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New: Cherished By You, #4 Enflamed Series!
Cherished By You is finally here! Yes, the final installment of the Enflamed Series is done and you can get it right here: http://smarturl.it/cherishedbyyou
Here's a short description: Going off to Japan with her hot and sexy lover Kaito was the last thing Chloe thought she would do, but when she arrives, it’s all she ever dreamed of. Living with Kaito in his luxurious home is something she won’t pass on, but when she discovers he has more secrets up his sleeve, things get pretty exciting … Can she stay with him?
I'll be publishing the boxed set soon too, so you can get all the stories bundled into one ;)
Here's a little hot excerpt for you:
The boys sat down somewhere in the back, lounging with a book or a laptop. Kaito sat down across from me. In his hands he held two glasses of sparkling alcohol. He was wearing a black business suit that almost made him look like a corporate CEO rather than a hot rock star. He was still very sexy though. The suit made him look confident and in charge. Just what I liked about a man.
“Care for a drink?” he asked and held out one of the glasses.
“Thanks,” I said and I took it.
“Champagne. To celebrate a new beginning. To celebrate you and me, together.” His bold smile, bright white teeth showing, made heat pool in my belly.
We raised our glasses and toasted.
“So, are you excited?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course! I can’t wait to see what Tokyo looks like.”
“Hmm, I can already imagine us walking together down the streets,” he said while closing his eyes.
“Have to do some shopping though, otherwise I’ll run out of clothes fast,” I said.
He opened his eyes again. “What? No, that’s not necessary. I’ve made some arrangements that … will probably fit your needs.” He squinted and pursed his lips, then rubbed them with his fingers.
“What do you mean? Arrangements?”
A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“What are you not telling me?” I stood up and placed my hands on my waist.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
I sat down on his lap and put my arms around his neck. “Oh, come on, tell me.”
He rolled his eyes, sighed and laughed. “Alright. If you insist. I had my assistants organize about fifteen sets of clothing for you to wear, which will be enough for about a month. We’ll see what happens after that.”
“What?” I gaped at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, it is not what you wish? I can let them gather more if you like. Tell me which brand you prefer and I will have them get it for you.”
“No, no, I mean, it’s perfect!” I hugged him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. “Thank you. I’m just baffled by all the things you can do. This is just one of them. It makes me feel like I’ve so much more to see and experience.”
He was fiddling with a flower from a bunch in a vase that was on the table next to him, but then he took one out, snapped off the large part of the stalk and tucked the remaining flower behind my ear.
“And you will. I’ll make sure of that. I’ll give you anything you desire. You’re worth it all.”
I could only smile cheesy hearing that, but it was so sweet that I just had to kiss him. I took his face between my hands and kissed him. Kaito put one of his hands on my leg and one on my back, supporting me as I sat on top of him. Our lips were locked, a smoldering flame of desire burning on the inside. I wanted to get close to him, even closer than a kiss could get me.
I sucked on his bottom lip and felt my body gravitate toward his. He eagerly took me, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth to lick my lips. Our kiss grew more intense. His calloused fingers strayed across my back, slipping down toward my butt. His other hand slowly slithered up my leg, creating wrinkles in my short skirt as it moved up. I felt a bump rising where I sat.
He pulled his lips off mine and retreated, clearing his throat.
“I have to get to work, Chloe,” he said. He put his hands on my sides and nudged me to stand up again.
“What? Why now?”
He sighed and patted his pants to hide his partial hard-on. “I’m sorry, Chloe, but I have a busy schedule and I need to get some things done.”
Kaito leaned forward and pecked me gently on my left cheek, before skidding off through the isle. He went through a door in the back of the plane and closed it behind him, leaving me breathless.
My whole body was tensed up. He was being so sweet to me, holding my hand, giving me clothes, putting a flower in my hair. I just wanted to smother him with kisses and more. I wanted to be with him, be one with him, take him. I needed it.
And now he was working?
No, that ain’t happening.
I put my glass down on the table and made my way to the back of the airplane. The boys all glanced at me when I walked passed them and knocked on the door before opening it without waiting for approval. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
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Here's a short description: Going off to Japan with her hot and sexy lover Kaito was the last thing Chloe thought she would do, but when she arrives, it’s all she ever dreamed of. Living with Kaito in his luxurious home is something she won’t pass on, but when she discovers he has more secrets up his sleeve, things get pretty exciting … Can she stay with him?
I'll be publishing the boxed set soon too, so you can get all the stories bundled into one ;)
Here's a little hot excerpt for you:
The boys sat down somewhere in the back, lounging with a book or a laptop. Kaito sat down across from me. In his hands he held two glasses of sparkling alcohol. He was wearing a black business suit that almost made him look like a corporate CEO rather than a hot rock star. He was still very sexy though. The suit made him look confident and in charge. Just what I liked about a man.
