered rich girl who’s in the public spotlight as much as his famous clients. Still, he agrees to give her a chance, and soon the two are heating up the bedroom as well as the boardroom.
But when Skye’s ex-boyfriend threatens to reveal a dangerous secret from her past, her job, relationship with Landon, and her father’s career are suddenly all on the line. Will she be forced to leave Landon? Or will she pursue her heart, regardless of the cost?
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18887333-picture-perfect?ac=1
~ AUTHOR
BIO ~
I have a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! I currently live outside Toronto, Canada with my hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never to busy for a good story and to share my love of reading and writing with others.
My debut New Adult Contemporary Romance, Rumor Has It, releases December 6, 2013.
For more of the lowdown on me feel free to visit my author website at http://www.Elisabeth-Grace.com
~ Author Social Media Links ~
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~ Giveaway ~
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Blog Tour and Giveaway: The Lucien Knight Trilogy by Kitty French
Titles:
Knight & Play (Knight #1)
Knight & Stay (Knight #2)
Knight & Day (Knight #3)
Author: Kitty French
Genre: Erotic Romance
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Series: The Lucien Knight Erotic Trilogy
~ Knight & Play (Knight #1) ~
~ Synopsis ~
There's only one thing in life Lucien Knight really hates, and that's husbands who cheat on their wives. There's only one problem in Sophie Black's life. Her cheating husband... From the moment Lucien & Sophie meet, the seal is set. Romantic, emotional & intensely erotic, Knight and Play is the perfect read for lovers of international bestsellers Fifty Shades & Bared To You. Let yourself be swept away by Part One of the Knight series from Kitty French, a romance so hot it'll burn your fingers... CEO of Knight Inc. Lucien Knight is catch-your-breath gorgeous and damaged by his troubled past in Norway. All grown up and relocated to London, he's built his empire of adult clubs from the ground up to become the gorgeous patron saint of the sex industry. No one knows the dark childhood secrets that have given Lucien a backbone of steel and a heart encased in ice. No one until Sophie Black, that is... From the moment girl-next-door Sophie accepts the job as Lucien Knight's PA, she understands how Alice must have felt when she tumbled down the rabbit hole. Lucien takes her safe, vanilla life away and plunges her head first into a huge dish of fantasy flavours. Rich, spicy chocolate covered with dark, oozingly lickable sauce? Check. Tutti-frutti with indecently red, glistening cherries on the top? Yes please. Lucien strips away all of Sophie's inhibitions, and when he instructs her to select three new toys, she soon realises he has more than a game of Monopoly on his mind... He's opened the door to a whole new pleasure packed world without limits, and Sophie is utterly intoxicated. But how far is she willing to go? And what happens when she has to step back into reality again? Lucien & Sophie's is a story of star crossed love and forbidden passion, a sexual odyssey that spans the globe and changes both of their lives forever. Let it change yours, too.
~ Review ~
4 Star Review
This book is really Hot. A hot employer/employee relationship.
Sophie is looking for a new job. She doesn't like her sleezy boss that is always staring at her and making her uncomfortable. She never expected to take a job as am admin for sex toys. An area she was no experience with. She also didn't think she would be attracted to her boss. She wants the job, but tries to stay away from Lucien, but her can be persuasive. Will she remain faithful to her cheating husband? Or will she fall for Lucien?
Lucien hates men that cheat on their wives. He has a habit of involving himself in these women's lives and telling them. So when Sophie comes looking for a job he is intrigued by her. She is shy and unsure of herself. He wants to make her a confident woman so she doesn't have to rely on her loser husband. Can he do it without falling for her? Or is she the one to bring him to his knees?
This is a fast, fun read. I really enjoyed this book and cannot wait to read book two. I really need to know what happens with Sophie, her husband and Lucien. This is a must read book!
~ Knight & Stay (Knight #2) ~
~ Synopsis ~
Sophie black has turned her back on both her cheating husband and her sexy, enigmatic boss Lucien Knight. When she hits rock bottom, she finds herself drawn back into Lucien's glamorous no strings, high stakes world of intensely erotic encounters.
Bold and beautiful, Lucien is a walking, talking Viking sex god-the ultimate rebound guy. His is a seductive world of pleasure without limits or commitment, but can Sophie's already bruised heart survive his strictly no ties rule?
When her husband returns with his tail between his legs, Sophie is faced with the toughest decision of her life. How does she choose between the man she vowed to love forever and the man who she hadn´t planned on loving at all?
Knight & Stay is a star-crossed romantic adventure that spans the globe from Paris to the glittering artic northern lights, a sexual odyssey of love and lust that changes the lives of everyone involved forever.
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~ Review ~
4 Star Review
Sophie is trying to pick up the pieces of her heart after realizing the love of her life, her husband Dan had been cheating on her. She also feels guilty for taking Lucien up on his offer of an affair while they were working. So now that Dan is gone and she is refusing to speak with Lucien what will she do? She has no husband, no job and no lover. She needs to decide what she wants.
Lucien is a man who knows what he wants and goes after it. He hates men who cheat on their wives. He set out to free Sophie from her marriage, but that isn't all that happened. He realizes that she feels guilty and is heartbroken. Can he help he though her heartbreak? Or did he lose her for good?
This
book is amazing. I love how it started off right where book
left off. Although there is a book three you will be satisfied
with where this book end. Book three is on Sophie's best friend
Kara, but Sophie and Lucien will be in this one also. I cannot
wait to read it!!
~ Knight & Day (Knight #3) ~
~ Synopsis ~
~ Review ~
4.5 Star Review
I think this is the favorite book of the series. I loved how we got a lot more of Sophie and Lucien, but also got Kara and Dylan.
Kara is still trying to recover from a broken heart. She wasn't expecting to be so attracted to Dylan or even being able to open up to him. She thought she was done falling in love, but love finds you when you least expect it. She tells Dylan the only thing she needs is Honesty. Can he be completely honest with her? Or will he break her trust?
