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July 23, 2017
Sample Sunday
Today's sample comes from my #NewRelease 'One Week' a #YoungAdult #AARomance a continuation of my Love Chances Series.
Paula is a patient, gentle young soul on the lookout for love...
One Week, L.S. Bergman:
“The Fritz was packed already. The Cafe was near to their old school, and the crowd seemed to take shifts. The afternoon was the student crowd, which rapidly gave way to the after-work rush come five. Meandering her way to the back, Paula knew Tawnia would be there. She always kept to time, and had a knack of getting the same table. Their usual, near to the window at the back, with full scoping potential. Tawnia loved to gossip. People and faces. She was never not in the know. And, there was nothing like analysing body language to prove the buzz of some story she'd caught wind of.
"Look at you, looking all sophisticated," Tawnia said, getting up to hug her friend, dressed in a form-fitting red jumpsuit and blindingly white sneaks.
"Hey boo. You think? Made an effort this morning. Dressed to impress," Paula chuckled, pulling out her chair and slipping down.
"You look great," Tawnia said, signalling to the bartender, the one she'd been working on as apparently being officially moved from 'cute' to 'darn fine'. Paula didn't remember who she was exactly on about, and had no intention of turning to check out the latest object of Tawnia's desire, because the woman had many flavours of the month. She looked satisfied, the dude understanding her gesture, had her settling back to check-in with Paula,
"The usual yeah?"
Paula nodded. Her ginger tea with a touch of lemon and a hint of honey had become her new law.
"I don't know how you keep it up," Tawnia sighed, sinking her teeth into a healthy bite of a pink frosted dough-nut.
Paula giggled, "you get used to it. Fads change. But don't worry 'bout that. Whassup wid you woman?"
"Tonight is what's up, and the fact that you ain't comin'," she twisted up her mouth, one cheek slightly bulged at the side with her sugary treat.
Paula smiled, "another time, a'ight? Today was kinda tiring. I just wanna kick-back and sleep." Talking about the gym with Tawnia never went down well, so she decided to skip it. It wasn't a worthwhile excuse to bat in front of a friend who had the body to die for, irrespective of the crap she stuffed in her mouth.
"Yeah, right," Tawnia scoffed under her breath before straightening her back just as a large ginger tea was placed in front of Paula. "Well, thank you, Miles," Tawnia batted her eyelids, her voice extra-sing and song.
Paula's ears tweaked. The name certainly rang a bell.
Paula looked up and met warm smiling chocolate eyes. It was Miles, Miles from School Miles. Now obviously barman-at-The-Fritz-Miles.
"Hi," she said shyly.
"Hi," he said, their eyes locked, registering surprise more than anything else.
"You know each other?" Tawnia asked, batting her eyelids and running a hand slowly through her curly locks in a flirtatious manner.
"Kinda," Paula smiled.
"How yah mean? Classmate?" he teased, as Paula grimaced at the memory of maths class, to name but one. "I told you you'd get through," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back slightly on his heels in admiration.
"If only I could've been so sure. I had to work my ass off. Not everyone has your kind of brains."
"Maybe, but you girls ain't doin' too badly in other categories," he smiled wickedly, which pleased the hell out of Tawnia, but made Paula flush. "Can I get you something else?"
"Yes, I'd love one of those green salads," Paula said, pointing at the neatly packed glass shelves.
"Alright, I'll get it sent right over. Duty calls so laters, yeah?"
"Yeah, thanks. Laters," Paula said, fiddling with the pendant of her chain.
Tawnia started to fan herself dramatically, nibbling on the tip of her thumb-nail, watching as he sauntered back to the bar with a shake of his head and a soft chuckle. She wasn't exactly being discrete.
"God girl, you didn't tell me you knew him? What I wouldn't do to get closer," she sighed dreamily.
"Go for it. Miles is cool."
"Think I got a chance?"
"No clue, but judging from the way he looked at you just now? I'd say, yeah, you do. The only problem is you have too many 'chances' going on ... one day you're gonna have to choose woman. I mean, Flavian, David, Clive, Miles ..."
Tawnia grimaced. "Please don't bring up your brother's name. That doesn't count 'cause we're connected at some deeper level. My heart is still hurting, and Clive is still being … Clive."
Cut the dramatics, Tawnia was the one who dropped Clive, but 'whatever'. Paula chuckled, taking a sip of her tea to soothe the cloud of fickleness currently hovering around her.” One Week © L.S.Bergman 2017
Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073S5CNG7/...