“Care for a drink?” he asked and held out one of the glasses.
“Thanks,” I said and I took it.
“Champagne. To celebrate a new beginning. To celebrate you and me, together.” His bold smile, bright white teeth showing, made heat pool in my belly.
We raised our glasses and toasted.
“So, are you excited?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course! I can’t wait to see what Tokyo looks like.”
“Hmm, I can already imagine us walking together down the streets,” he said while closing his eyes.
“Have to do some shopping though, otherwise I’ll run out of clothes fast,” I said.
He opened his eyes again. “What? No, that’s not necessary. I’ve made some arrangements that … will probably fit your needs.” He squinted and pursed his lips, then rubbed them with his fingers.
“What do you mean? Arrangements?”
A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“What are you not telling me?” I stood up and placed my hands on my waist.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
I sat down on his lap and put my arms around his neck. “Oh, come on, tell me.”
He rolled his eyes, sighed and laughed. “Alright. If you insist. I had my assistants organize about fifteen sets of clothing for you to wear, which will be enough for about a month. We’ll see what happens after that.”
“What?” I gaped at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, it is not what you wish? I can let them gather more if you like. Tell me which brand you prefer and I will have them get it for you.”
“No, no, I mean, it’s perfect!” I hugged him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. “Thank you. I’m just baffled by all the things you can do. This is just one of them. It makes me feel like I’ve so much more to see and experience.”
He was fiddling with a flower from a bunch in a vase that was on the table next to him, but then he took one out, snapped off the large part of the stalk and tucked the remaining flower behind my ear.
“And you will. I’ll make sure of that. I’ll give you anything you desire. You’re worth it all.”
I could only smile cheesy hearing that, but it was so sweet that I just had to kiss him. I took his face between my hands and kissed him. Kaito put one of his hands on my leg and one on my back, supporting me as I sat on top of him. Our lips were locked, a smoldering flame of desire burning on the inside. I wanted to get close to him, even closer than a kiss could get me.
I sucked on his bottom lip and felt my body gravitate toward his. He eagerly took me, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth to lick my lips. Our kiss grew more intense. His calloused fingers strayed across my back, slipping down toward my butt. His other hand slowly slithered up my leg, creating wrinkles in my short skirt as it moved up. I felt a bump rising where I sat.
He pulled his lips off mine and retreated, clearing his throat.
“I have to get to work, Chloe,” he said. He put his hands on my sides and nudged me to stand up again.
“What? Why now?”
He sighed and patted his pants to hide his partial hard-on. “I’m sorry, Chloe, but I have a busy schedule and I need to get some things done.”
Kaito leaned forward and pecked me gently on my left cheek, before skidding off through the isle. He went through a door in the back of the plane and closed it behind him, leaving me breathless.
My whole body was tensed up. He was being so sweet to me, holding my hand, giving me clothes, putting a flower in my hair. I just wanted to smother him with kisses and more. I wanted to be with him, be one with him, take him. I needed it.
And now he was working?
No, that ain’t happening.
I put my glass down on the table and made my way to the back of the airplane. The boys all glanced at me when I walked passed them and knocked on the door before opening it without waiting for approval. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
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New Series! The Billionaire's Bet
Exciting news everyone: I'm writing a new series! It's a BDSM erotica called The Billionaire's Bet. I've just published the first in the series, A Seductive Deal, and it's got an alpha/dominant male who always gets what he wants!
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We both laughed and I drank up my tequila, feeling tipsier by the second. I didn’t really care about it though. I was having a good time with Dominic and talking to him was better than sitting alone in my bedroom behind a laptop all night.
“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Dominic Fury, but it’s time to head back and get my creative juices flowing.”
I got off my stool, but my legs were wobbly and I was very dizzy, so I almost fell over. Dominic jumped off and caught me. Now I could really feel those strong arms around my waist and it was sending heat strokes through my body.
“Wow, be careful there,” he said. “Maybe that was a little too much tequila.”
“Thanks, but I’ll manage.”
He took my arm and placed it around his neck. “No worries, let me help you. I’ll get you to your room.”
We moved forward through the lobby with guests staring at us like we were goofing off. “Hey, are you flirting with me?” I muttered, only half aware of what I was saying.
“Flirting? No, I would never,” he said, and he winked, making me chortle.
“You’re naughty, you know that? Wanting to go to a girl’s room the second you meet her.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’ve seen plenty of rooms in my life time, don’t worry about that.”
We stumbled into the elevator and Dominic managed to press the correct button. I hung on his neck, almost unable to keep standing up. I was so tired and … well, my brain started to go into inactive mode.
“What’s your room number?” he asked.
I think I managed to say it, but I’m not sure if it was the right one.
“Okay, here we are,” he said. So little time had passed between him asking and finding the door, though I imagined it must’ve been a lot longer than my brain told me. He had to haul me all the way here.
