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Maybe you pretend you don’t. Maybe you clear your browser history religiously. Maybe you pretend to be aghast whenever someone even mentions the word porn in your presence.
But the truth is that you do know me.
Everybody knows Logan O’Toole, world famous porn star.
Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon I’m doing things that aren’t like me—like texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again.
With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan O’Toole isn’t the guy I thought he was.
So maybe I’m not the guy you thought I was either.
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender.
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City
What’s worse than a cocky new guy at school? A cocky new guy with a killer body and the attention of every female at school. Hadley can tell the minute she lays eyes on Caynan that he’s someone to avoid. He may have looks and charm, but he’s also got heartbreak written all over his pretty face.
Unfortunately for Hadley, Caynan has his sights set on her. She’s the one girl who doesn’t want him. The one girl who’s turned off by his charm. The one girl who challenges him like no other. And, though she couldn’t possibly know the truth about him, she seems to be the one girl who really sees him.
But with Caynan, things aren’t at all what they seem. His secrets have secrets and everything out of his mouth straddles the line between truth and fiction. He knows better than to get involved with anyone, especially with his time limited in the new town, but he just can’t seem to get Hadley out of his mind. Too bad for him, secrets never remain secrets for long.
Review
God, I am so mad at myself. Why do you ask? Because usually when I am reading a book I highlight and make a million notes about what is going on and my favorite parts so that I can write my review easily. And, you know what? I didn’t highlight or take a single note and here is why! I was in this story. I mean, seriously glued to it like a crazy person. Not one single note. Not one single highlight. Gah! I am really mad at myself but all I can say to the author is “Way to go J. Nathan, you made me forget. You brought me so far into your world that I was living it and so in the moment that I simply forgot about everything else.'” This book is just fabulous and probably my favorite so far from this author.
I took a chance on author J. Nathan by picking up a book of hers one day on netgalley and now every time I see a book of hers on there I snatch it up. I love when I find an author I love purely by taking a chance. Not on a recommendation or hearing about a certain book. It feels like fate when I find these gems because I have since read three books of hers and have loved every one of them but Before Hadley really took the cake. And this is why.: The angst! Oh, the ungodly amount of angst. The rip out your heart, stomp all over it and throw it the garbage disposal angst. God, this book was hard. Mostly because I seriously didn’t expect it to go the way it did. Because I loved Caynan too much for that to happen. Because I sympathized with him and just knew that the author wouldn’t do that to me. But she did, and it hurt so good. Lord mercy, all of this author’s books touch on subjects that hurt and are hard but this one really was just so sad and difficult and I simply loved every stinking minute of it.
Seriously, get this one right now if you love a book that is sexy, sweet, amazing, and puts your through the emotional wringer. I adored it and cannot recommend it enough. Author J. Nathan I love to hate you! I love to hate you.
Eden Walker used to be a good girl. She followed the rules, obeyed her parents, and reaped the benefits. Until the night one wrong step showed her that all that glitter is not gold. Now she’s starting over, trying to do things on her own terms, and find the passion she’s only dreamt about.
Sebastian Stone never expected to find love. His past is too painful for him to imagine letting someone in enough to love. He’s happy focusing on his security company, and he’s happy with his one-night-stands. Until he bumps into Eden, a blast from his past.
Sebastian makes Eden realize she’s still scared to follow the passion she knows is missing from her life. Eden is the woman for him, but can Sebastian convince Eden to follow her dreams all the way through? Or will circumstances beyond her control pull them apart?
REVIEW
The past versus the future is the battle for both Sebastian and Eden. Can they both let go of their pasts? And let go of some of the rigid control they crave and live by because of previous traumatic experiences? So they can maybe begin to live their lives to the full and maybe even trust each other enough to give their hearts, which will allow them both to have some well deserved beauty in their lives.
“I don’t just mean do you trust that I won’t hurt you, but do you trust that I know what’s best right now? That I know what you want, how you want it? That I know what you need? Do you trust me to do all that?”