Dylan is on the run from life. After a series of unfortunate events he just wants to be someone else. He comes to Ibiza to start fresh. He never expected to walk into a job for Lucien. And he really never expected to start having feelings for Kara. He knew he needed to tell her about him and his past, but he didn't want to lose the best thing that happened to him. Will he lose her? Or will he prove that he is the right person for her?
This book gives you all the closure you need for this series. Sophie and Lucien have grown since the last book and are an amazing couple. I think they are one of my favorite couples!! And Kara and Dylan were right up there also. This is a must read series.
~ About the Author ~
USA Today best selling author Kitty French is a self confessed romance junkie - she loves to watch it, read it, and best of all, to write it. She started to write erotic romance after reading Fifty Shades and hasn't looked back since! She lives in England with the gorgeous Mr.F and their two young sons, and is never knowingly found without a glass of wine in her hand. Kitty also writes romantic comedy under the pseudonym Kat French. Her first novel, Undertaking Love, is out now from HarperCollins.Facebook | Goodreads | Twitter
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Blog Tour and Giveaway: Undone by R.E. Hunter
~ Synopsis ~
Five
years ago, Embry Jacobs ran...
She ran from a past that still hasn’t let her go, but her dream of becoming a lawyer is stronger than her fear of confronting that past. Embry’s sole focus is to get through law school—with the help of her best friend, Morgan—and make something of the broken girl she became. Not thinking about falling in love, being in a relationship or even entertaining the idea of romance, Embry is moving forward one day at a time.
Luke Brody is charming and sexy, and has a past of his own. He wants nothing more than to put his demons to rest and move on with his life. But, when Embry enters the picture, is he destined to repeat those same mistakes?
Blindsided by their instant attraction, neither Luke nor Embry are prepared for the feelings they’re developing. But will it all be for nothing?
Will they let their pasts destroy them, or will they risk everything to fight for their relationship when it all comes undone?
She ran from a past that still hasn’t let her go, but her dream of becoming a lawyer is stronger than her fear of confronting that past. Embry’s sole focus is to get through law school—with the help of her best friend, Morgan—and make something of the broken girl she became. Not thinking about falling in love, being in a relationship or even entertaining the idea of romance, Embry is moving forward one day at a time.
Luke Brody is charming and sexy, and has a past of his own. He wants nothing more than to put his demons to rest and move on with his life. But, when Embry enters the picture, is he destined to repeat those same mistakes?
Blindsided by their instant attraction, neither Luke nor Embry are prepared for the feelings they’re developing. But will it all be for nothing?
Will they let their pasts destroy them, or will they risk everything to fight for their relationship when it all comes undone?
~ Review ~
5 Star Review
OMG
this book was amazing!! I didn't want to put this book down. It
totally consumed me.
Embry
has been hiding from her past for the last five years. She
moved away to Florida to attend college right after high school. She
left without a word to her parents or her boyfriend. Her best
friend Morgan knew why she left and where she went, but kept her
secret. Embry had doubts about moving home and attending law
school with Morgan, but she wanted to be with her friend. Her
plans were to focus on school and not party or have any men in her
life. But after running into the mysterious blue eyed guy she
can't stop thinking about him. Will she fall for him? Or keep
her promise and stay away?
Luke
is a lawyer with a lot of secrets. He wants Embry the moment he
lays his eyes on her. He knows he should let he walk away. He
can only hurt her, but he is selfish and wants her. Will he
confess all his secrets? Or will he break her by hiding them?
This
book seriously consumed me and had me in a major book hangover. I
am mad that I have to wait until August for book two. Iran this cliff
hanger just about killed me. I NEED more! Great job on your
debut novel R.E. Hunter!!
~ Excerpt ~
“Wow,”
Morgan said, following Embry’s line of sight. “Your man cleans up
well.”
“Yeah,
he does.”
The
dean prattled on, but Embry’s eyes remained locked on Luke’s. She
couldn’t look away. He was jaw-droppingly handsome, and he was all
hers. A jab to her ribs caused her to stop and glare at Morgan.
“Just
doing my job.” Morgan gave Embry a dazzlingly smile.
“What
job is that?”
“Bree-sitting.
It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to keep you from mounting him
in the middle of a school-sponsored event.”
~ Prologue and Ch 1 ~
PROLOGUE
This
can’t be happening. That
thought ran on a constant loop through her head as she sat in the
cold, uninviting classroom, the smell of antiseptic invading her
nostrils. A shiver crept up her spine, and she couldn’t tell if it
was from the temperature or her nerves. Maybe both. She sat on a hard
plastic chair, hands gripped in her lap, her foot tapping furiously
against the linoleum. The anticipation was killing her. She studied
the three people at the front of the room, their heads bent together
as they whispered amongst themselves.
Her
heart thumped in her chest, the dull thud echoing in her ears as she
sat silently, waiting. Her head swam, and she struggled to keep
herself afloat instead of drowning in the anxiety that threatened to
pull her under. She strained forward, hoping to catch even a small
piece of their hushed conversation, but all she could hear was the
shallow murmur of their voices. She wanted to get it over with. Like
a Band-Aid, it would hurt either way. Might as well make it quick.
She’d had to pick up the pieces of her broken life and move on once
before. But she couldn’t do it again, not after all of her hard
work. She wouldn’t accept it, she couldn’t.
How
did this happen? They’d
been careful. Hadn’t they been careful? She swallowed the lump in
her throat and tried in vain to think of something, anything else.
The
older gentleman on the end cleared his throat, pulling her from her
thoughts. “Miss Jacobs?”
She
looked up at the members of the university’s disciplinary
committee, taking them in one at a time. She straightened her back
and lifted her chin, hoping the outward display of confidence would
give her some semblance of the same feeling on the inside. That was
shot to hell as soon as she opened her mouth. “Y-yes, sir?” she
answered, her voice trembling.
“Do
you know why you’re here?” the other man asked, his eyes kind.
“No,
sir.” She shook her head, but she was pretty sure she had an idea.
“Let
me tell you,” the older man interjected, opening the folder in
front of him. He explained the purpose of the hearing and the
university’s policies regarding disciplinary sanctions.
