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Saturday, May 10, 2014

He's No Saint by AJ Harmon... Blog Tour

hes no saint
he's no saint
He's No Saint by AJ Harmon.
Becoming a priest wasn’t his plan, but when Tyler Oswin suffers a tragic loss, the safety of the church seemed the perfect place to find solace and peace. Now Father Hugh, he works and tries to do good but his carnal nature always seems to get in the way of fully committing to his new profession. Amy Lansing felt lost as a teenager after her father died and deals with her loneliness by joining the convent. She’s not living - she’s hiding. Holding onto the past is keeping her from dealing with her future and when she meets Father Hugh, her heart starts beating again, despite knowing that there can never be anything more than a friendship between them. With all that has happened in the past, and the difficulty of their current situation, it seems that neither Tyler nor Amy will find the happily ever after they are both desperately searching for. But love has a way of bringing them together, only to find that his sins from the past will threaten their future. He’s No Saint is a love story for all who believe in fighting for love. It is a stand-alone novel written by AJ Harmon, author of the best-selling series First Class Novels. “Phenomenal” and “Breathtakingly beautiful” is how this romance novel has been described by readers.
Excerpt
Charlie was a parishioner that had lived a couple of blocks from St. Mary’s his entire life. He’d grown up in the neighborhood, married a girl he’d known since 1st grade, Ruby, and they settled in the same apartment building as his parents. Charlie and Ruby were inseparable, not blessed with children, but that did not affect their deep and eternal love for one another. Ruby had died many years before after a long battle with Alzheimer’s disease, Charlie becoming her caregiver in her final days. Father Casey had known the couple well, but Ruby had passed before Father Hugh had arrived. But Charlie had made an impression and Father Hugh loved to visit with him as often as he could. He was in awe of Charlie’s desire to be reunited with his Ruby… to feel her hand in his and see her smile again. It almost made him believe in love.
On this particular day, Charlie now in a nursing home, the phone rang in the nunnery to tell the Sisters that Charlie was nearing the end. He’d asked to see the new nun… the pretty one, and to have Father Hugh come and hear his final confession. Sister Agnes was heartbroken as she informed Sister Meredith of the request. Father Hugh was also saddened to hear that this would be his last time with Charlie, but quickly changed out of his work clothes and waited for Sister Meredith to accompany him to the nursing home.
They drove in silence the short distance and hurried down the white halls to find Charlie propped up in bed, his breathing labored. Sister Meredith took the old man’s hand in hers as she sat by his bed and smiled down at him.
“I’m glad you came,” Charlie smiled. “I wanted your beautiful eyes to be the last thing I saw on this earth.”
“That’s very kind of you,” she blushed. “I’ll stay as long as you’d like.”
“It won’t be long,” the nurse whispered, looking at the monitors.
With a sacred reverence, Father Hugh performed last rites and eased Charlie’s conscience by hearing his confession, all the while refusing to let go of Sister Meredith’s hand. His hand relaxed slightly as he drifted in and out of consciousness and occasionally had a smile on his lips.
“What do you think he’s thinking about?” Sister Meredith asked.
“No clue,” Father Hugh replied.
“You don’t think he’s excited about going to be with Ruby?”
“I guess he might be,” he shrugged.
“You must believe in heaven,” she gasped.
He didn’t answer straight away. There was a sadness to his expression that made her curious.
“You do believe in heaven, don’t you?” she asked again. “Heaven is where we will live for eternity with our families, our loved ones, our pets.”
“I’m sure you will get to have that,” he acknowledged. “You are a good person who deserves to have a heaven. All good people go to heaven.” Like Melanie, he thought to himself.
“I believe they do,” she agreed.
“Just not me,” he whispered to himself.
Sister Meredith didn’t hear him and tilted her head in thought. “What do you think about hell?”
“There is a hell,” he assured her.
“I know what I’m supposed to think about hell, but some days I wonder if it’s as bad as we’re made to think,” she admitted.
“I’m afraid that hell will be knowing that no one in heaven misses me when I don’t arrive. I’ve been a disappointment to my parents, Father Casey, and to God, and nobody in heaven is gonna miss me.”
“No! You are a good man Father Hugh and I cannot imagine you ever being a disappointment.”
“You don’t know me very well then,” he smirked.
Charlie gasped for air, his final breaths difficult. “Ruby,” he smiled and then he was gone.
The monitors beeped, Charlie’s chest exhaled for the last time and a tear fell from Sister Meredith’s cheek. She smiled as she glanced up at the priest, knowing that Charlie and Ruby were together again... in heaven. “They’re happy again.”
Father Hugh just nodded and they left the nursing home, each of them in their own thoughts. Sister Meredith felt a peace at Charlie’s passing, but Father Hugh felt restless and uneasy. As a priest, it was his job to preach of heaven and set the example of how to get there. As a man, he was sure he had no hope of ever reaching eternal glory and presumed he was headed in the opposite direction.
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Sadeness by Enigma Demons by Imagine Dragons All of Me by John Legend Love Me Again by John Newman Monster by Eminem You’re All I Have by Snow Patrol Unconditionally by Katy Perry Let me love you by Ne-Yo Back at One by Brian McKnight Because You Love Me by JoDee Messina