I took out my keys, but was fumbling so much, Dominic snatched them from me and opened the door himself. He helped me get inside and put me down on the bed.
“Well, goodnight, July,” he said. “It was wonderful to meet you too.”
I flopped down on my back, facing the ceiling and made snow-angels on the bed, without any snow. I cracked myself up.
I heard him sigh and then I felt his warm fingers on my feet.
“Oh, what are you doing, Dominic? Are you undressing me? You’re such a tease,” I said.
“No, I’m taking off your shoes, so you can get into your bed.”
He was speaking the truth. My feet suddenly felt cold and his hands had released them again.
I got back up from the bed and wriggled my way to the end where he was standing. He was towering above me, his buff features appetizing and hard to resist, especially now that I wanted to be loved and could care less who it was.
He turned around, but I grabbed his hand. “Don’t go yet.” I pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his stubbly, muscular neck. I laced my arms around his neck, but he tried to unhook them again. I was clinging on to him, while he was trying to leave.
“You’re not exactly sober, Julie. I can’t do that.”
I lowered the straps of my bra so my boobs became more exposed and fiddled with his tie. “Oh, come on. It’s just a little bit of fun.” I kissed him on his shoulder and sternum, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He swallowed; I saw his Adam’s apple move up and down. I felt his pants tent against my groin and it only made me hungry for more.
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We both laughed and I drank up my tequila, feeling tipsier by the second. I didn’t really care about it though. I was having a good time with Dominic and talking to him was better than sitting alone in my bedroom behind a laptop all night.
“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Dominic Fury, but it’s time to head back and get my creative juices flowing.”
I got off my stool, but my legs were wobbly and I was very dizzy, so I almost fell over. Dominic jumped off and caught me. Now I could really feel those strong arms around my waist and it was sending heat strokes through my body.
“Wow, be careful there,” he said. “Maybe that was a little too much tequila.”
“Thanks, but I’ll manage.”
He took my arm and placed it around his neck. “No worries, let me help you. I’ll get you to your room.”
We moved forward through the lobby with guests staring at us like we were goofing off. “Hey, are you flirting with me?” I muttered, only half aware of what I was saying.
“Flirting? No, I would never,” he said, and he winked, making me chortle.
“You’re naughty, you know that? Wanting to go to a girl’s room the second you meet her.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’ve seen plenty of rooms in my life time, don’t worry about that.”
We stumbled into the elevator and Dominic managed to press the correct button. I hung on his neck, almost unable to keep standing up. I was so tired and … well, my brain started to go into inactive mode.
“What’s your room number?” he asked.
I think I managed to say it, but I’m not sure if it was the right one.
“Okay, here we are,” he said. So little time had passed between him asking and finding the door, though I imagined it must’ve been a lot longer than my brain told me. He had to haul me all the way here.
I took out my keys, but was fumbling so much, Dominic snatched them from me and opened the door himself. He helped me get inside and put me down on the bed.
“Well, goodnight, July,” he said. “It was wonderful to meet you too.”
I flopped down on my back, facing the ceiling and made snow-angels on the bed, without any snow. I cracked myself up.
I heard him sigh and then I felt his warm fingers on my feet.
“Oh, what are you doing, Dominic? Are you undressing me? You’re such a tease,” I said.
“No, I’m taking off your shoes, so you can get into your bed.”
He was speaking the truth. My feet suddenly felt cold and his hands had released them again.
I got back up from the bed and wriggled my way to the end where he was standing. He was towering above me, his buff features appetizing and hard to resist, especially now that I wanted to be loved and could care less who it was.
He turned around, but I grabbed his hand. “Don’t go yet.” I pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his stubbly, muscular neck. I laced my arms around his neck, but he tried to unhook them again. I was clinging on to him, while he was trying to leave.
“You’re not exactly sober, Julie. I can’t do that.”
I lowered the straps of my bra so my boobs became more exposed and fiddled with his tie. “Oh, come on. It’s just a little bit of fun.” I kissed him on his shoulder and sternum, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He swallowed; I saw his Adam’s apple move up and down. I felt his pants tent against my groin and it only made me hungry for more.
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NEW! Blissful Volume 1
Yes, that's right, Blissful Volume 1 is available for download! This sweet romance is sure to set your heart on fire :)
What others have to say:
"Loved Maddy she was such a cutie ... can't wait to see how this story develops." ~ Maria T. - Goodreads
Blurb:
Unlucky is my middle name. My life as a singer-songwriter in a band I started with my best friend isn’t getting anywhere. I’m curvy and being thin is apparently important for a musical career. When my high school sweetheart and I get married, I find him kissing my best friend. Of course I didn’t put up with it.
Broken and depressed, I run away from everything I know, but even my car breaks down. Like I said … luck is not on my side.