She
sat back, rubbing her palms on her pants and trying to calm down. As
she listened to his words, she was hit with a rush of emotion so
strong it almost bowled her over. Good. Bad. Happy. Sad. Betrayal.
Rage. Shock. Relief. Relief?
She fought to keep focused on the seriousness of the situation before
her as a litany of memories assaulted her consciousness.
CHAPTER
ONE
Four
months earlier.
“Look
to your left … now look to your right. One of you won’t be here
at the end of the year.”
Those
same words were repeated year after year at law school orientations
around the country. Embry Jacobs fought to keep her composure as the
dean continued his sad attempt to scare her out of the next three
years at Whitman Law School. The old theater seats made her itch, and
her long, blond hair stuck to the back of her neck, making her antsy.
She
leaned over to whisper to her best friend, “Seriously? I thought
they stopped giving this speech years ago. Did the dean take this
straight from The Paper
Chase?”
Morgan
chuckled and elbowed Embry’s ribs. “Shhh, this is very important
stuff, Bree.”
Embry
had read the books and watched the movies. She knew all about the
scare tactics used on first-year law students. As cliché as the
dean’s speech was, a good number of the students in that auditorium
wouldn’t make it through the first semester, let alone all three
years.
Failing
out wasn’t an option for her. Embry had one chance, and she had to
make it count. All she’d ever wanted was to be a lawyer, and the
only thing standing in her way was the next three years of school.
Already in debt from her undergraduate degree, she was relying on a
scholarship to get her through law school. If she didn’t keep her
grades high enough to maintain the scholarship, she’d be forced to
take out more loans. At least once she graduated, she’d be able to
make enough money to pay them off. Embry was startled from her
thoughts by a hard poke to her arm.
“Bree,
you coming?”
Embry
looked up to see Morgan waiting for her. Morgan Maxwell had been her
best friend for as long as she could remember. She’d been through
everything with Embry, and even though they’d lived far apart for
the past five years, their friendship had never suffered. When Embry
left home after high school without any warning or explanation,
Morgan was the only person who knew why. The real
reason. Even though Embry’s leaving put a strain on Morgan’s
relationship with her own parents, she stuck by Embry’s side,
always supportive and never questioning. When they started applying
to law schools at the same time, Morgan convinced Embry to finally
come home so they could experience it together. Embry had never
believed they would be so lucky to get accepted to Whitman together,
so when she got her admission letter, she planned her move
immediately.
Morgan’s
voice broke through her thoughts again. “Earth to Embry! Did you
hear a word I just said?”
“What?
No, sorry,” she answered.
“Where
were you just now?” Morgan asked, tilting her head and shooting
Embry a curious glance.
“I
was just thinking about being back home,” she said, shrugging.
Morgan
bounced up and down. “Oh my God, I know! Can you believe we’re
really doing this? Morgan and Bree back together again! And in law
school!” She grabbed Embry’s arm and pulled her up out of the
seat. “Come on, I wanna catch the next campus tour.”
Embry
gave Morgan a big smile, trying to match her enthusiasm. “Okay,
okay, let’s go.”
The
girls exited the auditorium into the bright summer sun. Embry
rummaged around in her purse for her sunglasses, and her fingers
brushed the hard edge of an envelope. She dragged Morgan to a stop.
“Hey,
I totally forgot I have to run to student services.” She pulled the
envelope from her purse. “Something to do with my tuition. You okay
to do the tour yourself?”
Morgan
huffed sarcastically then gave Embry a bright smile. “I’ll be
fine. You know I make friends wherever I go!”
Embry
chuckled. “Okay, I’ll catch you later.”
She
made her way to the law school’s building and walked through the
rear door. She hadn’t been through that entrance yet and found
herself disoriented as she navigated the long, empty hallways. She
turned a corner and stopped to take in her surroundings. She realized
she had been walking in a circle about the same time something
crashed into her, spinning her around. Before she could get her
bearings, she felt a large, warm hand on her arm.
“Sorry
about that.”
Embry
looked up at the owner of the deep, raspy voice and into a pair of
the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He was beautiful—dark, perfectly
mussed hair, straight nose, square, chiseled jaw, full lips—and she
could have lost herself in those eyes for days. “I–um…”
Struck speechless by his good looks and the warmth of his touch, she
nodded and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Are
you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“Yeah.
Yes, I’m fine,” she forced out, nodding again. Stop
nodding, Embry!
“You
sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m
good, thanks.”
He
quirked his head to the side, studying her. His face twisted into
something just short of … pain? He looked perplexed and
frustrated. Embry watched him shake his head slightly, as if
trying to clear the emotions playing across his face. He slowly
dragged his thumb across her skin before he removed his hand from her
arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
“Sorry
again,” he said with a sheepish grin, and just like that he was
gone. He turned and walked away as though they hadn’t just collided
and had the most intense moment.
Their
entire exchange couldn’t have lasted more than a minute, but Embry
felt it in every fiber of her being. Shaken by her run-in with the
mysterious stranger, she retraced her steps until she found the
atrium. The large, open room was filled with sunlight streaming in
from the sky-lit ceiling. Tables and chairs, filled with new students
laughing and talking, were scattered around the big space. The walls
were covered with pictures of Supreme Court justices and esteemed
faculty members, and at the end was the student services office. She
made her way into the office, and as she waited for her advisor, she
couldn’t help but think about those bright blue eyes.
***
“I’m
sorry to take you away from your orientation activities,” her
student affairs advisor said as she flipped through a folder full of
papers.
Embry
sat with her hands in her lap, glancing around the office as she
waited.
“But
I’m glad you’re here. There was a problem regarding your tuition
that I wanted to resolve as soon as possible.”
Embry
had dealt with that multiple times in college. Loans and scholarships
were paid out late all the time. “Was my scholarship not disbursed
yet?”
The
woman paused her paper shuffling and glanced at Embry before shifting
her attention back to the pile. “No, no, your scholarship came
through,” she answered. “Ah, here it is.” She pulled a piece of
paper out of the pile and handed it to Embry. “It appears that
maybe you were misinformed about the amount that the scholarship
would cover.”