A really beautiful and intense love story about two people who have had horrible experiences and have horrible parents; a couple who deserve safety, security, love and beauty after everything they have been through.
“You still haven’t figured it out, Eden. With me, you’re able to lose control. That’s why this works. It’s one of the main reasons it works.”
Eden was really a female lead I could look up to. She has faced such a traumatic experience and suffered under her awful parents who are really no parents at all and yet she remains strong, independent and determined to live her life away from her controlling parents and not let the past destroy her.
“Because that’s all I do, Sebastian. You are all I think about. You fill my vision until there is nothing else. You’re all I see. All I feel.”
Sebastian is definitely an alpha male and has built up strong defences and high walls to protect himself. After watching his father fall quickly in love and even quicker out of it he is determined to never let a woman get close enough for that to happen. But his knight in shining armour persona comes through when he sees Eden having a panic attack and from them on he knows he needs to cherish her, protect her, and maybe even love her.
“With Sebastian, she could let go, she could trust herself with him around her, she could push herself to limits that she hadn’t even dared to think about until now.”
This was just a really beautiful story of two people falling in love; two people who truly deserved it but also two people who have suffered and so their relationship doesn’t happen easily and they both have to overcome issues. Love, friendship, heartache, trauma, trust and strength are all present in this story which kept me gripping my kindle tightly and crossing my fingers hoping both Eden and Sebastian got their happily ever after!
The Teach Me series starts off with the story of Raine and Mac, the most unlikely of best friends…
Taken from his parents and bounced from one foster home to the next, former Navy SEAL turned math teacher, Callum “Mac” Mackenzie had a rough childhood. The only time he’s let himself get attached to anyone has been with his military “brothers”. He’s convinced he doesn’t know how to love and certainly doesn’t “do” relationships. He’s spent fourteen years in the Navy and now he gets to live out his other dream: teaching.
Her thirtieth birthday fast approaching, science teacher, Raine Thompson feels as if her time to find “the one” is running out. She knows life is short, especially after dealing with breast cancer two years ago, and wants to experience her own happily ever after. But is it in the cards for her?
Finally acting on the simmering attraction they have long ignored, Raine and Mac decide to have a fling and they discover what it’s like to have someone who knows you inside out also be the one who makes your body come alive.
But it was only temporary…
REVIEW
This is the RC Boldt’s debut novel, and I have to be honest here, folks, I’m struggling and I’m torn. There were a lot of things that I liked about this book – which is making it extremely difficult for me to write a less than stellar review – but there were also some problems that made reading this book a very arduous task for me. Now, let me preface all of this by saying that these are my own personal preferences and some people may not have the same reactions to these issues as I did. So, I’m going to focus more on that in this review than my usual summarization of the story.
The vast majority of this book was told in the third person omniscient point of view. Now I realize, some of you are probably thinking, “what the hell are you yammering on about, Danielle?” Well, really quick for those who don’t know, third person omniscient point of view (TPOPOV) is a method of storytelling in which the narrator (a third person who is not part of the story) is privy to the thoughts and feelings of the characters. Essentially, it’s a retelling of the events of the story, in real time, by a someone who is not only observing them unfold but also has the benefit of knowing what the characters are thinking and feeling without the characters having to express their thoughts or feelings outwardly. The use of pronouns such as “he” or “she” are the telling hallmarks of the TPOPOV. Lots of books are told in third person POV, like Pride and Prejudice for example, and the vast majority of the time I don’t mind it. But in this instance, where there were randomly interspersed, and often awkwardly placed, shifts from the third person to first person point of view, the experience was jarring and disjointed. It was like ‘literary’ stumbling for me because these point of view shifts were often quite abrupt.