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My Review: **** 4 Star****  I can thoroughly say that I liked this book a lot. It had a great storyline. Although some may not like the fact that is was about a Catholic priest and his love for pleasure. It truly was about a real man falling for a woman and sacrificing his undying love not only to her but also to his sacred one. It was a very heartfelt story one that I am sure happens quit often in today's society. You just never know where your life can lead you and who you fall madly, deeply in love with. Father Hugh overcame many obstacles of healing himself over love when he falls for Sister Mary. You don't want to miss out on this great book.****
  About the Author Aj harom AJ was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia, and currently resides in the United States. She has been married to the love of her life for 29 years and has two grown children, and a dog named Max. She is an avid reader, writer and wannabe chef. New romance author AJ Harmon published her first romance novel "First Class to New York" after accepting a challenge from a friend to write a book. She self-published the book on November 17, 2012 in Amazon's Kindle eBook store as a contemporary romance. "I just write about what I like to read as a romance novel enthusiast myself," stated Harmon in a press release. It must be working as readers from around the world have downloaded thousands and thousands of her books and left rave reviews across the internet. AJ Harmon's 'First Class' romance series is available in paperback on Amazon and for digital eBook download from the Kindle store. She has released all nine of the books in this series of contemporary love stories, including a boxed set that includes a bonus novella, has released the first book, San Diego, in her new series, Sky Romance Novels, and her new stand-alone novel, He's No Saint, will be released in May 2014. You can follow AJ Harmon on her website, www.ajharmon.com, GoodReads, Facebook, www.facebook.com/authorAJHarmon, Twitter @1stClassNovels, and YouTube.  
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Thursday, May 8, 2014

FLAME, #2 in the Fierce Series by Clarissa Wild...


FLAME, #2 in the Fierce Series, is out now!

 

Links

Kindle US: Amazon
Kindle UK: Amazon
Nook: Barnes&Noble
Other e-reader: Google Play
All formats: Smashwords
All formats: All Romance

Kobo: Coming Soon ...


 

Synopsis

This is book 2 in the Fierce Series, and it is the conclusion to Autumn and Hunter's story. It is recommended that you read book 1 first: Amazon

When trust is challenged and desire takes control, is love enough to conquer fear?

When geeky book nerd Autumn Blakewood falls for the cocky, confident fighter Hunter Bane she knows she’s in for life. Their undeniable connection, fueled by the desire to protect, grows stronger every passing second. However, the need to feel cherished threatens her college graduation, family bonds, and future, tearing her apart, but she won’t give up on Hunter so easily …

After he was abandoned by his family, Hunter Bane struggles to cope with daily life. Having a learning disability turns every task into a challenge. With his brother now free, Hunter feels the pressure to succeed and take care of the people he loves, forcing him to choose between college and a job. Hunter’s devotion to Autumn keeps him on the right path. His infatuation with her turns lust into passion, drawing out his alpha tendencies. But with affection comesadmission, putting a strain on their relationship as secrets are exposed and unforeseen circumstances spiral out of control.

Being complete opposites, their love is flaming hot, but it burns away all inhibitions, unveiling the fears that were locked deep inside. As past and present collide, difficult choices must be made. Can Autumn and Hunter’s love survive this ultimate test?