Until I meet Jack …
Maintaining a ranch isn’t easy. I’ve got more work than time. Spare time is a luxury I can’t afford and won’t give into. When I spend one moment alone with my thoughts, I’m done for. Alcohol becomes my friend, because I can’t bear to feel the misery inside my heart.
I hate who I’ve become. Sorrow eats me up, but I won’t let anyone see. I need to keep on living, keep on fighting, and do everything on my own. For her, my little angel. She’s all I have left.
Until I meet Amy …
Lost in misery, love is our salvation
Excerpt (Jack's POV):
Her phone buzzes, and she stops working to check it. She’s leaning against the open door of the stables, probably reading a text message. Her gloomy face worries me.
She sniffs, and her body starts shaking. Oh shit. This doesn’t look good. She squints, her lips quivering and moving down. Oh, please, no. Don’t start crying, please, don’t cry.
Her eyes are getting watery, and before I know it she runs out the stable.
“Amy!” I holler, but she doesn’t stop.
I go after her. I need to know what’s bothering her so much that she’s crying all the time. I can’t let someone around me be so sad. It hurts me, too.
She’s clenching a fence somewhere up ahead, her blonde hair whisking in the wind. She looks stunning. The breeze makes her whimpers almost inaudible. Almost. My heart aches just from hearing it. I don’t want to see her sad.
I walk toward her, but find her cell phone a few feet away from her. I pick it up and hesitate, but I can’t stop myself from glancing shortly.
‘I’m sorry, Amy. I shouldn’t have kissed her. Please, tell me this isn’t the end. XOXO, Ronnie.’
So she has a boyfriend. Or had? I don’t know. Shit. I shouldn’t have looked at this. Fuck, what am I doing? Amy’s crying, and now I know why. I should get over there and comfort her.
I don’t wait another second and walk up to her. She’s clenching the fence tight, as if it’s the last thing she has to hold on to. I can her hear snivel, trying to hold back the tears. Oh, Amy …
I stand next to her and gaze at the field. It’s quiet for some time. I don’t know what to do. I’m not good with this. If I were, I’d know how to comfort myself, but I don’t.
“Want to talk about it?” I say after a while.
She shakes her head, but then another whimpering session begins. I rub over her shoulder and try to soothe her as much as I can.
“My ex. He kissed her. My best friend,” she suddenly says.
Okay, so she shakes her head, yet still talks? I swear I don’t get girls at all.
“On my wedding day!” she yells.
Oh. That’s fucking bad. Like hellish. “Shit …” is all I say. What else am I supposed to say? She’s bawling her eyes out, and it’s all because of that fucking jerk. All I can think of is wanting to crack him open and spit him out, spew shit about him, and swear as if there’s no tomorrow, but I can’t do that. It’s her ex. She’s crying over him, so that means she still cares about him. If I’d call him all sorts of things I’m sure she’ll be angry with me instead of him.
“Yes, he’s a fucking bastard!” she yells. “You cheating asshole!” she screams, leaning over the fence as if she’s hoping the words will cross the land and find their way to his ears.
Then she turns around and buries her head in my chest.
My body freezes. I gasp, pondering what to do. She’s crying against me, making my shirt wet, and I all I can think of is wanting her closer. Damn, Jack, when did you turn into such a sissy?
She wraps her arms around my neck, howling swear words while sobbing. Oh, I give up. I put my arms around her and pull her closer. She needs this. She needs me. I’m not sure what I want or need, but I have to be here for her. She can use me to cry onto. She can shout at me, beat me up, and crash into me. If it stops her from feeling sad, I’ll do anything. I can’t bear to hear her cry. Not another soul.
My hand brushes back and forth over her back. I try to calm her down by shushing and rocking sideways. She’s still crying, but it’s slowly lessening.
Suddenly I feel something clench my leg and squeeze in between us.
Amy lets go of me and peers down between our legs. Madeline pushed her way through and is now hugging Amy’s leg.
“Don’t cry, Amy,” she says.
Amy wipes the tears from her cheeks and pats Madeline on the head. We look at each other, momentarily. She doesn’t need to say anything to let me know she’s thankful that I was here when she needed someone.
Madeline quickly runs off, cramming herself through the fence, and into the field. We watch her dart around, picking flowers as she goes. She comes back and holds them up to Amy.
“For you.”
A smile slowly creeps onto Amy’s face. She gets on her knees, ignoring the fact that her jeans get dirty, and takes the flowers from Madeline. “Aw. They’re lovely.” She leans closer and beckons Madeline to lean closer too. “Thank you very much, Madeline.”
“You’re welcome!” Maddy giggles and runs off to chase the birds that are eating the leftover grain.
Amy watches Madeline before standing up again. Her eyes are still red and swollen, but her depressed face is gone. I can see she’s already falling in love with my sweet Maddy, just like everyone else who meets her. I chuckle. Of course she is.