Paula is a patient, gentle young soul on the lookout for love...
One Week, L.S. Bergman:
“The Fritz was packed already. The Cafe was near to their old school, and the crowd seemed to take shifts. The afternoon was the student crowd, which rapidly gave way to the after-work rush come five. Meandering her way to the back, Paula knew Tawnia would be there. She always kept to time, and had a knack of getting the same table. Their usual, near to the window at the back, with full scoping potential. Tawnia loved to gossip. People and faces. She was never not in the know. And, there was nothing like analysing body language to prove the buzz of some story she'd caught wind of.
"Look at you, looking all sophisticated," Tawnia said, getting up to hug her friend, dressed in a form-fitting red jumpsuit and blindingly white sneaks.
"Hey boo. You think? Made an effort this morning. Dressed to impress," Paula chuckled, pulling out her chair and slipping down.
"You look great," Tawnia said, signalling to the bartender, the one she'd been working on as apparently being officially moved from 'cute' to 'darn fine'. Paula didn't remember who she was exactly on about, and had no intention of turning to check out the latest object of Tawnia's desire, because the woman had many flavours of the month. She looked satisfied, the dude understanding her gesture, had her settling back to check-in with Paula,
"The usual yeah?"
Paula nodded. Her ginger tea with a touch of lemon and a hint of honey had become her new law.
"I don't know how you keep it up," Tawnia sighed, sinking her teeth into a healthy bite of a pink frosted dough-nut.
Paula giggled, "you get used to it. Fads change. But don't worry 'bout that. Whassup wid you woman?"
"Tonight is what's up, and the fact that you ain't comin'," she twisted up her mouth, one cheek slightly bulged at the side with her sugary treat.
Paula smiled, "another time, a'ight? Today was kinda tiring. I just wanna kick-back and sleep." Talking about the gym with Tawnia never went down well, so she decided to skip it. It wasn't a worthwhile excuse to bat in front of a friend who had the body to die for, irrespective of the crap she stuffed in her mouth.
"Yeah, right," Tawnia scoffed under her breath before straightening her back just as a large ginger tea was placed in front of Paula. "Well, thank you, Miles," Tawnia batted her eyelids, her voice extra-sing and song.
Paula's ears tweaked. The name certainly rang a bell.
Paula looked up and met warm smiling chocolate eyes. It was Miles, Miles from School Miles. Now obviously barman-at-The-Fritz-Miles.
"Hi," she said shyly.
"Hi," he said, their eyes locked, registering surprise more than anything else.
"You know each other?" Tawnia asked, batting her eyelids and running a hand slowly through her curly locks in a flirtatious manner.
"Kinda," Paula smiled.
"How yah mean? Classmate?" he teased, as Paula grimaced at the memory of maths class, to name but one. "I told you you'd get through," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back slightly on his heels in admiration.
"If only I could've been so sure. I had to work my ass off. Not everyone has your kind of brains."
"Maybe, but you girls ain't doin' too badly in other categories," he smiled wickedly, which pleased the hell out of Tawnia, but made Paula flush. "Can I get you something else?"
"Yes, I'd love one of those green salads," Paula said, pointing at the neatly packed glass shelves.
"Alright, I'll get it sent right over. Duty calls so laters, yeah?"
"Yeah, thanks. Laters," Paula said, fiddling with the pendant of her chain.
Tawnia started to fan herself dramatically, nibbling on the tip of her thumb-nail, watching as he sauntered back to the bar with a shake of his head and a soft chuckle. She wasn't exactly being discrete.
"God girl, you didn't tell me you knew him? What I wouldn't do to get closer," she sighed dreamily.
"Go for it. Miles is cool."
"Think I got a chance?"
"No clue, but judging from the way he looked at you just now? I'd say, yeah, you do. The only problem is you have too many 'chances' going on ... one day you're gonna have to choose woman. I mean, Flavian, David, Clive, Miles ..."
Tawnia grimaced. "Please don't bring up your brother's name. That doesn't count 'cause we're connected at some deeper level. My heart is still hurting, and Clive is still being … Clive."
Cut the dramatics, Tawnia was the one who dropped Clive, but 'whatever'. Paula chuckled, taking a sip of her tea to soothe the cloud of fickleness currently hovering around her.” One Week © L.S.Bergman 2017
Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073S5CNG7/...