Embry
stared at the paper and felt as if the ground had been swept out from
beneath her. She was free-falling, and panic took over as she looked
at the amount of the scholarship. It was ten thousand dollars short
for the year.
“But,
I–” Embry tried and failed to get out the words. She looked down
again, hoping maybe she had read the numbers wrong. No, her
scholarship didn’t cover her full tuition. How could she have
missed that? She was positive that the award letter said her tuition
was completely covered. She handed the paper back to her advisor,
hands shaking. As she looked into the woman’s eyes, the pity she
saw made Embry feel that much worse.
“I
can see that this is a shock to you.” Her advisor reached for
another stack of papers and handed it to Embry. “I’ve compiled
the financial aid application, if you’re interested. I’m not sure
if they’ll be able to disburse funds in time to cover the remaining
tuition bill, but at least, if awarded, the aid check will reimburse
you.”
Embry
nodded numbly.
“The
good news is, for students who weren’t awarded full scholarships at
the outset, Whitman offers merit-based scholarships during the second
and third years to those who maintain academic excellence.” The
woman smiled, her voice rising an octave as if that would somehow
make it easier on Embry. “So just keep up those grades, and you
never know!”
Great.
No pressure. Embry knew she
would be sick if she didn’t get out of that office. Thanking her
advisor, she tucked the financial aid packet in her purse and hurried
out.
Embry
walked through the crowded atrium, her head spinning. She crunched
the numbers again and again but came up with the same answer. Ten
thousand dollars to
cover tuition for the year.
She had that in savings, plus a bit more, but that was supposed to go
to her rent. And what about money for groceries, bills? She would be
forced to shell out all of the money up front, and financial aid was
never a guarantee. She took her pity party to one of the empty tables
and sat down to look through the packet her advisor had given her.
A
large iced coffee was placed in front of her as Morgan sat down
beside her. “Looked like you could use this. I saw you pouting from
across the atrium.”
Pouting
was a mild term compared to the major meltdown going on in Embry’s
head. “Thanks, M.”
“That’s
what best friends are for. Now tell me what’s wrong.”
Embry
filled her in on the meeting with her advisor. She skated over the
finer details, like the fact that she wouldn’t have money for rent.
Morgan’s family owned Embry’s apartment, and the last thing she
wanted was their charity.
But
Morgan, being Morgan, picked up on it right away. “What aren’t
you telling me? You have money saved to cover the tuition, right?”
“I
have money saved...” Embry trailed off.
“But
it was for your rent,” Morgan said, putting the pieces together.
Embry
nodded, humiliated.
“Embry,
my parents don’t need the money. The only reason you’re paying
rent is because you insisted.”
“I
know, but I just don’t feel right doing it any other way.”
“What
about your parents? Can they help?”
The
thought had crossed Embry’s mind, but she’d dismissed it as
quickly as it came. “I can’t ask them. Not after leaving like I
did, with no explanation. I know they love me and I’m sure they’d
help if they could, but I just don’t feel right asking. I’ll look
around town to see if I can pick up a bartending job somewhere.
Besides”—she held up the papers—“there’s always financial
aid.”
“Stubborn,”
Morgan scolded.
“Spoiled,”
she shot back with a grin.
The
girls talked until it was time to head to their classes. They hadn’t
been able to talk their way into the same section, so they had
completely different schedules.
“Criminal
law?” Embry asked Morgan as they walked out of the atrium.
Morgan
nodded. “Professor Charles.”
“Gasp!
I heard he’s a nightmare. Good luck. I’ve got contracts with
Coleman.”
Morgan
shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she learned the art of torturing first
years from Charles himself.”
“Sounds
like we’re both in for some fun then!” Embry said with fake
enthusiasm. She turned down the hallway leading away from Morgan.
“Good
luuuuuck,” her friend called.
***
Embry
walked into the classroom and stood in the back, getting her
bearings. Rows of stadium seating lay before her, and she watched
students mill around. She wandered down the stairs and chose a seat
toward the middle of the classroom. As she pulled out her computer,
someone slid into the seat next to her.
“This
seat taken?”
Embry
looked up into a handsome face and a pair of chestnut-colored eyes.
They had nothing on the sexy guy from the hallway, but he definitely
wasn’t lacking in the looks department. What
has gotten into you, Embry?
It had been a while but not that long.
She hadn’t been in a relationship in five years, not since him, but
that hadn’t stopped her from having fun. Law school was different,
though. She didn’t want any distractions: no guys, no sex, no
drama. At the rate hot guys were popping up, though, she’d fail out
by the end of the week.
“Nope,
all yours,” she answered, busying herself with her computer.
“Cool,
thanks. I’m Jeremy.” He gave her a half wave.
“Embry.”
“So
what’s your story, Blondie?” he asked, reaching out to twirl a
piece of her golden hair between his fingers.
“What?”
Her head snapped up and she tugged her hair out of his grasp.
“You
know, your story. Where are you from, what did you go to school
for... the usual.”
She
pointed at herself. “Embry. Not Blondie.”
He
raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, sorry. I like nicknames.
You’re a little uptight, aren’t you?”
“What’s
that supposed to mean?” she asked, losing her cool.
“I
could help you loosen up a bit, you know.” He winked.
Winked!
The guy was hot—she had to admit that—but was he serious? “Are
you serious?”
“Only
if you say yes.”
She
had no words. She rolled her eyes and went back to her computer.
He
didn’t leave her alone for long. “I got your mind off your
first-day jitters though, didn’t I?”
All
she could do was stare at him. Who
is this guy?
“I
did, didn’t I?” He nudged her arm.
She
finally let her guard down and laughed. “Yes, yes, you did, okay?
Happy?”
“Not
until you go out with me.”
“Not
happening.”
“Really?”
“Really,”
she deadpanned.
“You
sure?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Positive.”
“Friends?”
he said.
She
glared at him.
He
tilted his head, widened his eyes, and pouted, giving her what she
was sure was his best puppy-dog face. “Come on, we got the sex out
of the way. Now we can keep it strictly platonic.”
