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
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