July 7, 2017
July 1, 2017
Summer Sale
It's summer time y'all! Having a summer sale. Second Chances free 07.01. Enjoy!
May 8, 2017
Second Chances to The Promise
If you’re looking for something a little different in the romantic genre, maybe this is for you. I’ve ended up on a writing journey, writing an Afro-Caribbean adult romance trilogy, set in London.
Second Chances was the starting point, followed by Lucid Dreaming, although each book can also be read as a standalone.
Second Chances is a mature take on the hard process of starting over after a long-term relationship has run its course. Never an easy task. But for Dawn, mother of two, her circumstances make it all the more challenging.
Lucid Dreaming is a young adult romance and tells the story of Jules Logan. This one is for the ‘outsider’ girls, the girls where a screw-up in life comes much easier than the straight and narrow. Like Second Chances, Jules and Aaron is an #AARomance with lots of heart and deeply buried secrets intent on surfacing.
The Promise is the coming full circle, so to speak. This is Keith’s HEA with a much younger Alessa Monroe at his side. Keith Parker is first introduced in Second Chances. He is unconventional for sure in the way he follows his desires but also unapologetic and tenacious in his quest to find true love, and hold onto it. The Promise – Tactics of Love is an #IRRomance.
I didn’t intend for these to become a series, but the interweb of connections means they can now be read as one. I fell in love with these characters, their ups and their downs. They helped further define why I LOVE what I do. For me, there is no greater joy than to write, write, write …
#gratitude #peace&love
If you want to check out this ‘series’, you can one click here,
https://www.amazon.com/L.S.-Bergman/e...
March 28, 2017
New Release
So, it's live!!
Hope you'll enjoy taking this #IRRomance trip. For those who've read Lucid Dreaming, this is now Alessa's story, and she has Keith Parker to deal with lol. Never a dull moment :)
Oh, and I couldn't resist looking in on Dawn (Second Chances) and of course my girl Jules (Lucid Dreaming). XOXO
Hope you'll enjoy taking this #IRRomance trip. For those who've read Lucid Dreaming, this is now Alessa's story, and she has Keith Parker to deal with lol. Never a dull moment :)
Oh, and I couldn't resist looking in on Dawn (Second Chances) and of course my girl Jules (Lucid Dreaming). XOXO
March 21, 2017
A Short Story...
Cupid's Arrow Don't Get Old
Esmeralda kicked the side of her rusty old bike, watching as the chain slipped some more out of the grooved spikes.
“Hey, hey, hey! What you doin’ Mezi?” Pops asked, taking the bike from his grand-daughter’s clutches, like it was the most precious thing.
Esmeralda was always ‘Mezi’, she had been apparently such a ‘messy’ eater as a child, coincidence led to ‘Esmeralda…Esmer … Mezi’… OK not the best continuity logic but the name kinda stuck as a term of endearment. Pops loved Mezi, his current bundle of blossoming ‘teenie’ chaos, a girl he’d been sole guardian for since what felt like forever. Not true. Since the day he would never forget, when ‘the cancer’ came knocking and bit too large a bite in his only beautiful daughter, Rhonda, the apple of his eye. With no father to speak of, Mezi became Leon Humphrey’s sole responsibility at the tender age of eight. She had been the easiest to love as a child, until puberty sprang-up and she became, let’s say … difficult… but still warmhearted, still his special girl.
“This bike is a has-been,” she scoffed, scrunching up her mouth in a spoiled pout. “All the other girls riding something cool and slick, and I got to do battle every day with this ‘has-been’.”
“As a ‘has-been’ myself, let me stick up for this one then,” Pops chuckled, bending low and lifting the back wheel up, his sinewy muscles flexing as he turned the tire releasing the catch in the chain and shifting it effortlessly back into position. “See, easy as pie.” He announced, drawing his frame back up to standing and straightening his back with a slight grimace, as if he was re-positioning dodgy connections of his own.
Mezi harrumphed, swinging one leg over the middle bar, adjusting the rucksack at her back. “Thanks pops,” she said, with a slight frown, which drew a chuckle from Leon, as her ‘Pops’ still came out with this cute pout, reminding him of years gone by.
“Any time, sweetheart,” he said, drawing her in for a side-hug, just as Miss Rosie’s familiar battered yellow Subaru swung into the yard, pulling-up spluttering next to several rusted vehicles Pop was forever fixing-up.