For example, during the first intimate scene, instead of reading this scene as a first person portrayal, it was basically told to me in third person voice, and it just didn’t work. It was almost as if the narrator and I were standing out in the hall while the two main characters went at it in the bedroom. The narrator was in the doorway watching events unfold in the bedroom and TELLING me what was going on. I didn’t observe, feel or experience anything – everything that was happening was relayed back to me, kind of like a sportscaster’s play-by-play, and it was done in an almost matter-of-fact manner as well. (Which was another problem in and of itself – lots of matter-of-fact type descriptions and recounting of events going on.) When I spoke to my blogger bosses about this book and how I was feeling, I asked them if they had ever taken their kids to the library for story time. Of course, being book bloggers, they said yes. I said that reading this story for me was like that: I was sitting crisscross-applesauce style on the floor at the librarian’s feet while she read this to me.
The pace of this book was very, very slow, I actually fought against the urge to skim and skip ahead at times, and I think that can also be attributed to the drawn-out nature of a TPOPOV narration. If it had been told in first person, or “real time,” I think it would have moved faster or, at least, it would have felt like it did. Generally speaking, my preferred romantic hero is a much more alpha male than this book’s hero was. Yep, folks, you heard it right: I like ‘em bossy and dominant, determined and dirty. And Mac, while he was a really nice guy, he just did not embody any of the traits of my ideal male romance story lead. He was just so nice. Which leads me to another one of my issues – everything was just so nice. Nothing hot, everything was a nice, safe lukewarm. Even the most angsty portion of the book, the ‘misunderstanding’ that tears them apart, didn’t cause me to have any strong emotions – no wrenching gut, no aching heart, no sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. There just was no feeling like what they were facing was a potential deal-breaker or like it could possibly be something that they might not be able to work through. This was a comfy-slippers, fluffy-robe type of story, not a garters, fishnets and stilettos one. Know what I mean? Nothing wrong with comfy, nothing at all, but for me, my personal taste is a story that has a much edgier tone to it.
There were elements of this story that I really did like, though, and it is by no means all doom and gloom here. I really liked all of the characters a lot. This was a fun and quirky group of friends, there wasn’t a single one of them that I didn’t like. The author planted seeds for future books that I can easily admit do interest me. Will they be enough for me to one-click in the future? I don’t know right now, I’m on the fence. But, if your tastes tend toward a story that is a bit on the sweet side, one with just a little bit of heat, a light and easy, low angst, comfy-cozy, tame story, then this book would absolutely fit the bill, and I’m confident that you’ll love RC Boldt’s Wildest Dream.
she became an orphan and her childhood spiraled into darkness. She spent years
lying, hiding, and avoiding any love offered to her until she was old enough to
run away from all the threats of her past.
Now twenty-two, Taylor doesn’t think she’s worth more than being the kind of
girl a guy hooks up with in the back room of a bar after her band plays. She
definitely isn’t the one you bring home to meet Mom and Dad.
An unlikely rescue puts her in Ethan’s sight. He’s her total opposite, though.
Ethan is a sexy dork who sees beyond Taylor’s guarded exterior. He sees past
the tattoos and piercings. He sees her.
But they both have secrets capable of destroying their relationship. And if
Taylor’s past ever catches up with her, the consequences could be deadly.
What Reviewers Are Saying…
“Taylor and Ethan SWOON !! I loved them so much. Not a typical love story at all. So many pieces to this book were refreshing and new. I couldn’t get enough of these two together and that is just a piece of the story!” -We Stole Your Book Boyfriend
“What a thrilling, exciting and unexpected roller coaster of a book that has been one of my favourite reads this year! We have so many twists, so many brilliant characters, romance and drama, with a thrilling plot line that seriously will keep you guessing the whole way through.” -Red Cheeks Reads
“I have never read a romantic suspense like this one. It’s a slow build that suddenly strikes out and grabs you in the best way possible. There were times when I asked myself “What is HAPPENING right now?!” -Books Need TLC
Excerpt
I shined the enlarger on the paper and picked up the photo
after I turned it off. Ethan was still behind me, and I swallowed as I turned
around. Looking at him in this sexy orange lighting was really—
A quiet popping noise invaded our silent room, and the
orange light went out, leaving us in darkness. I flinched in surprise, brushing
against Ethan. He put his hands on my arms. “The light burned out.”