“What?” she says.
“Oh, nothing.”
She gives me a quick jab against the shoulder, and makes me step back. This girl’s got some punch in her. Didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect her to get over her sadness so quickly, either. It’s admirable. I guess in that way she’s stronger than me.
She looks at me, stares at me even, and I feel embarrassed. Her perpetual gaze is petrifying me. I know she can see it. See underneath all of the layers, all of the jokes that I hide behind. It’s as if she’s peering into my soul, gazing at all the destruction I’ve done. Gazing at the ruin that is my life.
A chill crawls under my skin. I don’t want her to look at me like that, as if they can see all the hurt. As if they think they can do something about it. I don’t want anyone delving up my screwed up history. There’s no reason and no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. Unveiling what I’ve tried to bury for so long will kill me.
I clear my throat. “Let’s get back to work, if you’re ready.”
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What others have to say:
"Loved Maddy she was such a cutie ... can't wait to see how this story develops." ~ Maria T. - Goodreads
Blurb:
Unlucky is my middle name. My life as a singer-songwriter in a band I started with my best friend isn’t getting anywhere. I’m curvy and being thin is apparently important for a musical career. When my high school sweetheart and I get married, I find him kissing my best friend. Of course I didn’t put up with it.
Broken and depressed, I run away from everything I know, but even my car breaks down. Like I said … luck is not on my side.
Until I meet Jack …
Maintaining a ranch isn’t easy. I’ve got more work than time. Spare time is a luxury I can’t afford and won’t give into. When I spend one moment alone with my thoughts, I’m done for. Alcohol becomes my friend, because I can’t bear to feel the misery inside my heart.
I hate who I’ve become. Sorrow eats me up, but I won’t let anyone see. I need to keep on living, keep on fighting, and do everything on my own. For her, my little angel. She’s all I have left.
Until I meet Amy …
Lost in misery, love is our salvation
Excerpt (Jack's POV):
Her phone buzzes, and she stops working to check it. She’s leaning against the open door of the stables, probably reading a text message. Her gloomy face worries me.
She sniffs, and her body starts shaking. Oh shit. This doesn’t look good. She squints, her lips quivering and moving down. Oh, please, no. Don’t start crying, please, don’t cry.
Her eyes are getting watery, and before I know it she runs out the stable.
“Amy!” I holler, but she doesn’t stop.
I go after her. I need to know what’s bothering her so much that she’s crying all the time. I can’t let someone around me be so sad. It hurts me, too.
She’s clenching a fence somewhere up ahead, her blonde hair whisking in the wind. She looks stunning. The breeze makes her whimpers almost inaudible. Almost. My heart aches just from hearing it. I don’t want to see her sad.
I walk toward her, but find her cell phone a few feet away from her. I pick it up and hesitate, but I can’t stop myself from glancing shortly.
‘I’m sorry, Amy. I shouldn’t have kissed her. Please, tell me this isn’t the end. XOXO, Ronnie.’
So she has a boyfriend. Or had? I don’t know. Shit. I shouldn’t have looked at this. Fuck, what am I doing? Amy’s crying, and now I know why. I should get over there and comfort her.
I don’t wait another second and walk up to her. She’s clenching the fence tight, as if it’s the last thing she has to hold on to. I can her hear snivel, trying to hold back the tears. Oh, Amy …
I stand next to her and gaze at the field. It’s quiet for some time. I don’t know what to do. I’m not good with this. If I were, I’d know how to comfort myself, but I don’t.
“Want to talk about it?” I say after a while.
She shakes her head, but then another whimpering session begins. I rub over her shoulder and try to soothe her as much as I can.
“My ex. He kissed her. My best friend,” she suddenly says.
Okay, so she shakes her head, yet still talks? I swear I don’t get girls at all.
“On my wedding day!” she yells.
Oh. That’s fucking bad. Like hellish. “Shit …” is all I say. What else am I supposed to say? She’s bawling her eyes out, and it’s all because of that fucking jerk. All I can think of is wanting to crack him open and spit him out, spew shit about him, and swear as if there’s no tomorrow, but I can’t do that. It’s her ex. She’s crying over him, so that means she still cares about him. If I’d call him all sorts of things I’m sure she’ll be angry with me instead of him.
“Yes, he’s a fucking bastard!” she yells. “You cheating asshole!” she screams, leaning over the fence as if she’s hoping the words will cross the land and find their way to his ears.
Then she turns around and buries her head in my chest.
My body freezes. I gasp, pondering what to do. She’s crying against me, making my shirt wet, and I all I can think of is wanting her closer. Damn, Jack, when did you turn into such a sissy?