Her
eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Sex? What sex? There will be
no sex!” A few curious gazes settled on Embry. She said that louder
than she meant to. She should have been aggravated, but for some
reason, Jeremy was making her laugh. And he was right; her first-day
jitters were history.
“It’s
out of the way. I hit on you, you friend-zoned me, so we’re all
good. It’s platonic now.”
“Okaaay,”
she said reluctantly.
“That
is, until you realize how ridiculously attractive I am and regret
your decision. I can’t promise I’ll wait for you, though.”
She
rolled her eyes again. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Believe
it, baby.”
“Embry,”
she stated, pointing toward her chest again.
“Embry-baby.”
“Just
Embry.”
“We’ll
work on it, Blondie.” He winked again.
He
was infuriating, but she couldn’t fight the smile tipping her lips.
“Friends,” she agreed. And that was that.
“So,
you hear anything about Professor Coleman?” he asked.
“Nothing
good.”
He
nodded as he tapped his pen on the desk. “You know, after that
Oscar-worthy performance by the dean, I’m starting to think this is
all just a big setup to make us go running for the hills.”
“Yeah,
I thought he was laying it on a bit thick,” she said, searching her
bag for her textbook.
“I’m
pretty sure it’s all a big act. It can’t be that bad,”
Jeremy said.
“Let’s
hope….” Embry’s sentence trailed off as the room went silent.
Students
craned their necks toward the door to catch a glimpse of the
professor. After the rumors she’d heard, Embry expected someone a
bit more intimidating. Instead, Professor Coleman was a petite woman,
about mid-forties, with librarian glasses, shoulder-length brown
hair, and a stylish skirt suit. She glided up to the podium, put down
a stack of papers, and headed to the whiteboard.
“I’m
Professor Coleman.” The dry erase marker squeaked across the board.
“I’ll be your contracts professor. This is my contact
information. My door is always open during office hours, so feel free
to stop in. We’re going to go over the syllabus and class
objectives today. Then I’ll tell you a bit about myself and send
you on your way, so you can all let out that breath you’ve been
holding.”
The
entire class breathed an audible sigh of relief as they realized
Professor Coleman was not going to torture them on their first day.
At
the end of class, Embry packed up and felt Jeremy’s eyes on her.
“So
really, where are you from? What did you study?” he asked.
“Oh.
Um, well, I’m from here. I did my undergrad at the University of
Florida. Studied political science. What about you?”
He
smiled as he gathered his things. “I’m from Rochester. My dad
owns a law firm back home and one in the city. I’m going into the
family business, so law school was the next logical step. I went to
Syracuse.”
Before
Embry could ask Jeremy about his father’s firm, Professor Coleman
gave a late announcement. “Oh, before I forget. I’m looking for a
research assistant for the year. If any of you are interested, come
and see me.”
Embry’s
ears perked up. The research assistant position would be the perfect
solution to her problem. She could make the money she needed and
still focus on law. All she had to do was impress the professor. “I’m
going to go check that out.”
Jeremy
raised an eyebrow. “Apply at your own risk. I hear she can be
pretty tough.”
“Thanks
for the warning.” She waved good-bye and made her way to the front
of the room.
***
Embry
walked out of the classroom in a far better mood than when she had
entered it. Professor Coleman seemed nice, and Embry had a good
feeling about her chances of getting the position. She was actually
excited for the semester to officially start. She fished her phone
out of her purse to text Morgan, and when she glanced up, she froze.
Walking
toward her was the sexy stranger. He was farther away, and she had
time to take in his beauty. He was tall, well over six feet, and wore
a tight gray V-neck shirt and faded jeans. His dark hair set off
those blue eyes, framed by long lashes. Gorgeous.
He was carrying a box, and it must have been heavy because his
muscles strained against his T-shirt and Embry couldn’t look away.
When she finally dragged her eyes from his biceps, she found his baby
blues searching hers. He held her gaze as he walked toward her,
causing her cheeks to flush under the intensity of his stare. As he
drew nearer, she noticed his lips twisting into an amused smirk.
“We
have to stop meeting like this,” he joked, stopping in front of
her.
She
was momentarily stunned but recovered quickly. “If I didn’t know
better, I’d think you were following me.”
“Maybe
I am,” he said, and then he smiled. Not a polite smile shared with
a stranger, but a real smile. A gorgeous smile. An all-out,
eyes-crinkling, dimples-popping, panty-dropping smile.
Something
stirred inside of Embry. Her knees loosened, heat crept up her neck,
and a swarm of butterflies took up residence in her stomach. Before
she had time to acknowledge her reaction, he turned and walked away
again. Sauntered, really. As she studied his backside, she realized
she was in big trouble.
~ Author Bio ~
R.E.
Hunter is a native New Yorker and lives on Long Island with her
husband and their monster kitty. She works as an attorney by day and
writes whenever she can. As an avid reader and writer, she's excited
to be on this crazy journey publishing her debut novel, Undone, this
November. When she’s not writing, you can usually find her
somewhere near a beach. She loves traveling, road trips, concerts,
photography and good wine.
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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: The Problem With Crazy by Lauren K. McKellar
Title: The Problem With Crazy
Author: Lauren K McKellar
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Berto Designs
Release Date: February 13, 2014
Author: Lauren K McKellar
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Berto Designs
Release Date: February 13, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
The problem with crazy is that crazy, by itself, has no context. It can be good crazy, bad crazy . . . or crazy crazy—like it was when my ex-boyfriend sung about me on the radio.
Eighteen-year-old Kate couldn’t be more excited about finishing high school and spending the summer on tour with her boyfriend’s band. Her dad showing up drunk at graduation, however, is not exactly kicking things off on the right foot—and that’s before she finds out about his mystery illness, certain to end in death.
A mystery illness she is likely to inherit.
When your whole life goes from adventure and ecstasy to sad and suicidal, what’s the point? Not knowing who to love, and who to trust . . . where does it end?
The Problem With Crazy is a story about love and life; about overcoming obstacles, choosing to trust, and learning how to make the choices that will change your life forever.