I laughed, trying to distract myself from my tingly arms. “Yeah, Captain
Obvious. I can tell.”
He laughed softly. “I have another one, I’ll go change it. We just have
to…” His grip tightened, and he drew me closer to him as he turned me so we
switched places. One hand moved from my
arm and to my back as his voice dropped. “…trade places. Because it’s on
the shelf.”
“Right,” I whispered. When he shifted us, I
dropped the paper, but I really couldn’t have cared less now that his arms were
around me. Without thinking, I reached out and held my breath when my fingers
brushed against smooth skin. I trailed to
the side and found his hair. Moving along the side of his face, I stopped right
before his chin and hesitated. Touching him was so ballsy. He might not want me doing this.
When I stopped, he let out a soft groan, and his fingers moved under the hem of
my shirt, barely grazing the skin of my lower back. I took a shaky breath and
raised my other hand, tracing the planes of his face, the one line across his
forehead, the rise and fall of his glasses, the bridge of his nose, and the
indent in his chin, so slight it was barely noticeable. His thin top lip. His
full bottom one. Over and over again, and his breaths came out deep as his
fingers kept moving lightly against my bare skin.
I whimpered as he put his other hand on the side of my face. Fucking whimpered.
“I like this,” he whispered, as his fingers followed my
eyebrows, over the piercing and down toward my cheek.
I kept tracing his lips as he touched me, all too aware
of the strong ache between my legs.
“Me, too,” I breathed.
My pulse echoed in my head as his hand rested under my
chin with his thumb on my lip ring. Neither one of us moved.
I couldn’t fucking handle it anymore. “Ethan?”
“Yes?” his soft voice replied.
“Kiss me already.”
About the Author
Kelly Lincoln is the author of Insignificant and Beyond Repair. She enjoys reading, inappropriate jokes, all things Disney, and spending time with her family. She lives in the northeast and drinks way too much Diet Coke.
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I thought we would get it out of our system and move on.
One of us did.
One of us left.
Now he’s back, looking at me like he wants to devour me. And all those feelings I’d turned into anger are brewing into something else, something that terrifies me.
He broke my heart last time.
This time he’ll obliterate it.
This is a standalone.
EXCERPT
“Look at me, Elle,” he says, using the deliciously low demanding voice that once made my toes curl and my eyes roll back, and I have no choice but to tilt my head to give him my attention. “Forget those lame guys you’re dating.
Let me take you out.”
My heart, if possible, spikes further in my chest, overriding all warning of the impending chaos that’s sure to come. I try turning my attention to the poster hanging beside me, but the kissing couple makes me look back at him and the deep green eyes that are burning into mine. My stomach does a flip-flop, the way it always does when he looks at me that way and I try to take my hands back because these feelings are too scary for me to deal with right now, but he holds them tighter, bringing them up to his mouth and kissing the tip of my ring finger. Why did he pick that finger to kiss? I pull harder and he finally lets my hand drop.
“I can’t,” I say, my voice coming out hoarse.
A myriad of emotions flash in his eyes before they settle on determination and I’m forced to take a step back, away from his scent, away from his warmth, and into the cold closet behind me.
“Why not?”
I sigh, finally looking away, back down to his naked feet. “I just can’t.” He knows why not. He shouldn’t ask me that question. “What’s Vic doing, anyway?”
His body moves into mine so quickly that I don’t have time to react to his large hands clutching my arms or his face dropping until we’re nose to nose. I just stare, wide eyed, waiting for his lips to fall over mine, but they don’t. He just looks at me, breathes on me, lets me breathe on him, and he groans. And that fucking groan travels from his body into mine and crawls into the core of me, draping over every fiber inside of me.
“What do you want, Oliver?” I whisper against his lips. “What do you want from me? You want to kiss me? You want to fuck me? You want to come into my life like the hurricane that you are and tear down everything I’ve rebuilt and disappear just as quickly?”