“Rosie, my girl,” Leon called, a broad smile making his face look as if it was stretching sideways to the maximum, his eyes taking on that annoying sparkle, a sparkle that Mezi deemed him ‘too old’ to have.
“Good morning, Leon, Esmeralda,” Rosie replied politely, hiding a blush, in her sweet silky-soft voice, her eyes flitting shyly from Mezi back to Pops in equal covert appreciation.
Mezi struggled to not roll her eyes back at her, something she found hard ‘not’ to do when Miss Sweetness-and-light made a stop.
Esmeralda hated to seem spiteful, and she didn’t have a problem with Rosie per say, it was more what she stood for. Symbolically.
Ever since Rosie had come on the scene, Pops had changed.
He’d grown younger, even more full of fun than normal, less attentive to her needs and more wrapped up in Rosie’s. Be it in Mezi’s opinion.
Mezi’s sidekick Roy,her well-rounded best-friend who was fond of telling people they’d known each other so long, they’d even shared the same baby bath water. Mezi hated how he could go on like that, but loved him all the same. Roy could be perceptive as all hell get out. In this instance, he’d told her to chill. That didn’t she know her ‘Pops finally getting some’?
Too much information.
Mezi couldn’t sleep for a week, and nights when Rosie came for dinner, she stayed up extra long, on purpose. There was a battle of wills going on. Pops noticed, and he knew something had to give.
“You had your morning coffee yet?” Pops asked, his eyes scanning the caramel smooth of Rosie’s legs as she climbed out of her car, with a kind of edible expression on his face.
“No, not yet,” she said coyly, shutting and locking her door, before sliding her purse onto one shoulder.
Mezi exhaled a deep breath. Every word these two ‘old’ people spoke to each other seemed laced in double meaning. Ever since Roy had said ‘Pops finally getting some’. Mezi hadn’t recovered. She started spazzing out.
Surely it wasn’t normal? Surely it wasn’t normal that she was going to school, leaving these two retired people to … I don’t know… Old people should just be… I don’t know… old people?
‘But why? ‘Cause ‘you’ say so? What’s the problem? If everything still functioning right, I is happy for pops’, Roy loved correcting her, embellishing every line with facts he got from God-knows where. Being open-minded was kind of Roy’s thing. Mezi often found it annoying.
“Alright, laters Pops.”
“Have a wonderful day, sweetheart. You got enough money?”
“Yup,” Mezi murmured, sucking in an urgent breath. “Good-day Miss Rosie.” Mezi knew when to mind her manners.
“Oh, thank you…Good-day Esmeralda. Nice seeing you.”
“And you,” Mezi cracked a smile. Being friendly wasn’t so hard after all, Mezi thought, putting her foot on the peddle to push off.
Pops grabbed her and pulled her to him, “love you more than life.” He whispered against the shell of her ear. Routine passing words, which that morning brought more than just familiar comfort. They warmed Esmeralda’s heart.
Drawing back on the peddle with her foot, she pushed gently forward, taking it easy, appreciating how much she loved her old bike after all, how much it formed a perfect extension of her body, its every quirk and creak, how much she would miss it if it was gone… how much her ‘has been’ made her life sweet after all." © L.S. Bergman 2017
Esmeralda kicked the side of her rusty old bike, watching as the chain slipped some more out of the grooved spikes.
“Hey, hey, hey! What you doin’ Mezi?” Pops asked, taking the bike from his grand-daughter’s clutches, like it was the most precious thing.
Esmeralda was always ‘Mezi’, she had been apparently such a ‘messy’ eater as a child, coincidence led to ‘Esmeralda…Esmer … Mezi’… OK not the best continuity logic but the name kinda stuck as a term of endearment. Pops loved Mezi, his current bundle of blossoming ‘teenie’ chaos, a girl he’d been sole guardian for since what felt like forever. Not true. Since the day he would never forget, when ‘the cancer’ came knocking and bit too large a bite in his only beautiful daughter, Rhonda, the apple of his eye. With no father to speak of, Mezi became Leon Humphrey’s sole responsibility at the tender age of eight. She had been the easiest to love as a child, until puberty sprang-up and she became, let’s say … difficult… but still warmhearted, still his special girl.
“This bike is a has-been,” she scoffed, scrunching up her mouth in a spoiled pout. “All the other girls riding something cool and slick, and I got to do battle every day with this ‘has-been’.”