*A portion of sales from this book will be donated to a Huntington’s disease-related charity (details TBC)
Eighteen-year-old Kate couldn’t be more excited about finishing high school and spending the summer on tour with her boyfriend’s band. Her dad showing up drunk at graduation, however, is not exactly kicking things off on the right foot—and that’s before she finds out about his mystery illness, certain to end in death.
A mystery illness she is likely to inherit.
When your whole life goes from adventure and ecstasy to sad and suicidal, what’s the point? Not knowing who to love, and who to trust . . . where does it end?
The Problem With Crazy is a story about love and life; about overcoming obstacles, choosing to trust, and learning how to make the choices that will change your life forever.
*A portion of sales from this book will be donated to a Huntington’s disease-related charity (details TBC)
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~ Excerpt ~
We rolled onto our sides and Dave’s hands worked their way down the edges of my top and lifted it up. They explored my stomach, tickling their way over my ribs, until they reached my chest, kneading through my bra and cupping them with warmth.
Dave’s earlier boob autographing flashed through my mind. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the present.
“Oh, Kate,” Dave groaned in my ear. His hands were trying to get inside my bra now, one fiddling with the clasp, the other trying to access from underneath.
What exactly had he written on her chest, anyway? Do you address the autograph ‘Dear Tits’, or use the girl’s name?
And if I was really happy in our relationship, really ready to have sex with him, why was I thinking about this now?
Dave’s earlier boob autographing flashed through my mind. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the present.
“Oh, Kate,” Dave groaned in my ear. His hands were trying to get inside my bra now, one fiddling with the clasp, the other trying to access from underneath.
What exactly had he written on her chest, anyway? Do you address the autograph ‘Dear Tits’, or use the girl’s name?
And if I was really happy in our relationship, really ready to have sex with him, why was I thinking about this now?
~ Author Bio ~
Lauren K. McKellar is a writer and editor of fact and fiction. She has worked in publishing for more than eight years, and recently returned to her first love: writing books that make you feel.
Lauren loves to write for the Young and New Adult markets, and blogs with Aussie Owned and Read, as well as vlogging with the YA Rebels.
In her free time, Lauren enjoys long walks on the beach with her two super-cute dogs and her partner-in-crime/fiancé.
Lauren loves to write for the Young and New Adult markets, and blogs with Aussie Owned and Read, as well as vlogging with the YA Rebels.
In her free time, Lauren enjoys long walks on the beach with her two super-cute dogs and her partner-in-crime/fiancé.
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Release Day Blitz and Giveaway: Silent No More by N.E. Henderson
Title: Silent No More (Silent #1)
Author: N. E. Henderson
Release Date: December 3, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Silent series
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
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~ Synopsis ~
Shannon Taylor thinks she has the picture perfect life.
Engaged to marry her college boyfriend and a best friend who’s more like a sister, life is almost perfect. That is until her world is tilted by two of the most important people in her life.
A chance encounter leads Shannon down a path that will force her to confront a past she has meticulously ignored for ten years.
Nicholas Lockhart, renowned bachelor, has a reputation for his cold eyes and icy heart. Meeting a woman who can turn his world upside down is not in the cards; that is until Shannon.
When Shannon's world crashes, she wonders if it's possible to crack Nick's icy heart. A web of lies and twisted truths soon leaves both bare and vulnerable.
Silence no longer offers her protection or safety.
Will remaining silent cost Shannon the real love she's finally found? Or will she stay silent no more?
~ Prologue ~
“What the fuck does the bastard want now?” I huff out, glaring
down at the name displayed on my cell phone. If I never have to speak
to him again, it’ll be too soon. Jerking my right hand off the
steering wheel, I reach over, turning the volume down on the stereo
that’s blasting Avenged Sevenfold’s "Nightmare"
through the speakers.
My Father.
The person I hate most in the world. If God existed, the motherfucker’s life would have ended by now. But that hasn’t happened, and I don’t see it happening any time soon. I’m the type of guy that prays for his dad to get a brain-fucking hemorrhage that will take him straight to Hell, where he belongs.
“Yeah?” I greet the fuck as I turn into the underground parking garage at Lockhart Publishing in my silver Audi R8.
Way to ruin my day, Dad!
“Nicholas, is that any way to answer your phone? You’re the CEO of a company for Christ’s sake. The least you could do is act like a professional.” Two companies to be exact, but what the Hell does being a CEO have to do with professionalism when the person on the other end of the line is the sorry excuse I get to call father? The man should know by now, I’m going to do and act any damn way I want. I’ve never been the “do as you’re told” type, so why start now?
“I wasn’t aware this was a professional call.” My tone is sarcastic, but I don’t give a shit. The dick-fuck knows I hate him. Nothing is ever going to change that. We will never drink a beer together. We will never have a strong father/son bond. Hell, the only bond we do have is blood. The simple fact that his blood runs through my veins and that it will forever link us disturbs me.
“Son, let’s not argue today. I called for a specific reason, so I won’t keep you any longer than necessary.” I can tell by his clipped tone he doesn’t want to be on the phone with me any more than I do with him.
“Fine, then please tell me what you want so I can get back to work.” I breathe out in annoyance.
My father was a well-known Defense Attorney in LA when I was growing up. He made a living getting criminals out of jail for many years and now he’s a prominent judge. There is some real fucked-up irony in that. The man should be locked up for the shit he has done to my mother over the years. Why the woman stays married to him is beyond me. It’s not like she needs his money. In fact, my father has benefited from her inheritance more than she has.
Rotten bastard.
“As you know, Thursday is Thanksgiving, and your mother would like you and your sister present for lunch.” He knows I’ll do anything for my mom. I think I proved that to him a long time ago. “Do you think you can do this for her?” he adds. He knows I’m going to say yes.
“What time?” I ask on a sigh as I open my car door, stepping out into the dark, musky air under my building. To my annoyance, I slam the door harder than I intend. Fuck! Why do I let this man get under my skin so easily? Just the sound of his voice tends to set me off.
