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Have you ever had that itch for something intense and only one person could give it to you? …Like your one true addiction…
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From Alexis D Craig and Hot Ink Press Behind the Blue Line Series The Ex File - Book 1 18+ ...Second Chances Can Be Lethal... Narcotics Officer, Sean O’Leary is bitter after a messy divorce that has reinforced his solitary nature, leaving him only with his dog and a sword collection. He could never imagine that his former best friend may be the only woman to bring happiness into his lonely life. Ellie Gardner knows loss; especially after she was banished from her best friend/crush's life by his jealous wife. Although the regret of walking away from the love of her life still stung, a chance encounter with Sean may change everything. When Ellie and Sean reconnect, they could never expect it'd be in such an explosive way, leaving them both to gain the fulfillment of their 'what if's. Finding love is hard enough without the past breathing down their necks, especially when said past has no intention of letting go. When Sean's ex, Pia Mastriani returns, Ellie must face her nemesis' relentless tactics to get Sean back, including eliminating Ellie if necessary. Sean and Ellie’s relationship is put to the test but will they fare well while they go rummaging through The Ex File? Add this to your TBR list today! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23966847-the-ex-file Come and join Alexis as she releases the first book in this hot new series! @[1668658646694139:https://www.facebook.com/events/1668658646694139/?ref=22] Alexis is a writer with a day job, & very familiar with the juggling act to find time to write around the rest of her life.
She is also a wife, an aunt, godmother, avid cyclist, serial hobbyist, ghost hunter, and collector of stray animals. The author of Imminent Danger, Undercover Seduction, and Give Me Shelter, she has three more novels coming out in 2015, The Ex File on February 7th, Dead & Disorderly on May 23rd, and Bulletproof Princess on August 8th. …Sometimes finding yourself means losing everything else... Rising sophomore Beau Watkins gave up everything to be with his boyfriend, Vin. Beau is disowned by his father, tormented by his brother, is rapidly running out of money, and suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. On top of that, his boyfriend seems to see Beau as little more than a live-in maid. Troubled by word of his missing father and fighting nightmares of his own, Vin Reyes turns to alcohol to drown his pain. What's worse, a handsome transfer student is a little too interested in Beau. Vin throws away everything that's made him happy with both hands, terrified of his own feelings of inadequacy. When Vin and Beau's happily-ever-after turns into a train wreck of drinking problems, resentment, insecurity, jealousy, and violence, they both try to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives. Their mutual friends, Hector and Ann-Marie, try to help the two young men as best they can, but neither want to listen. Beau accepts a morally questionable job offer to pad his finances and Vin starts a downward spiral of self-destructive behavior that sends him right for rock bottom. Can Vin and Beau win through doubt and guilt, jealousy and recklessness, to find their place in the world? "Do I even wanna know why you're practicing your evil laugh?" Beau skated in. He threw his pack on the floor under a chair in the front row, his impressive biceps flexing smoothly. His sweet, southern accent polished all his words until they were warm, fluffy, polite versions of their intended selves. Vin wasn't sure Beau would ever master the sarcastic comment; his normal speaking tone was so adorable that it was hard as hell to tell when he was actually angry. "She's plotting to assassinate me and take over the club," Vin lied. "Well, then," Beau said, pulling Vin into a swift embrace, "I should get my kisses in while I can." Vin quivered under Beau's powerful hands. Vin's fingers tangled in Beau's blond curls and he pulled his lover in for a kiss. Beau sneaked his tongue out, licked at the ticklish corner of Vin's mouth and took full advantage when Vin gasped to plunder Vin's mouth more fully. "Oh, for God's sake," Jody exclaimed. She inserted her hip between the two of them and twisted, pushing them apart. "I know you two got a fuckin' room, so go --" "Fuck there?" An unfamiliar voice piped up into the conversation. Vin focused, still befuddled by Beau's kisses. A new man had entered the room, Beau's age, but not at all shy or nervous, and grinned at them. "Something like that. Knock it off with the public displays." Jody shook her finger at Vin. "Not on my account, I hope," the stranger said. He was watching Beau's face with interest. "I was enjoying the show. Charles Allen. Transferred from University of Michigan." He offered his hand to Beau first, which Beau shook. The newcomer was dark-skinned, with a crop of shiny black braids poking out from under his cap. He had a wide, eager smile, and those honey amber colored eyes that only black men seemed to have. "Beau Watkins," he said. "And my boyfriend, Vin Reyes, the club prez." "Gathered that," Charles said. He hadn't released Beau's hand, the strong, dark fingers lingering. Vin raised an eyebrow. Beau went around the room, pointing and naming those he knew, gracefully removing his hand from Charles's grasp without giving offense, as if he hadn't even noticed the lingering caress. For all Vin knew, Beau hadn't noticed, and it was only with jealous lover's eyes that Vin was seeing an interest in his boyfriend. The churn in his belly was familiar. He'd spent most of the last year watching Beau date other men up until Vin got stupid enough--or maybe just desperate enough--to blurt out the truth in a moment of weakness. Not that the results were bad, Vin chided himself, but his self-esteem had taken a knock by how ridiculously immature and uncool he'd acted. Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot.