“As a ‘has-been’ myself, let me stick up for this one then,” Pops chuckled, bending low and lifting the back wheel up, his sinewy muscles flexing as he turned the tire releasing the catch in the chain and shifting it effortlessly back into position. “See, easy as pie.” He announced, drawing his frame back up to standing and straightening his back with a slight grimace, as if he was re-positioning dodgy connections of his own.
Mezi harrumphed, swinging one leg over the middle bar, adjusting the rucksack at her back. “Thanks pops,” she said, with a slight frown, which drew a chuckle from Leon, as her ‘Pops’ still came out with this cute pout, reminding him of years gone by.
“Any time, sweetheart,” he said, drawing her in for a side-hug, just as Miss Rosie’s familiar battered yellow Subaru swung into the yard, pulling-up spluttering next to several rusted vehicles Pop was forever fixing-up.
“Rosie, my girl,” Leon called, a broad smile making his face look as if it was stretching sideways to the maximum, his eyes taking on that annoying sparkle, a sparkle that Mezi deemed him ‘too old’ to have.
“Good morning, Leon, Esmeralda,” Rosie replied politely, hiding a blush, in her sweet silky-soft voice, her eyes flitting shyly from Mezi back to Pops in equal covert appreciation.
Mezi struggled to not roll her eyes back at her, something she found hard ‘not’ to do when Miss Sweetness-and-light made a stop.
Esmeralda hated to seem spiteful, and she didn’t have a problem with Rosie per say, it was more what she stood for. Symbolically.
Ever since Rosie had come on the scene, Pops had changed.
He’d grown younger, even more full of fun than normal, less attentive to her needs and more wrapped up in Rosie’s. Be it in Mezi’s opinion.
Mezi’s sidekick Roy,her well-rounded best-friend who was fond of telling people they’d known each other so long, they’d even shared the same baby bath water. Mezi hated how he could go on like that, but loved him all the same. Roy could be perceptive as all hell get out. In this instance, he’d told her to chill. That didn’t she know her ‘Pops finally getting some’?
Too much information.
Mezi couldn’t sleep for a week, and nights when Rosie came for dinner, she stayed up extra long, on purpose. There was a battle of wills going on. Pops noticed, and he knew something had to give.
“You had your morning coffee yet?” Pops asked, his eyes scanning the caramel smooth of Rosie’s legs as she climbed out of her car, with a kind of edible expression on his face.
“No, not yet,” she said coyly, shutting and locking her door, before sliding her purse onto one shoulder.
Mezi exhaled a deep breath. Every word these two ‘old’ people spoke to each other seemed laced in double meaning. Ever since Roy had said ‘Pops finally getting some’. Mezi hadn’t recovered. She started spazzing out.
Surely it wasn’t normal? Surely it wasn’t normal that she was going to school, leaving these two retired people to … I don’t know… Old people should just be… I don’t know… old people?
‘But why? ‘Cause ‘you’ say so? What’s the problem? If everything still functioning right, I is happy for pops’, Roy loved correcting her, embellishing every line with facts he got from God-knows where. Being open-minded was kind of Roy’s thing. Mezi often found it annoying.
“Alright, laters Pops.”
“Have a wonderful day, sweetheart. You got enough money?”
“Yup,” Mezi murmured, sucking in an urgent breath. “Good-day Miss Rosie.” Mezi knew when to mind her manners.
“Oh, thank you…Good-day Esmeralda. Nice seeing you.”
“And you,” Mezi cracked a smile. Being friendly wasn’t so hard after all, Mezi thought, putting her foot on the peddle to push off.
Pops grabbed her and pulled her to him, “love you more than life.” He whispered against the shell of her ear. Routine passing words, which that morning brought more than just familiar comfort. They warmed Esmeralda’s heart.
Drawing back on the peddle with her foot, she pushed gently forward, taking it easy, appreciating how much she loved her old bike after all, how much it formed a perfect extension of her body, its every quirk and creak, how much she would miss it if it was gone… how much her ‘has been’ made her life sweet after all." © L.S. Bergman 2017
January 30, 2017
Monday Moment
A soothing Monday Moment from my 'Lucid Dreaming' spin-off. For all those lovely people who've taken the time to read Second Chances and Lucid Dreaming, coming soon-ish is Keith and Alessa's story. Release date? I'll keep you posted.