“Noon,” he responds. A few hours in the company of my father is sure to piss me right the fuck off along with adding additional renovations to my house for my handyman to fix. Not that I can’t fix the damage I create myself, but why go through all that trouble when I can hire someone to do it for me? I’m sure the guy already thinks I’m a raging alcoholic who comes home and punches holes in walls for fun. I’m not, of course, or at least I’m not yet. If he knew all the damage was the result of my frustration with my father, he would understand.
Yeah, so I have anger issues.
“Okay, but if you want Nikki there, then perhaps you should call your daughter yourself.” I make my way to the elevator pressing the “up” button. As I wait, I check the time on my Rolex. It’s 1:14pm. I have plenty of time before my meeting with Teresa. Why I ever made that woman Vice President of my company, I’m still not sure. She’s great at business and a brilliant editor, but damn, I wish she would stop trying to get into my pants every time we are alone. Now that she’s my VP, I see her more often than I like. It’s not like she isn’t attractive, because she is, with blonde hair, big tits, and a tiny waist, but I don’t sleep with people who work for me. And well…she annoys the fuck out of me, plus she is too bitchy. It’s a big fucking turn off!
The sound of my father’s voice brings me back to our conversation. I really need to wrap this up. The longer I speak to him, the longer I’ll be at Knocked Out tonight, kicking the shit out of my best friend’s ass.
Jase is one of the few people who knows about my relationship with my father and why I hate the man. He and I share a common hatred for our fathers. Everyone that works for my father thinks he’s an outstanding judge and wonderful family man.
What a crock of shit!
“Nicolette is being her usual immature and childish self. It would be easier for all of us if you ask her to come. She listens to you, Nicholas.” He sounds annoyed with his last statement and I silently laugh. My sister isn’t immature or childish. She would just rather ignore his calls than deal with the man. She hates the heartless bastard as much as I do.
Any man, who lays a hand on a woman with the sole intension of hurting her isn’t much of a man at all in my book. That’s the kind of fucked-up shit my father loves to do to women. We watched him physically and mentally abuse our mother for years. The day I turned twenty-one, I made sure my father never laid a hand on my mother again. That’s not to say he’s stopped hurting women because he hasn’t. Now, he has a mistress to abuse. He doesn’t know I know about her, but I do. Surely my mother has to know too.
As the elevator door opens, Matt, my senior editor and good friend, is exiting. I pin him with my signature icy stare. I can tell by the look that crosses his face he knows I’m in one of my moods, so he wisely says nothing and passes me quickly. These moods only happen when I have to communicate with the man on the other end of my phone.
“Nicholas,” he stresses, "just call your sister for me. I don’t have time for Nicolette right now. I’m walking into court as we speak.” He has never had time for Nikki or me for that matter. Not that I care. I stopped caring about my father before I learned to write my own God damn name.
“Sure, Dad!” I force out through clenched teeth. “I’ll handle it. We’ll be there on Thursday at noon. Is there anything else? I have a meeting to get to.” I’m not totally lying. I do have a meeting to attend, but it’s not for another hour.
“No, there isn’t. I’ll see you then.” He ends the call, not bothering to say goodbye. This is nothing unusual. He thinks everyone around him is there is serve him.
I enter the elevator and I press number eleven. As I ride up, I send Nikki a quick text letting her know the plans for Thanksgiving. This is sure to brighten her day as much as it has mine. My sister is the female version of myself. But perhaps Nikki controls her anger a little more than I do.
As I move my hand to store my phone in the breast pocket of my jacket, I hear the alert telling me I have a text message. I look down; it’s my sister’s reply.
FUCK!
The corners of my mouth turn up as I shove the phone back inside my jacket just as the elevator reaches my destination. My smile fades; I’m not looking forward to the rest of my day. Dealing with Teresa is one thing, but after dealing with Judge James ‘Asshole’ Lewis, I’m sure I’ll take out my anger on her at some point today.
As I exit the elevator, something, or rather someone, catches my eye. She is standing at my receptionist, Rachel’s desk, with her back facing me. The legs catch my attention first. They are toned and her skin is fair. Her body turns a fraction as my eyes travel up, seeing a side profile. She is slender, but not at all skinny. My eyes continue its path up her body.
Fuck me, Sunday!
My eyes land on her hair. It’s a stunning shade of red. Darker than strawberry-blonde, but lighter than auburn. It’s shiny and bright; unique and exotic like a rare pet. Damn, did I just compare a woman to a pet? That’s a new one even for you, Lockhart.
I can’t see the color of her eyes from where I’m standing, but that mouth…those pink fucking lips are made for sucking cock. I allow my eyes to drop. She’s wearing a navy dress and it’s a little on the short side to be considered business attire, but it looks good on her body.
Fuck!
Get a hold of yourself, Lockhart. You’re at work, man.
My eyes glide back up her body, back up to those fucking beautiful drapes that fall down her back. She looks like an angel…an angel I’d like to tie down and fuck.
But God damn, that hair is making my dick hard!
My Father.
The person I hate most in the world. If God existed, the motherfucker’s life would have ended by now. But that hasn’t happened, and I don’t see it happening any time soon. I’m the type of guy that prays for his dad to get a brain-fucking hemorrhage that will take him straight to Hell, where he belongs.
“Yeah?” I greet the fuck as I turn into the underground parking garage at Lockhart Publishing in my silver Audi R8.
Way to ruin my day, Dad!
“Nicholas, is that any way to answer your phone? You’re the CEO of a company for Christ’s sake. The least you could do is act like a professional.” Two companies to be exact, but what the Hell does being a CEO have to do with professionalism when the person on the other end of the line is the sorry excuse I get to call father? The man should know by now, I’m going to do and act any damn way I want. I’ve never been the “do as you’re told” type, so why start now?
“I wasn’t aware this was a professional call.” My tone is sarcastic, but I don’t give a shit. The dick-fuck knows I hate him. Nothing is ever going to change that. We will never drink a beer together. We will never have a strong father/son bond. Hell, the only bond we do have is blood. The simple fact that his blood runs through my veins and that it will forever link us disturbs me.
“Son, let’s not argue today. I called for a specific reason, so I won’t keep you any longer than necessary.” I can tell by his clipped tone he doesn’t want to be on the phone with me any more than I do with him.