His lips brush slightly against mine, just a breath of a touch as he stands there, crowding me like he’s about to devour me. But he won’t. He never goes in for the kill. He just lures me, casts me, reels me in and pulls away. His hands drop and his face leaves mine with the same quickness and I feel a pang deep inside me that I wish wasn’t there.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, shaking his head in a movement that makes his hair sway back and forth. His eyes are soft on mine now and I can almost hear his thoughts: I should have never kissed her. I should have never—
My brows rise in surprise at the apology, though. There are so many things I can say to him, but the sudden defeated look in his eyes keeps my mouth shut. Finally, I exhale and push off the wall, standing in front of him, with enough distance between us that we can’t reach out and touch each other.
“It’s okay just… don’t do it again. The kiss the other day was a mistake…” I stop talking and walk past him, putting my bra away and sorting through my underwear drawer like it has some sort of hidden treasure or something. This time when I feel him come up behind me, I drop my head and exhale. He really needs to stop sneaking up behind me.
“Oli—“ I start and gasp when I feel his lips on the back of my neck, soft and warm. My heart thunders and my hands begin to shake inside the drawer so I close my eyes and focus on breathing. He drops another kiss right beside that spot. I never knew the back of my neck was so sensitive. The feeling sends a ripple of sensation down my arms and through my body.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he says in a husky whisper that makes my flesh break out in goose bumps. “You’ve never been a mistake. You want me to tell your brother that I want to take you out? Is that what it would take?”
About the Author:
Claire Contreras graduated with her BA in Psychology from Florida International University. She lives in Miami, Florida with her husband, two little boys, and three dogs.
Her favorite past times are: daydreaming, writing, and reading.
She has been described as a random, sarcastic, crazy girl with no filter.
Life is short, and it’s more bitter than sweet, so she tries to smile as often as her face allows. She enjoys stories with happy endings, because life is full of way too many unhappy ones.
Whoever said singles were missing out by not finding true love and getting married before the age of thirty had never experienced the sheer pleasure of nightly romantic comedy viewings in their underwear while eating one of Licked’s famous Crazy Cat Lady sundaes. Because life just doesn’t get better than that.
At least, it doesn’t for Shayne Callahan. It didn’t take more than a handful of broken hearts after college to solidify that she was better at pairing up those around her than herself. As a matchmaker at the elite HLS—Hook, Line, & Sinker Matchmaking Company—in the City of Angels, she has a knack for finding the other halves of even the most eccentric clients:
Sugar daddy with a foot fetish? Gross, but no problem.
A severe case of nudophobia? Match made before lunch.
But even the most happily independent of women can find their best-laid plans screeching to a halt when they meet that guy. For Shayne, that guy comes in the form of boyishly handsome, suspender-lovin’, dimple-poppin’ Nate Ryan on a pantsless (we’ll get to that later) Metro ride.
Of course, relationships can never be easy. Before the destined lovers can ride off into the sunset, they must overcome a power-hungry and sexual-punning boss, a celebrity scandal and cover-up, and let’s not forget Shayne’s dreadful foot-in-mouth disease—with which there can never be a happily ever after.
Will fate throw Shayne a freakin’ bone? Or will she be destined to live out her life as sexy(ish), single(ish), and L.A.’s finest Hooker (upper)?
Nate nodded toward my legs. “Your pants are making me hungry.”
Aaaand that was the point where I stopped breathing. Except to say, “What?”
His eyes trailed down my body and rested on my thighs. Self-conscious, I looked down, almost sighing with relief when I realized my lower half was indeed covered this time, but that feeling went away pretty fucking fast when I saw the ice cream cones on my pajama pants practically flinging themselves at him.
Yes, I’d gone out in public in pajamas, so sue me. I hadn’t counted on running into…well, anybody.