 

What others have to say:

"Brilliant conclusion to the series!!" -- Amazon Review
"It was a hot, sexy, emotional read. I laughed and cried, while reading Flame." -- Amazon Review
"It has everything, and so much more. Surprises I didn't see coming." -- Amazon Review
"This book has some very steamy scenes in it that are extremely well written but borrow a couple of fans before you begin." -- Amazon Review








 

Excerpt


With reddened eyes he stops in front of me, barely inches away from me. His half-mast eyes pierce my soul as he looks down at me. We’re both silently staring at each other, saying with our eyes what we can’t seem to express with words. His fingers draw toward mine like magnets pulled by the inevitable connection between them. We’re on a course toward collision, both fighting the urge to evade and crash. The choice devastating. Impossible.
As his fingers entwine with mine he opens his mouth. “I’m sorry.”
It’s so soft and subtle, and yet so ground-shaking to me.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmurs again. “I should never have said that.”
I sniff, trying to keep the tears at bay, but it’s no use. “I don’t want to move on.”
“You don’t have to.” He inches closer and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Oh god … don’t leave. Please don’t leave me.”
“But you told me to choose …”
“No, you don’t have to,” he says. “It’s my fault. I should’ve told you sooner what I was doing.”
“I tried to call you …” I whisper. “I needed you.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” he says, pulling my hands behind him so he can wrap his arms around me and pull me into his embrace. “I was trying to think of a way to tell you. I was so afraid. Now look what happened.”
I bury my face in his chest, his shirt growing wetter by the second. Neither of us cares about the rain. Right now, all we need is to hold each other.
“I never wanted you to leave. I just felt so powerless. God … I feel so fucking bad about what happened.”
“Me too …” I whisper.
“You have to believe me when I say I’m not just fighting for the sake of it. I’m trying to earn enough money to … to pay for your mother’s medical bills.”
Gasping, I look up into his brilliant grey eyes and blink a few times, unable to comprehend what he just said. “Are you serious?”
“Yes …” He licks the rain off his lips. “I know how much you need your mother … I don’t want you to have to go through that anymore.”
My eyes turn watery again and I burst out in tears.
“Hey, don’t cry,” he says, cupping my chin with his index finger and thumb. “It was supposed to be a good thing. A surprise.”
I chuckle a little. “I can’t believe it. I feel so guilty now.”
“Don’t be. I should’ve explained it sooner. Fighting is the only thing I’m good at, so when me and my brother discovered that this was a gold mine, of course we went for it. Still, I’m a fuck up. All I can do is fuck with people. I can’t do anything worthwhile. Nothing to make you proud … And that’s what made me hesitate to tell you. I want you so badly. For you to look at me and tell the world that I am everything you ever dreamed of, even after all the shit we’ve been through. That I can still rock your world.”
“You still do,” I murmur hugging him tight. “After all of this, I feel incredibly fortunate to have you in my life. Don’t ever say about yourself that you’re not worth it. You’re fighting for my mom. I mean, how big is that? It can’t get any more perfect than that.”


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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The Alphabet Game- Part One: A to E by Andie M. Long

The Alphabet Game- Part One: A to E 
by Andie M. Long




Synopsis: 
Stella Mulroney is playing a game. It's taken her two years but she finally has an interview at Gregory & Sons, the top London law firm that looks after her stepfather's interests. She plans to discover what her Multi-millionaire Stepdaddy really invests in and bring him down. Unwittingly, she's caught the attention of Gabriel 'Gabe' Gregory, son of her Stepfather's top Lawyer. He wants to know why Stella has such a need for revenge and would prefer her to channel that fury into a game of his own, 'The Alphabet Game'. After all, his is much more fun to play … Genre: Erotic Fiction 

Buy Links: UK Kindle: http://amzn.to/1exUppy
US Kindle: http://amzn.to/1hIFTvb

Current reviews: 
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1lhpYZU

Series being released monthly.  Four parts in all. Next F to K released 16 May. 