She wraps her arms around my neck, howling swear words while sobbing. Oh, I give up. I put my arms around her and pull her closer. She needs this. She needs me. I’m not sure what I want or need, but I have to be here for her. She can use me to cry onto. She can shout at me, beat me up, and crash into me. If it stops her from feeling sad, I’ll do anything. I can’t bear to hear her cry. Not another soul.
My hand brushes back and forth over her back. I try to calm her down by shushing and rocking sideways. She’s still crying, but it’s slowly lessening.
Suddenly I feel something clench my leg and squeeze in between us.
Amy lets go of me and peers down between our legs. Madeline pushed her way through and is now hugging Amy’s leg.
“Don’t cry, Amy,” she says.
Amy wipes the tears from her cheeks and pats Madeline on the head. We look at each other, momentarily. She doesn’t need to say anything to let me know she’s thankful that I was here when she needed someone.
Madeline quickly runs off, cramming herself through the fence, and into the field. We watch her dart around, picking flowers as she goes. She comes back and holds them up to Amy.
“For you.”
A smile slowly creeps onto Amy’s face. She gets on her knees, ignoring the fact that her jeans get dirty, and takes the flowers from Madeline. “Aw. They’re lovely.” She leans closer and beckons Madeline to lean closer too. “Thank you very much, Madeline.”
“You’re welcome!” Maddy giggles and runs off to chase the birds that are eating the leftover grain.
Amy watches Madeline before standing up again. Her eyes are still red and swollen, but her depressed face is gone. I can see she’s already falling in love with my sweet Maddy, just like everyone else who meets her. I chuckle. Of course she is.
“What?” she says.
“Oh, nothing.”
She gives me a quick jab against the shoulder, and makes me step back. This girl’s got some punch in her. Didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect her to get over her sadness so quickly, either. It’s admirable. I guess in that way she’s stronger than me.
She looks at me, stares at me even, and I feel embarrassed. Her perpetual gaze is petrifying me. I know she can see it. See underneath all of the layers, all of the jokes that I hide behind. It’s as if she’s peering into my soul, gazing at all the destruction I’ve done. Gazing at the ruin that is my life.
A chill crawls under my skin. I don’t want her to look at me like that, as if they can see all the hurt. As if they think they can do something about it. I don’t want anyone delving up my screwed up history. There’s no reason and no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. Unveiling what I’ve tried to bury for so long will kill me.
I clear my throat. “Let’s get back to work, if you’re ready.”
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Blissful Vol. 2 - out now!
Blissful Volume 2 is in the stores right now!
This sweet New Adult Romance will continue with at least 2 more books, so I hope you enjoy this one ;) There's a lot more to come.
Blurb:
Mending our hearts isn't as easy as it seems
Meeting Jack has been an eye opener for a curvy girl like me. Only now do I realize that there are good men in the world who deserve more love. He's a sexy hardworking man, and his ranch and daughter are all he has left. Passion is missing in his life.
I want to give him what he needs, but he won't let me. Then again, I'm not sure what I want either. My career as a singer songwriter has been on hold ever since I met him, and now I miss it more than anything. I know I'll have to make a choice someday.
However, I also know that Jack's hiding his past from me, and the truth will come out sooner or later...
When I met Amy I never imagined wanting her as much as I do now. I'm starting to fall for her, and I don't know if I can hold back any longer. I'm afraid, though. What if her loving brings back those painful memories from the past? I've been drowning the sorrow in alcohol for as long as I can remember. If the wounds in my heart tear open again, I'm not sure I can resist the urge to stop living.
Only Amy can rescue me now, and I hope it's not too late ... for the both of us.
Check out this very hot excerpt below:
His hands are cupped around my face, and he inches closer. For a moment I hold my breath and close my eyes. His breathing tingles against my lips. When they press against mine it feels as though I’m on cloud nine again. He’s soft and delicate, moving slow and passionate. I want to embrace him and hold him against me, encapsulating him in my warmth.
But he backs away again. Opening my eyes, I can see tears welling up in his.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“You aren’t.”
He looks down at the sheets, the only space between us. “I’m afraid … so afraid that all I want is a woman. That it’s just lust. I don’t want to do that to you.”
I place my hand on his arm. “I know it isn’t. I’ve seen you, Jack. The way you look at me. The way you treat me. You care about me. You can tell me all you want, but I’m not falling for it. I know what’s inside there.” I press my finger against his taut chest. “Just like you knew with me.”
He grasps my finger and pulls it up to his lips, moving it around as if he’s caressing himself with my fingers. I can feel his yearning, how much he wants to be loved, but the angst is holding him back.
No more.
Leaning closer to him, I grab his free hand and press it against my chest, close to my heart. “We both need love. I don’t care if you’re a rebound.”
He lets go off my hand and looks at me. He scans my face, checks out my breasts at exactly the place his hand is resting, and looks farther down. He looks at my leg, the spot which isn’t covered by the blanket. I took off my pants long ago, and when he sees the bare skin his hand slips under the blanket.