Untitled, Work in Progress:
“A few moments later, Keith padded out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets sprinkling his tanned chest. He looked good enough to eat.
“You got a minute?” he asked, pointing to his locks, with my hair wax in his hands.
“Sure have,” I said uncrossing my legs on the sofa and swinging a cushion to the floor between them. “Com’ere,” I teased mimicking him, tapping the surface of the cushion.
A wicked smirk spread across his face, as I watched him slide down between my legs, smelling wonderful.
I started to massage his scalp, before twisting and working the coconut smelling wax into his roots. Keith moaned into the goodness of my touch.
“If I could bottle you, like shit I would,” he groaned, reaching for both arches of my feet, beginning to knead his thumbs into them, with just the right amount of pressure. I gasped at how good it felt, kissing the side of his neck in gratitude. Keith’s foot massages were an ‘out-of-this-world’ kind of thing.
“Feels good huh?”
I moaned in response, still twisting through his locks, working my way in efficient style, bending to kiss him intermittently or simply breath him in.”
© L.S.Bergman
Stay tuned ;)
Untitled, Work in Progress:
“A few moments later, Keith padded out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets sprinkling his tanned chest. He looked good enough to eat.
“You got a minute?” he asked, pointing to his locks, with my hair wax in his hands.
“Sure have,” I said uncrossing my legs on the sofa and swinging a cushion to the floor between them. “Com’ere,” I teased mimicking him, tapping the surface of the cushion.
A wicked smirk spread across his face, as I watched him slide down between my legs, smelling wonderful.
I started to massage his scalp, before twisting and working the coconut smelling wax into his roots. Keith moaned into the goodness of my touch.
“If I could bottle you, like shit I would,” he groaned, reaching for both arches of my feet, beginning to knead his thumbs into them, with just the right amount of pressure. I gasped at how good it felt, kissing the side of his neck in gratitude. Keith’s foot massages were an ‘out-of-this-world’ kind of thing.
“Feels good huh?”
I moaned in response, still twisting through his locks, working my way in efficient style, bending to kiss him intermittently or simply breath him in.”
© L.S.Bergman
Stay tuned ;)
January 8, 2017
Sunday Sample
Here's a Sample from my new release Lucid Dreaming which came out a day ago.
This is the story of Jules Logan, a free spirit with a very troubled past.
One random hook-up at a club marks the beginning of a journey towards true love and ultimately redemption. Never easy, like everything with Jules, and certainly not smooth, her relationship with Aaron becomes a saving grace all the same.
Sunday Sample from Lucid Dreaming, I hope you'll add and check it out ;)...
"Scanning the crowd, Aaron's random crowd gazing stopped abruptly, his eyes coming to rest upon a woman in a brown fur coat letting loose with another girl in the cramped dance space, a little in front of him. Both were eye-catching, but it was the one in the fur coat that made his muscle literally twerk to attention in his pants. She looked unusual, attention-grabbing with her wild head of bouncing dreadlocks, a very pretty face and her dazzling bright red painted lips. The girl's eyes were closed, and she was rapping the lyrics to the song, like a loud lunatic, with her laughing friend chipping in. Aaron chuckled, signalling for a refill, and leaving the change on the counter, his gaze floating easily back to his fur baby.
She had rhythm like no tomorrow, and was gyrating up a storm, her bangles jingling on her raised arms, her nose ring swaying just above her full lips, which took his breath away. Those lips sparked something primal inside, a feeling of carnal longing. He watched as she slowly slid the thick coat down her back playfully, in a kind of sensual manoeuvre, revealing ample breasts and curves for days.
This girl had Aaron's attention more than peaked.
She was not just beautiful, but sensational looking, in a sexy alternative kind of way, with her wild locks, piercings and striking features. She looked carefree, and confident in her overt sexiness, oblivious to all the male eyes fixed on her sensual movements.
Huh...I like me some of that, Aaron mused, intent on making his move before another brother beat him to it. He had had a few hook ups at The Globe on several occasions already. The girls who came here were pretty gorgeous, but this girl he hadn't seen before, she is friggin' exceptional.
Retrieving his fresh beer and quenching the sudden dryness in his throat, he pushed off from the bar ... no time like the present.
Making his way through the crowd, Aaron eased up to her, watching her rap with her eyes still shut, unaware of his presence. Leaning in, he placed two chosen words in her ear. "Too sweet."
Her eyes snapped open, and she immediately backed-up.