Excerpt
Getting sexually accosted in Starbucks wasn’t on my to-do list.
My stiletto heels were sharp, like the angles of my razor cut bob and one tapped on the floor as I stood in line, impatient to get my hands on a Latte. The intense aromas in the shop made me crave my morning drink even more. I’d not had time for one before I’d left my apartment this morning, anxious to be punctual for my appointment. I stared ahead at the menu board, careful to avoid catching anyone else’s eye. My lips with their natural pout, enhanced by rose gloss, smacked together as I anticipated my interview at Gregory & Sons, a firm of Solicitors in Westminster in just shy of an hour’s time. Every time I thought of it, butterflies tingled in my stomach.
Lost in the menu, I jump as a warm body brushes past my own, so close I can identify him as male. I turn around, a flash of fire in my cheeks, eyes narrowing.
‘I must apologise, I completely misjudged how to get past.’
I take in the businessman in front of me, holding his drink with a firm hand. His laptop bag hangs over a broad shoulder. Dark brown hair curls around the nape of his neck, like he’s so damn sexy even his hair wants to cop a feel, and his icy grey eyes indicate the casualness of his apology, echoed in his mocking tone.
I tuck my long fringe behind my ear and turn back to face the front. I’m better off just ignoring the creep, hot or not.
‘Seriously, it was an accident. I’m not a pervert, honest.’
I remain facing the front but shrug my shoulders.
‘Well actually,’ he whispers and I shiver as his cool breath tickles my ear, ‘I can be a little perverted, with the right woman.’
I give up and turn towards him, ‘Look, I’m just waiting in line for a coffee, creep, so can you cease the schmooze and bog off? My only interest this morning is in caffeine.’
He sighs, giving me puppy dog eyes and clutches his free hand to his heart. I watch as he begins to speak, noticing he has a larger top than bottom lip. It looks plump and lush and if he wasn’t a psycho I’d be tempted to bite it. I move my gaze to his hand. Now I’m wondering how well defined his pecs are under that shirt. I think I’d better request an ice cold mocha.
‘I’m jealous of caffeine. I can’t help it if your beauty knocked me sideways on this gorgeous Wednesday morning. Please forgive me. I shall go and weep into my flat white.’
I sigh, ‘go away,’ and I turn back to the counter, where the queue has moved up and I hadn’t noticed.
I order my drink. I feel the loss of his presence and so turn around to see where he’s gone. He’s taken a seat in the corner and is opening his laptop. He sees me, winks and goes back to his screen.
Damn. Why did he have to catch me looking at him?

  About this author

Andie M. Long wrote two full length novels before Gabe and Stella entered her mind and so in her usual bonkers fashion decided to self-publish the first novella, having not even written the rest of the series. Something she has smacked herself in the face for since.
Part One of The Alphabet Game went straight to Number One in The UK Amazon Kindle Erotic Short Story chart. She has several published short stories and poems, including an upcoming release for Cracked Eye. Andie has a regular blog at www.wordbohemia.com, ‘The Emergence of the Invisible Writer.’


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Roxy Sloane~ Cover Reveal~ the Seduction

Cover Reveal!

Release day: May 29th

***Part 1 of a filthy, seductive new serial***








You like to think you’re different, special somehow. But trust me, I’ll have you wet and begging for it before you can think of all those bullshit, good girl reasons why not.

I'm your darkest secret. Your dirtiest fantasy.

Who am I?

The Seducer.

And I’ve never lost a case.

Until her. Keely Fawes. My mysterious new target.

Someone wants to destroy her -- and I’m their weapon of choice.

Her secrets could be my undoing. Her innocence will ruin me.

But I don’t care.

I’m going to show her how fucking good it feels to be bad. She’ll come screaming my name if it’s the last thing I do.





About The Author


Roxy Sloane is a romance junkie with a dirty mind. She lives in Los Angeles with her hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy, complex stories about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.

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Monday, May 5, 2014

Rebecca Rohman Love, Lies & the D.A.




Author Bio
Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company, and later for a fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked, just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Love, Lies & The D.A. is her second novel.


 Jada McLean is about to get married in nine days, when she walks in on her fiancé in a little more than a compromising position. Days later, she’s on a trip that she intends to be relaxing and a prelude to her fresh start, when she runs into the rude, obnoxious, but gorgeous Jonathan Kole.
Jonathan Kole is San Francisco’s newest District Attorney. When he finds himself deeply attracted to a stunning beauty, he has no idea that she’s about to get into BIG trouble with the law—and he’ll be the one presiding over her trial. To make matters worse, his father is the lawyer representing her in the high-profile case.
When a series of events force them together over New Year’s weekend, Jonathan’s feelings and ethics will come into question, while Jada comes to terms with the fact that she is falling for the man that will be responsible for attempting to put her behind bars… Little do they know, they're both about to fall into a whirlwind so deep, it will send both their lives spiraling out of control.