I hold my breath as I feel his rough hands gently slide up my leg, moving to a painful bruise on my knee. He caresses it softly, easing the pain. Then his fingers slowly urge upward to my thigh. I hiss and shudder as he reaches my inner thigh and squeezes it. I can feel the heat pooling my belly and the moist building up between my thighs. I don’t want him to stop, but it’s scary having another man touch me there.
He leans in and presses his lips onto mine. It’s breathtaking. The way he shivers as he touches me, the way his lips are both curious and anxious at the same time. I want it. I want all of it. I want him, every part of him, no matter how bad.
We both need someone to love us.
When he stops, a tear trickles down his cheek. He lets his head fall down onto my breasts, burying it into my chest, and he sniffs. “I want to have you so badly. Please, let me have you,” he whispers. “If only just for the night. Make me forget.”
His fingers dig into my skin, and his breathing is ragged. I can hear he’s holding himself back. He wants me terribly, but we both aren’t sure if this is for real. If it’s love or lust. If it’s just a relief from the pain.
But we’re both the same. We both need the consolation. The sweetness of love to mend our wounded hearts. I won’t hold him down. I need this as much as he does. However damaged we are.
“You can have me,” I say.
“But I’m a broken man. I can’t offer you anything in return.”
“You don’t need to. We both have to ease the pain, and we can do that with love.”
He lifts his head and starts kissing me again. It’s soft and subtle, but he’s still whimpering. The saltiness of his tears makes me want to smother him. I don’t want to let him go. I want to give him what he needs. What I need. More. We will heal each other, if only for the night.
He stops for a moment and looks me in the eye. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say, muffling a laugh, and I press my lips firmly against his.
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Blurb:
Mending our hearts isn't as easy as it seems
Meeting Jack has been an eye opener for a curvy girl like me. Only now do I realize that there are good men in the world who deserve more love. He's a sexy hardworking man, and his ranch and daughter are all he has left. Passion is missing in his life.
I want to give him what he needs, but he won't let me. Then again, I'm not sure what I want either. My career as a singer songwriter has been on hold ever since I met him, and now I miss it more than anything. I know I'll have to make a choice someday.
However, I also know that Jack's hiding his past from me, and the truth will come out sooner or later...
When I met Amy I never imagined wanting her as much as I do now. I'm starting to fall for her, and I don't know if I can hold back any longer. I'm afraid, though. What if her loving brings back those painful memories from the past? I've been drowning the sorrow in alcohol for as long as I can remember. If the wounds in my heart tear open again, I'm not sure I can resist the urge to stop living.
Only Amy can rescue me now, and I hope it's not too late ... for the both of us.
Check out this very hot excerpt below:
His hands are cupped around my face, and he inches closer. For a moment I hold my breath and close my eyes. His breathing tingles against my lips. When they press against mine it feels as though I’m on cloud nine again. He’s soft and delicate, moving slow and passionate. I want to embrace him and hold him against me, encapsulating him in my warmth.
But he backs away again. Opening my eyes, I can see tears welling up in his.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“You aren’t.”
He looks down at the sheets, the only space between us. “I’m afraid … so afraid that all I want is a woman. That it’s just lust. I don’t want to do that to you.”
I place my hand on his arm. “I know it isn’t. I’ve seen you, Jack. The way you look at me. The way you treat me. You care about me. You can tell me all you want, but I’m not falling for it. I know what’s inside there.” I press my finger against his taut chest. “Just like you knew with me.”
He grasps my finger and pulls it up to his lips, moving it around as if he’s caressing himself with my fingers. I can feel his yearning, how much he wants to be loved, but the angst is holding him back.
No more.
Leaning closer to him, I grab his free hand and press it against my chest, close to my heart. “We both need love. I don’t care if you’re a rebound.”
He lets go off my hand and looks at me. He scans my face, checks out my breasts at exactly the place his hand is resting, and looks farther down. He looks at my leg, the spot which isn’t covered by the blanket. I took off my pants long ago, and when he sees the bare skin his hand slips under the blanket.
I hold my breath as I feel his rough hands gently slide up my leg, moving to a painful bruise on my knee. He caresses it softly, easing the pain. Then his fingers slowly urge upward to my thigh. I hiss and shudder as he reaches my inner thigh and squeezes it. I can feel the heat pooling my belly and the moist building up between my thighs. I don’t want him to stop, but it’s scary having another man touch me there.
He leans in and presses his lips onto mine. It’s breathtaking. The way he shivers as he touches me, the way his lips are both curious and anxious at the same time. I want it. I want all of it. I want him, every part of him, no matter how bad.
We both need someone to love us.