Her friend edged defensively nearer, watching as Aaron rocked back on his heels, with a wicked smile plastered on his face, taking another swig from his bottle.
The friend batted her eyelids, still sizing him up, her smile softening the initial expression of aggression, as if she was still suspicious but liked what she saw. Eventually a smile cracked the side of her mouth, just as Aaron's fur lady came back at him, coming close, until her cleavage was hovering under his gaze like temptation itself.
"What you say?" the fur lady barked, shoulders squared, chin raised.
"You heard me," Aaron replied smoothly, fixing his eyes on her, and trailing them over her breasts, the length of her tight black leather mini-dress, down to and lingering provocatively on her legs. One sexy ass body, Aaron smiled, satisfied with his detailed perusal. By the time his eyes raised to hers, she was smiling, enjoying his suggestive appreciation of her body.
Her friend sucked her teeth in feigned protest at what was most obviously going down.
"You think you're all that?" fur lady offered, her tone more tempting than aggressive, removing and folding her fur coat over one arm, her hands moving to her hips, akimbo.
"Think? I know, foxy furs." He pointed at the coat with a smile. "By the way, didn't no one tell you it's friggin' hot in here?"
"Well, here's the thing, didn't no one tell you I can wear what the hell I want, when I want?"
If looks could kill.
Aaron released a chuckle, his hazel eyes dancing playfully. I really like her. This woman was beyond hot, she was quick, witty, and out of the ordinary. He liked her feisty nature, her ability to provoke.
"I'm glad you did. You stick out." Like a queen, he was going to add, but held back, deciding to keep those cards close to his chest.” Lucid Dreaming © 2017 L. S. Bergman
This is the story of Jules Logan, a free spirit with a very troubled past.
One random hook-up at a club marks the beginning of a journey towards true love and ultimately redemption. Never easy, like everything with Jules, and certainly not smooth, her relationship with Aaron becomes a saving grace all the same.
Sunday Sample from Lucid Dreaming, I hope you'll add and check it out ;)...
"Scanning the crowd, Aaron's random crowd gazing stopped abruptly, his eyes coming to rest upon a woman in a brown fur coat letting loose with another girl in the cramped dance space, a little in front of him. Both were eye-catching, but it was the one in the fur coat that made his muscle literally twerk to attention in his pants. She looked unusual, attention-grabbing with her wild head of bouncing dreadlocks, a very pretty face and her dazzling bright red painted lips. The girl's eyes were closed, and she was rapping the lyrics to the song, like a loud lunatic, with her laughing friend chipping in. Aaron chuckled, signalling for a refill, and leaving the change on the counter, his gaze floating easily back to his fur baby.
She had rhythm like no tomorrow, and was gyrating up a storm, her bangles jingling on her raised arms, her nose ring swaying just above her full lips, which took his breath away. Those lips sparked something primal inside, a feeling of carnal longing. He watched as she slowly slid the thick coat down her back playfully, in a kind of sensual manoeuvre, revealing ample breasts and curves for days.
This girl had Aaron's attention more than peaked.
She was not just beautiful, but sensational looking, in a sexy alternative kind of way, with her wild locks, piercings and striking features. She looked carefree, and confident in her overt sexiness, oblivious to all the male eyes fixed on her sensual movements.
Huh...I like me some of that, Aaron mused, intent on making his move before another brother beat him to it. He had had a few hook ups at The Globe on several occasions already. The girls who came here were pretty gorgeous, but this girl he hadn't seen before, she is friggin' exceptional.
Retrieving his fresh beer and quenching the sudden dryness in his throat, he pushed off from the bar ... no time like the present.
Making his way through the crowd, Aaron eased up to her, watching her rap with her eyes still shut, unaware of his presence. Leaning in, he placed two chosen words in her ear. "Too sweet."
Her eyes snapped open, and she immediately backed-up.
Her friend edged defensively nearer, watching as Aaron rocked back on his heels, with a wicked smile plastered on his face, taking another swig from his bottle.
The friend batted her eyelids, still sizing him up, her smile softening the initial expression of aggression, as if she was still suspicious but liked what she saw. Eventually a smile cracked the side of her mouth, just as Aaron's fur lady came back at him, coming close, until her cleavage was hovering under his gaze like temptation itself.
"What you say?" the fur lady barked, shoulders squared, chin raised.