 The pretty, young host escorts me to a table for two near a window with panoramic water vistas. Within minutes, a server takes my order. As my café latté arrives, I can’t help but overhear a rude exchange between a man and his leggy blonde with the host that escorted me to my seat.
“Look, I reserved that exact seat yesterday,” he says.
“I apologize sir, but that seat is not available,” the host replies.
“Well, if you were doing your job in the first place, it would be available to me, wouldn’t it?”
“Sir, I’m sorry for the error, but it wasn’t written here. If you like, you can wait at the bar where I’ll be happy to serve you a complimentary beverage of your choice while you wait, or I can accommodate you at an available table now.”
I can’t help but look to see who this asshole is.
Everything about him smells of money. From the designer jeans that hug his ass, all the way to the Jaeger Reverso watch that graces his wrist. He’s hot—probably in his mid to late thirties, tall, broad shoulders, piercing grey eyes, and a head of black hair like I’ve never seen.
Ordinarily, I might have found him attractive, if only he would just shut up.
Everything he says to that poor young girl, who has tried so hard to rectify someone else’s mistake, pisses me off. He’s been nothing but rude and condescending. As I look up, my eyes land straight on his. Then I realize they’re all looking my way. I turn around to look behind me, but there is no one. Then it dawns on me that he’s arguing with the host about my seat.
My meal arrives. I mind my business, and I proceed to enjoy it. Before I know it, I see him approaching my table. I pretend not to notice and focus all my attention on my lemon ricotta pancakes before me, but within seconds, he stands beside me.
“Excuse me, my name is Jonathan Kole. Would you mind terribly if you were seated elsewhere?”
My eyes travel across my pancakes to his broad thighs, to his crotch, and to what I suspect is an extremely trimmed stomach beyond his black ribbed sweater. Then I stare into his grey eyes in silence.
“You see, my girlfriend and I met right here at this table a year ago, and I wanted to propose to her. Here. Today.”
“Actually, Jonathan, I do mind. Seeing that I’m enjoying my meal, surely you wouldn’t mind waiting until I’m done. Or perhaps you can let that polite host, who has done everything possible to accommodate you, have you seated elsewhere.”
“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asks.
Asshole! Your name might sound familiar but who cares…
“No. You could be the king of England and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“You really want to know?” I ask quietly.
He lowers his head slightly, as if he’s seriously interested.
“I am a woman who walked in on her fiancé screwing her best friend one week before her wedding, so forgive me if I’m not in a sentimental mood.”
His mouth drops open at my response.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Kole, I’d really like to enjoy my brunch.”
His piercing grey eyes are glaring into mine. I know he’s angry. His temple pulsates as he stares at me. He walks away completely flushed.
I don’t care. Perhaps if he had been nicer to that host I would have considered his request. However, because he comes from money doesn’t give him the right to speak to people any which way he wishes.
I continue to enjoy my meal and notice him walking hand in hand to the bar with Malibu Barbie. Half an hour later, I ask for the check then purposely make him wait an additional five minutes before I leave.
On the way out, the host looks at me bright-eyed. “No one ever speaks to Mr. Kole that way, Miss McLean.”
“Well, it’s time someone taught him some manners,” I reply. I hand her a healthy tip, and I’m on my way.