“Fine, then please tell me what you want so I can get back to work.” I breathe out in annoyance.
My father was a well-known Defense Attorney in LA when I was growing up. He made a living getting criminals out of jail for many years and now he’s a prominent judge. There is some real fucked-up irony in that. The man should be locked up for the shit he has done to my mother over the years. Why the woman stays married to him is beyond me. It’s not like she needs his money. In fact, my father has benefited from her inheritance more than she has.
Rotten bastard.
“As you know, Thursday is Thanksgiving, and your mother would like you and your sister present for lunch.” He knows I’ll do anything for my mom. I think I proved that to him a long time ago. “Do you think you can do this for her?” he adds. He knows I’m going to say yes.
“What time?” I ask on a sigh as I open my car door, stepping out into the dark, musky air under my building. To my annoyance, I slam the door harder than I intend. Fuck! Why do I let this man get under my skin so easily? Just the sound of his voice tends to set me off.
“Noon,” he responds. A few hours in the company of my father is sure to piss me right the fuck off along with adding additional renovations to my house for my handyman to fix. Not that I can’t fix the damage I create myself, but why go through all that trouble when I can hire someone to do it for me? I’m sure the guy already thinks I’m a raging alcoholic who comes home and punches holes in walls for fun. I’m not, of course, or at least I’m not yet. If he knew all the damage was the result of my frustration with my father, he would understand.
Yeah, so I have anger issues.
“Okay, but if you want Nikki there, then perhaps you should call your daughter yourself.” I make my way to the elevator pressing the “up” button. As I wait, I check the time on my Rolex. It’s 1:14pm. I have plenty of time before my meeting with Teresa. Why I ever made that woman Vice President of my company, I’m still not sure. She’s great at business and a brilliant editor, but damn, I wish she would stop trying to get into my pants every time we are alone. Now that she’s my VP, I see her more often than I like. It’s not like she isn’t attractive, because she is, with blonde hair, big tits, and a tiny waist, but I don’t sleep with people who work for me. And well…she annoys the fuck out of me, plus she is too bitchy. It’s a big fucking turn off!
The sound of my father’s voice brings me back to our conversation. I really need to wrap this up. The longer I speak to him, the longer I’ll be at Knocked Out tonight, kicking the shit out of my best friend’s ass.
Jase is one of the few people who knows about my relationship with my father and why I hate the man. He and I share a common hatred for our fathers. Everyone that works for my father thinks he’s an outstanding judge and wonderful family man.
What a crock of shit!
“Nicolette is being her usual immature and childish self. It would be easier for all of us if you ask her to come. She listens to you, Nicholas.” He sounds annoyed with his last statement and I silently laugh. My sister isn’t immature or childish. She would just rather ignore his calls than deal with the man. She hates the heartless bastard as much as I do.
Any man, who lays a hand on a woman with the sole intension of hurting her isn’t much of a man at all in my book. That’s the kind of fucked-up shit my father loves to do to women. We watched him physically and mentally abuse our mother for years. The day I turned twenty-one, I made sure my father never laid a hand on my mother again. That’s not to say he’s stopped hurting women because he hasn’t. Now, he has a mistress to abuse. He doesn’t know I know about her, but I do. Surely my mother has to know too.
As the elevator door opens, Matt, my senior editor and good friend, is exiting. I pin him with my signature icy stare. I can tell by the look that crosses his face he knows I’m in one of my moods, so he wisely says nothing and passes me quickly. These moods only happen when I have to communicate with the man on the other end of my phone.
“Nicholas,” he stresses, "just call your sister for me. I don’t have time for Nicolette right now. I’m walking into court as we speak.” He has never had time for Nikki or me for that matter. Not that I care. I stopped caring about my father before I learned to write my own God damn name.
“Sure, Dad!” I force out through clenched teeth. “I’ll handle it. We’ll be there on Thursday at noon. Is there anything else? I have a meeting to get to.” I’m not totally lying. I do have a meeting to attend, but it’s not for another hour.
“No, there isn’t. I’ll see you then.” He ends the call, not bothering to say goodbye. This is nothing unusual. He thinks everyone around him is there is serve him.
I enter the elevator and I press number eleven. As I ride up, I send Nikki a quick text letting her know the plans for Thanksgiving. This is sure to brighten her day as much as it has mine. My sister is the female version of myself. But perhaps Nikki controls her anger a little more than I do.
As I move my hand to store my phone in the breast pocket of my jacket, I hear the alert telling me I have a text message. I look down; it’s my sister’s reply.
FUCK!
The corners of my mouth turn up as I shove the phone back inside my jacket just as the elevator reaches my destination. My smile fades; I’m not looking forward to the rest of my day. Dealing with Teresa is one thing, but after dealing with Judge James ‘Asshole’ Lewis, I’m sure I’ll take out my anger on her at some point today.
As I exit the elevator, something, or rather someone, catches my eye. She is standing at my receptionist, Rachel’s desk, with her back facing me. The legs catch my attention first. They are toned and her skin is fair. Her body turns a fraction as my eyes travel up, seeing a side profile. She is slender, but not at all skinny. My eyes continue its path up her body.
Fuck me, Sunday!
My eyes land on her hair. It’s a stunning shade of red. Darker than strawberry-blonde, but lighter than auburn. It’s shiny and bright; unique and exotic like a rare pet. Damn, did I just compare a woman to a pet? That’s a new one even for you, Lockhart.
I can’t see the color of her eyes from where I’m standing, but that mouth…those pink fucking lips are made for sucking cock. I allow my eyes to drop. She’s wearing a navy dress and it’s a little on the short side to be considered business attire, but it looks good on her body.
Fuck!
Get a hold of yourself, Lockhart. You’re at work, man.
My eyes glide back up her body, back up to those fucking beautiful drapes that fall down her back. She looks like an angel…an angel I’d like to tie down and fuck.
But God damn, that hair is making my dick hard!
~ About the Author ~
I write because I love it and because I have to get all these damn charaters out of my head that just pop up out of the blue.
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