"You heard me," Aaron replied smoothly, fixing his eyes on her, and trailing them over her breasts, the length of her tight black leather mini-dress, down to and lingering provocatively on her legs. One sexy ass body, Aaron smiled, satisfied with his detailed perusal. By the time his eyes raised to hers, she was smiling, enjoying his suggestive appreciation of her body.
Her friend sucked her teeth in feigned protest at what was most obviously going down.
"You think you're all that?" fur lady offered, her tone more tempting than aggressive, removing and folding her fur coat over one arm, her hands moving to her hips, akimbo.
"Think? I know, foxy furs." He pointed at the coat with a smile. "By the way, didn't no one tell you it's friggin' hot in here?"
"Well, here's the thing, didn't no one tell you I can wear what the hell I want, when I want?"
If looks could kill.
Aaron released a chuckle, his hazel eyes dancing playfully. I really like her. This woman was beyond hot, she was quick, witty, and out of the ordinary. He liked her feisty nature, her ability to provoke.
"I'm glad you did. You stick out." Like a queen, he was going to add, but held back, deciding to keep those cards close to his chest.” Lucid Dreaming © 2017 L. S. Bergman
January 6, 2017
New Release
One to check out! New release, Lucid Dreaming...hope you will enjoy #JustLove
January 1, 2017
Coming soon
Happy New Year! Here's hoping for a peaceful, happy and love-filled 2017.
Today's sample is from Lucid Dreaming, which I'll be releasing in a 'lil bit!
Lucid Dreaming tells the story of Jules Logan, an oft fickle, creative soul, in desperate need of some love and understanding, who's had her fair share of life's hard knocks. Her defense mechanism? To live life on her terms. None of which involves any concept of a relationship. But, things change.
Lucid Dreaming is a lovestory with darker themes. This is Jules's story, a story of struggle, pain, rejection but ultimately redemption. Because everyone is deserving of a second chance.
Sample Sunday from Lucid Dreaming:
“He chuckled. "You're a risk-taker."
"Unrepentently so."
"Except when it comes to me, right? Last night, you bailed!" Aaron's head fell back against the booth, with a quizzical look on his face, as the waitress approached.
Jules was going to say something, but she shut her mouth. She watched his eyes light-up, evidently enjoying the fact that he'd rendered her speechless. The pause in conversation was good for something though.
Jules took the opportunity to check him out, taking in his navy cashmere sweater which clung to a chest she'd shamelessly felt-up last night. She knew it to be gorgeous. His features, indeed every detail of the man, was being once again saved to memory, his flawlessly smooth caramel complexion and chiseled features, his eyes framed by thick, long lashes, hypnotic eyes. Beautiful eyes. Her heart quickened.
"I had my reasons," Jules said, clenching her thighs together, hoping he hadn't noticed. Thoughts of cutting to the chase and having a wild romp with Aaron were making her dizzy.
Continue reading: https://lsbergman.com/2017/01/01/samp...
Today's sample is from Lucid Dreaming, which I'll be releasing in a 'lil bit!
Lucid Dreaming tells the story of Jules Logan, an oft fickle, creative soul, in desperate need of some love and understanding, who's had her fair share of life's hard knocks. Her defense mechanism? To live life on her terms. None of which involves any concept of a relationship. But, things change.
Lucid Dreaming is a lovestory with darker themes. This is Jules's story, a story of struggle, pain, rejection but ultimately redemption. Because everyone is deserving of a second chance.
Sample Sunday from Lucid Dreaming:
“He chuckled. "You're a risk-taker."
"Unrepentently so."
"Except when it comes to me, right? Last night, you bailed!" Aaron's head fell back against the booth, with a quizzical look on his face, as the waitress approached.
Jules was going to say something, but she shut her mouth. She watched his eyes light-up, evidently enjoying the fact that he'd rendered her speechless. The pause in conversation was good for something though.
Jules took the opportunity to check him out, taking in his navy cashmere sweater which clung to a chest she'd shamelessly felt-up last night. She knew it to be gorgeous. His features, indeed every detail of the man, was being once again saved to memory, his flawlessly smooth caramel complexion and chiseled features, his eyes framed by thick, long lashes, hypnotic eyes. Beautiful eyes. Her heart quickened.
"I had my reasons," Jules said, clenching her thighs together, hoping he hadn't noticed. Thoughts of cutting to the chase and having a wild romp with Aaron were making her dizzy.
Continue reading: https://lsbergman.com/2017/01/01/samp...