We finish lunch and watch a movie and some football, complete with popcorn and soda. When the sun starts its descent, we head to the hot tub. I am a little nervous. I hope I don’t gawk at him again. I slip into a little white bikini, wrap myself in a robe, and head out.
When I get onto the terrace, I try to ignore the fact that ass-hugging Ralph Lauren trunks cling to every inch of his well-endowed front… and back. He steps into the tub, and after I tear my robe away, he stretches out his hand and helps me in. I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to this. I can’t get hot and sexy images of us having passionate sex in the tub out of my head.
Since Richard and I broke up, my body has craved sexual pleasure in a way it hasn’t before, but this is flipping torture. Sure, I’ve pleasured myself a few times, but there is no substitute for a man who you’re physically attracted to who you know knows all the right things to do to you in bed. Sitting opposite to him, I close my eyes, sit back, and relax. I hope that I don’t give him a clue that while I lie here, I am practically salivating at the mouth and lusting for his sexual pleasure.
I am just starting to calm down and relax when he raises one of my feet and massages, working his thumbs from around my ankle to the arch of my foot and then my toes. My God, I swear this could be considered foreplay, because what he is doing to me right now causes all sorts of tension to develop between my thighs, along with the tingling sensation that runs down my lower back.
My goodness. Is he purposely trying to seduce me, or is he completely unaware of what his actions are doing to my body?
Oh, don’t be naïve, Jada. Of course he knows what he’s doing. He’s made his feelings for you abundantly clear.
He moves to my other foot, and as he works, a soft moan spurts out of my lips. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this sexually aroused. I try to remember the last time I was with Richard, and nothing comes to mind. Jonathan snaps me back to the present when his hands move from my feet and he works his way up my calf.
Oh God, that feels good.
I feel like I’m losing control. I want him to make love to me. I open my eyes, and I’m startled when I find him staring straight at me. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me towards him. The look in his eyes are filled with pure desire. I’m straddling him, and I can feel his erection in the center of my crevasse; just a few thin strips of fabric are between us.
He folds me in his arms and draws me close to him. My heart explodes between our bodies, and my hardened nipples are against his chest. I lean my forehead against his, and finally our lips touch. He gently braces my head with his palm, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me again, but this time I part my lips, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. I open my mouth wider, letting him deepen our kiss, allowing our tongues to tease and explore each other. My hands roam over his neck, shoulders, and chest.
His hands glide over my shoulders and down to my back. He draws me closer towards him. Kissing my neck, his hands caress my back, and his fingers inch closer to the ties of my swimsuit.
Suddenly, I remember that he may very well be the man to ensure that I am sent off to prison.
I pull away. My breathing is heavy—so is his. My forehead is still against his. He kisses me on my cheek then my neck.
“Why’d you have to be the bloody District Attorney?” I whisper.
“And why’d you have to be a suspect?” he responds.
 After dinner, Jada’s on the phone with her brother in the living room while I get to work upstairs in my office. I have to finish getting ready for a deposition first thing tomorrow morning. A couple hours in, my office door opens and Jada walks in. Her wet hair falls in curly locks over her shoulders.
“Hey, Babe. You okay?” I ask.
She gazes into my eyes but does not verbally respond. She walks over to me, spanning her legs across my body while I sit in my office chair. She pulls away my T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing her completely nude body. She’s doesn’t have any underwear on, and at that moment, it becomes clear what she wants.
She devours my lips as one of her hands travel towards my crotch. Sex is the furthest thing on my mind, but my cock stands erect and seems to agree with her plan. Her eyes are filled with so much desire, and before I can think to protest, I hear the zipper on my jeans head south.
“Ja—” I try to stop her, but she ignores my subtle protest.
Within seconds, she rips my jeans off, and her hands travel up and down my stiff cock as she descends between my thighs. I soon feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding me. I give up on trying to stop her, shut my laptop, and push it to the side of my desk. I watch while she swallows my cock. She’s sucking on it like a leech, massaging me in all the right places.
I sink my hand into her hair over her head and rotate my hips between her slippery fingers and into her mouth. I know I won’t last much longer if she keeps this up. I’m about to explode.
“Fuck, Jada.” I stand and pull her to her feet. Then after pulling my shirt over my head, I shove all the files on the desk away. A pile of books towards its edge comes crashing down to the floor before I set her to lie on my desk. For her pleasure, probably more so mine, I’ll give her what she wants. I sit in my chair, spreading her legs far apart. I rub her gently with my fingers then circle her center with tender kisses. I aim straight for her swollen pussy and release my tongue inside her.
She’s quickly becomes saturated, and her soft pleasurable cries and moans permeate through the room. She raises her ass repeatedly to meet my stride, and her erotic, sexual dance lets me know she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I alternate licking her with rubbing her clit with my middle and index fingers, arousing her further. She’s sweet. I could do this to her all night long, and the sight of her juices running down her thighs and my hands makes me eager to get inside her.
I come up for air, using my fingers above and inside her, then take a moment to absorb her beauty. Her eyes meet mine. She slips off the desk and straddles me in my chair, slowly swinging her hips over my erection.
I circle my hands around her head and look into her eyes. I’m not sure, but I think what started out as pure sexual desire for her might have turned into something else. I see a speck of vulnerability in her eyes, and it’s at that moment, I realize what she might need is so much more than awesome sex.
I draw her head towards me, kissing her gently on her lips. The intensity between us rises, and as we zealously kiss, the sight of her engorged ruffles slipping over my cock makes me want all of her.
I lift her, placing her on my desk once more. I stand, and she comes to her feet surrounding her arms around my neck as we kiss. With her in my arms, I take tiny steps towards the door. It’s my intention to take her to my bed, but she’s now massaging my cock, and I can’t hold back further.
I plaster her lithe body against the wall, slowly entering her. She wraps her slender arms around my neck, her soft kisses on my throat heightening my desire for her.
My arms brace her extended legs apart as I continue to ascend my body into her. She ties her legs around my sweaty frame as I circle her in my arms.
Her kisses become more demanding. I want to please her. I feel her loving caress in my hair, her soft touch on my wound from this afternoon, and her soft whispers of my name. I know she’s nearing her peak.
I gaze at her as I thrust myself into her, sending her body up and down against the wall. Her eyes are closed, some of the wet tendrils of her hair are plastered around her neck, and her mellifluous pleasurable moans arouse me further.
We slowly collapse to the plush rug on the floor, and as I kneel on the floor with her wrapped in my arms, she slips her slippery wet core over my stiff arousal. Our tongues are in a never-ending dance as we passionately kiss.
I flip her over, face down, and I bury my cock inside her. Taking her from behind, I circle my cock inside her, boring my ass into her while pleasuring her core again, and again, and again, all while teasing her, gratifying her, rubbing her pleats.
I need to see her face. There’s nothing I love more than watching her come. I flip her onto her back. Her hands clasps mine as I slowly move over her, delving myself into her.
“Oh, Johnny…” she cries out in utter bliss.
“Yes, Babe… Harder?”
“Yes.”
“Faster?”
“Yes…Deeper…”
She’s near her release. I hold her firmly in place as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and give her what she so desperately desires, thrusting my body hard and deep inside her.
I, too, am so close to coming. Her moaning is louder, and as she announces her grandeur, I feel her nails digging firmly into my back. She’s coming, hard, and as I watch her convulse in my arms, I join her and we both release.