“Oh. Oh yeah, um…I like ice cream,” I mumbled. “Especially from Licked, my friend Ryleigh’s store, although I have to say, her boozy shakes are unreal, especially the Make Me Quake Shake, which has these amazing pieces of those Ferrero Rocher balls in them, and they just give it the perfect amount of crunch so that you—” I stopped and took a breath when I noticed his grin getting wider. I swallowed and then said, “Not that I go there all the time or anything. Because I don’t. I mean, I’ve only been once or twice. You know…to taste test. Actually, I never eat sweets.”
He laughed then, and those penetrating eyes, tinged with more green than brown today, made their way up my body once more, pausing with what looked like amusement at my full hands. Then his gaze was on me and those dimples were out in full force.
“That’s too bad,” he said. “I’ve got a helluva sweet tooth.”
Wait…was he flirting with me? Was that a come-on? Or just stating a fact?
“Yeah, well, in that case your dentist probably hates you,” I said, readjusting the cold-ass meals in my arms. I’d be damned if I let those suckers go now. I’d tied my jacket around my waist, and my thin tank top would reveal a tit-bit more than I needed him to see.
He chuckled at that. Hmm. He had a nice chuckle. And a husky laugh. Both of which made my eyes zoom in on his throat. I wondered if it was as warm as it looked. He must’ve caught me staring, because he coughed, bringing my attention back to his face. His eyes were twinkling something wicked.
“You might be right about that,” he said. “Maybe I don’t like people telling me what to do. Or dictating what I can and can’t put in my mouth.”
My mouth dropped open, but I quickly snapped it shut. This guy was obviously a charmer, and after dealing with guys like him all day, the last thing I would do was fall prey to another arrogant playboy. Nope. Not me. Not gonna happen.
Book Trailer
About The Author
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.
She is the author of the international bestselling romantic comedy series, L.A. Liaisons (“Licked” and “Hooker), as well as Flash Point and The Desperate Man series. The latter, co-authored with Ella Frank, has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts.
If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find – just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.
Whoever said singles were missing out by not finding true love and getting married before the age of thirty had never experienced the sheer pleasure of nightly romantic comedy viewings in their underwear while eating one of Licked’s famous Crazy Cat Lady sundaes. Because life just doesn’t get better than that.
At least, it doesn’t for Shayne Callahan. It didn’t take more than a handful of broken hearts after college to solidify that she was better at pairing up those around her than herself. As a matchmaker at the elite HLS—Hook, Line, & Sinker Matchmaking Company—in the City of Angels, she has a knack for finding the other halves of even the most eccentric clients:
Sugar daddy with a foot fetish? Gross, but no problem.
A severe case of nudophobia? Match made before lunch.
But even the most happily independent of women can find their best-laid plans screeching to a halt when they meet that guy. For Shayne, that guy comes in the form of boyishly handsome, suspender-lovin’, dimple-poppin’ Nate Ryan on a pantsless (we’ll get to that later) Metro ride.
Of course, relationships can never be easy. Before the destined lovers can ride off into the sunset, they must overcome a power-hungry and sexual-punning boss, a celebrity scandal and cover-up, and let’s not forget Shayne’s dreadful foot-in-mouth disease—with which there can never be a happily ever after.
Will fate throw Shayne a freakin’ bone? Or will she be destined to live out her life as sexy(ish), single(ish), and L.A.’s finest Hooker (upper)?
Review
OMG, you guys! I loved Hooker more than I loved Licked and I really loved Licked. Goodness Brooke Blaine does fandamntabulous romantic comedy and I have come to realize why. Her writing is spot on. Her romance is sweet and super steamy. But here is the real kicker and this is what some romantic comedy authors fail at is the comedy. It isn’t ridiculous and over the top. It isn’t too slap stick. It is something that could totally happen to anyone and it is still completely hilarious! I just love Brooke Blaine’s writing style. I got an author crush, y’all!
“Bring it the hell on.”