When he stops, a tear trickles down his cheek. He lets his head fall down onto my breasts, burying it into my chest, and he sniffs. “I want to have you so badly. Please, let me have you,” he whispers. “If only just for the night. Make me forget.”
His fingers dig into my skin, and his breathing is ragged. I can hear he’s holding himself back. He wants me terribly, but we both aren’t sure if this is for real. If it’s love or lust. If it’s just a relief from the pain.
But we’re both the same. We both need the consolation. The sweetness of love to mend our wounded hearts. I won’t hold him down. I need this as much as he does. However damaged we are.
“You can have me,” I say.
“But I’m a broken man. I can’t offer you anything in return.”
“You don’t need to. We both have to ease the pain, and we can do that with love.”
He lifts his head and starts kissing me again. It’s soft and subtle, but he’s still whimpering. The saltiness of his tears makes me want to smother him. I don’t want to let him go. I want to give him what he needs. What I need. More. We will heal each other, if only for the night.
He stops for a moment and looks me in the eye. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say, muffling a laugh, and I press my lips firmly against his.
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Learning Curves (Olivia Rigal): Ariane wanted to spice up the life of her cooking school but one of her American students may be hotter than she expected.
Can't Shake You (Molly McLain): Carissa's gotten herself into a mess with an impromptu renovation project, and the only contractor available to help her out happens to be the one man she's never been able to forget. Josh is also her ex-boyfriend's best friend, therefore completely off-limits...unless they don't get caught.
His Indecent Lessons (Sky Corgan): When Cheyenne started her first year of college, she didn't expect to fall head over heels for one of her professors. His interest is totally academic though, and he's going to give her private lessons she'll never forget.
Sorority Pledge (Daizie Draper): Inexperienced college students, Addison and Logan, recognize the need for power play in one another when they first meet. But as they dive into a BDSM lifestyle while trying to balance college life, they discover their sizzle doesn't come without consequence.
Billionaires in Disguise: Rae (Complete Series) (Blair Babylon): Rae will do anything to stay in college and for her dream of a clinic for autistic kids, but when the sexy and mysterious owner of The Devilhouse offers her job, she realizes that her small-town definition of "anything" was far too limited.
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***10 TALES OF ROMANCE FROM 10 BEST SELLING AUTHORS***
Over 3000 pages!
ON SALE FOR A LIMITED TIME.
Ten top selling authors come together to bring you ten titillating full-length novels of love, passion, discovery, and anticipation designed to tease the senses.
Your next obsession starts here.
Hot men.
Lusty women.
Dirty, raw, and arousing.
Enough angst to twist your insides.
From first kisses, to dangerous encounters and college seductions, we've collected all your favorite stories and combined them into one scintillating read filled with the confident, sexy and mysterious bad boys that will make even the nicest girl's heart throb with desire.
His Wicked Games (Ember Casey): Lily would do anything to save her father's failing business - even take on the infamous billionaire Calder Cunningham. But she's not prepared for the wicked terms he has in mind...
Fierce (Clarissa Wild): Hot, brooding college bad-boy Hunter turns out to have more secrets up his sleeve than geeky book-worm Autumn can handle. Too bad for her he doesn't give up the fight easily.
That First Kiss (J.C. Valentine): Playboy and rising author Tate Larson is focused on his work with no plans of settling down anytime soon... that is, until a chance encounter with Southern beauty Piper Donovan derails all his plans.
Slow Burn (V.J. Chambers): A college junior, in hiding from a corrupt shadow wing of an arms corporation, finds herself saddled with a restrained, no-nonsense bodyguard--who also happens to be jaw-droppingly gorgeous.
Layers Deep (Lacey Silks): He needs her to save a friend. She needs him to plan her revenge. Their pasts scar them Layers Deep. Their passion distracts them... and distractions can be fatal.
Learning Curves (Olivia Rigal): Ariane wanted to spice up the life of her cooking school but one of her American students may be hotter than she expected.
Can't Shake You (Molly McLain): Carissa's gotten herself into a mess with an impromptu renovation project, and the only contractor available to help her out happens to be the one man she's never been able to forget. Josh is also her ex-boyfriend's best friend, therefore completely off-limits...unless they don't get caught.
His Indecent Lessons (Sky Corgan): When Cheyenne started her first year of college, she didn't expect to fall head over heels for one of her professors. His interest is totally academic though, and he's going to give her private lessons she'll never forget.
Sorority Pledge (Daizie Draper): Inexperienced college students, Addison and Logan, recognize the need for power play in one another when they first meet. But as they dive into a BDSM lifestyle while trying to balance college life, they discover their sizzle doesn't come without consequence.
Billionaires in Disguise: Rae (Complete Series) (Blair Babylon): Rae will do anything to stay in college and for her dream of a clinic for autistic kids, but when the sexy and mysterious owner of The Devilhouse offers her job, she realizes that her small-town definition of "anything" was far too limited.
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