Guest Post by Rebecca Rohman
Love, Lies & The D.A.
I worked on this book for the last year and the whole time, I could hear my mentor’s voice in my head.
“Telling not showing,” she’d say, or “I’m not convinced… not feeling it here.”
With this book I pushed myself, and tried to blow everything I knew I was guilty of with my first book (at least during the writing phase), out the park. My aim was to make the reader and my mentor, laugh and cry. I want readers to feel happy and sad, and at times I want them to feel angry—I want them to experience what the characters feel.
I’ve always had the most difficult time being funny in my writing and it was something I really strived to do in certain parts of this book. I think I’ve succeeded—it’s up to bookworms out there to decide . I’m silly, I laugh at my own jokes and depending on my husband to tell me if something was funny or not in a romance novel, was a complete waste of time.
He always gave the same blah response, “It’s cute.”
Not necessarily what you want to hear when attempting to write a funny scene.
The scenes where I wanted to evoke tears were the most difficult however. I had to get myself in “the zone”. That meant privacy, quiet, soft or no music, then I’d put myself in my characters shoes and I’d imagine how they’d feel.
In some instances, it was as simple as going back to a sad time in my life, but in others, I used my own fears— how I thought I would react in a given situation to write those scenes. I thought if I felt what the characters did; it would translate to the readers too. When I found myself bawling while my fingertips scrambled across the keyboard, I truly believed I would succeed in roping the reader in.
My aim was to keep readers engaged from page one all the way to the very end. Love, Lies & The D.A. will take people through a myriad of emotions—from lighthearted moments, to intense situations, from close encounters to steamy love scenes. Readers will laugh, and they will cry. I hope they thoroughly enjoy the heartwarming and sometimes heart-wrenching journey that Jada and Jonathan go through as they turn through the pages of my book.

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