This story was so great and I think a big part of that is the amazing heroine! Shayne is hilarious and gets herself into really funny situations and her reaction to younger stud and dimpled Nate was just to die for. I love a heroine that plays a bit hard to get and Shayne really took the cake at times. Nate was pretty awesome too in his constant perusal of Shayne, plus I just loved that he was a bit younger! RAWR! I also really enjoyed revisiting with these girls. Their antics are so very entertaining and it was nice to catch up with them. I cannot wait to find out who is in the next book!
‘I was saving myself for Prince Harry and that was that. We redheads have to stick together.’
If you are a fan of fun romantic comedies with plenty of steam, then this is definitely the book for you. Brooke Blaine hasn’t disappointed me yet and she has turned into one of my go to authors for a good laugh with a dash of smoking hot! You definitely do not need to read Licked to enjoy Hooker but you should, well, because it is awesome! Go on, grab them both!
After a frigid shower to wash away my dirty thoughts, I enter the galley to grab a snack. As I lean into the fridge, two strong hands wrap around my middle. A squeak escapes me as Chase lifts me into his arms and sits me on the counter.
“You okay, Princess?” He grins mischievously at me.
“I’m perfect,” I allow my fingers to trail down his chest. “There is one problem I might need your help with.” I continue to run my hands down the V of his torso, dipping inside the waistband of his jeans.
“And what’s that?” His voice is husky.
I lean into him, place my lips on his, and bite down softly. His mouth parts, and I become ravenous. I’m on edge from the delicious torture of delayed gratification.
“Luciano?” I moan into his mouth.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbles between kisses. “He won’t return until tonight.”
“When did you tell him to stay away?”
“When you were showering. I knew I couldn’t resist you for long.”
“Just wanted to torture me a little?” Slowly he pushes my panties down my thighs and I push forward toward his hand. Tilting my hips up to meet the warmth of his caress. I’m silently begging, pleading with my body for him to touch me. Soft fingers tease my sensitive skin. They dip inside me and then find the wonderfully sensitive spot buried deep within. My body starts to quiver as he pushes upward with his fingers massaging me, bringing me so close I’m teetering on the brink of eruption but just as I’m about to explode he pulls back leaving me vacant and greedy for more. Reaching into his jean pocket he grabs a condom then rips it open before he aligns himself against my core.
Our bodies slowly come together and his lips press firmly into mine. His grip tightens around me as his control wavers. He’s holding back. Letting me adjust to him. I push forward, taking him deeper, and again our bodies meet as he enters me fully. I exhale, relaxing into him, letting him claim me completely. He thrusts in and out, each stroke lighting a fire. The bond between us grows with each move he makes. My heartbeat pounds as he throbs within me. The surge of release tingling as a shiver claims my whole body until I soar higher than I ever thought possible.
Meet Chase Porter in Through Her Eyes on March 20th!
The world of modeling is glamorous, sexy, and the models themselves live like rock stars. The world is their playground and their faces are their trademarks.
They may be considered beautiful or handsome, but not everything is handed to them on a silver platter. The days are long, the physical requirements can be grueling, and love doesn’t come easy when you’re jet setting around the globe.
For three Models on Top, finding success in this competitive profession is almost as hard as their abs, but they did it. Although their million dollar smiles make billions of women swoon, each has a journey they must travel to find the one piece that’s missing from their lives—Love.
Everything you’ve heard about modeling is true, and you haven’t heard the half of it.
It’s glamorous.
It’s sexy.
And yes, the line between work and reality often blurs.
We’re not just prototypes of perfection. Models have feelings and desires, too. We may be genetically gifted, but we’re still human.
I’m only human. Yes, an extraordinary specimen that earns more in a day than most make in a year, but this eight pack didn’t create itself. I spend hours working on this body. The good looks just come natural. *Winks* Thanks, Mom and Dad.
I’m Danny Weston, Supermodel.
But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back.
Reese Carmichael is the one woman I would give it all up for, and the only one I can’t have. Yet.
Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and wiling her days away lost in a good book and the movies.
With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the worlds those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing journeys with emotion while injecting an underlying passion into her own stories.
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
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New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and wiling her days away lost in a good book and the movies.