Buy Links Torquere http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=200&products_id=4347 Amazon Kindle and Paperback http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00S31I3NE/ Barnes and Noble and Nook http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blues-lynn-townsend/1121101980?ean=9781610408684 Author Links Blog http://paidbytheweird.blogspot.com/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/LynnTownsendwriter Twitter https://twitter.com/tisfan Tumblr http://tisfan.tumblr.com/ Turn back the pages of time to the 15th century, Britain, a dark era in history. All legends begin somewhere in truth and are distorted over the years, turned into myth. One such Legend starts with passion, love, demonic and a ritualistic sacrifice and has dire consequences for future generations of a family named Cambelle. Mystery, murder, magic and ghosts, The Curse of Mary is a seductive, terrifying colourful trip through time into the modern age. Nicolajayne Taylor really brings history to life as she rewrites a well known legend and does spookery like no other author. This is British horror at its best. Name: Nicolajayne Taylor or Enjay Taylor
Age: 34 Location: United Kingdom, Blackburn Lancashire Previous releases: Bloody Sexy anthology, a sexy horror fest edited by Carmilla Voiez and featuring authors from around the world in twenty-four short stories and poems. Available in print as well as Kindle unlimited. Pantheon is a duo of short sexy tales featuring Nicolajayne and Carmilla Voiez in this erotic Saturnalia themed ebook. One set in modern day and the other set in Roman Britain. Available in Kindle unlimited. BLURB: Sandra Santiago is in a tailspin. Her life never seems to steady itself long enough for her to breathe. She finds herself stuck between a rock and a hard place, or in other words, stuck between two men. Carlos, her incarcerated ex-husband, makes her stomach turn in the worse way, but he’s all she’s known for most of her life. Then there’s Manuel, the father of her son, who challenges all of her thoughts on men in general. However, there’s a problem, neither one is her husband, yet both want her for themselves. What is Sandra to do? Stay single and heal from her misjudgments or go out on a limb and go with a path that has been more than fated for her? All her entangled desires will be broken when she finally listens to her heart and gets out of her own way. EXCERPT: Sandra shifted in her sleep, and Manuel held his breath, as he did not want to disturb her. Her curls fell into her face. God she was beautiful. Manuel gingerly fingered her hair away from her brow. To him, she was glorious. Long, thick, curly hair, like a wavy lion’s mane. Olive-colored skin that shined with a glow. A slender frame that had filled out a bit since giving birth to their son. She was perfection. He was so grateful to her for carrying and bringing the most beautiful person in creation into the world. Manuel loved Deuce more than anything. More than his family. More than himself. Every time he was around his baby, his breath caught for a moment, just from the rush of joy. And for that, he was grateful. To her. Sandra had unselfishly given him something to live for. Someone to love. Her greatest gift to him. He watched Sandra twitch her lips into a cute pucker, and then she shifted again. For a little over a year, he had spent nearly every moment of his free time in her company. Yes, it was to be with his son, but he had to admit that during the past six months of Deuce’s life—the late night bottle feedings, colic, and a small bout of influenza—he had bonded with Sandra as well. Manuel felt something past the level of co-parenting. He yearned to know what she was doing when he was away from her. What had she eaten that day? Did she laugh at something funny? What did she wear? Everything. While in her company, he wanted to touch her every chance he could get. Sweeping a stray strand from her brow, a pat to her knee, the graze of her fingers as she passed him something. He needed to feel her constantly. Manuel asked himself why a handful of times. The day she came home from her divorce proceedings, he knew why he wanted her so much. That day, Sandra was shattered, broken, sobbing about how she had failed. Manuel had become a shoulder for her to cry on. A friend to vent to. Her best friend, Victoria, was nursing a sick baby of her own that weekend, so Sandra needed a rock to hold her up and he was it. He cancelled all his business plans, and he stayed with her for the weekend, taking care of her and Deuce while her depression cleared. Manuel knew what it was like to have something you worked so hard to create and fix when it was broken become irreparable. It had happened to him also. Yet that weekend he focused on her without making it about him. Manuel knew then that he wanted to give her the world. Repair her broken heart and show her a different way of being loved. He wanted to give her time. Not force himself and his feelings on her. Then there was the ball that he had yet to drop on her that kept him from revealing how he felt—his own marriage. Two years in, and his divorce still was not finalized. With him being a successful lead corporate accountant for a Fortune 500 company and his wife a homemaker, they had a lot of assets and red tape to weed through. And now he had a dependent, which made everything difficult as well. “Manuel? What are you still doing here?” Before he could answer, Sandra continued with her questioning. “What time is it? Is the baby still asleep?” She sat up in the bed and began to rub her eyes, then checked the time. Sandra had somewhat of a commanding presence and Manuel was quiet-natured, so she tended to control the flow of all of their conversations, which was why he never really got a chance to mention his divorce issues. Sandra asked a few times about his life, but he felt it safe to not divulge too much. Protecting her feelings was very important to him, so eventually she focused on finding her own way in life. Creating a path for herself, and he did not want to overshadow her growth with his personal issues. They weren’t in a relationship, no matter how badly he wanted it. Co-parents with a loose friendship was what they were. Point blank and period. Sandra sought a newfound independence, and he wanted to allow her that. Sure, he had the ability to give her everything she needed, but he wanted to do things the right way. From what he could see, her husband had controlled everything, from what she ate to where she worked. Manuel did not want to create the same environment. He did not want to rule her but uplift her, and he wanted to be single and free of his marital binds before he showed that side of himself. Until then, he would be an amazing father to Deuce and a silent supporter for her. “Manuel? Are you just going to stand there?” “Oh, I apologize. The baby is still asleep, and it’s just turning dusk.” Sandra sank her head into her hands. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’ve just had an intense day.” “You want to talk about it?” “Not really. I guess we can’t really spend the day in the park. So what’re your plans?” “If it’s all the same to you, I would like to spend some time with you guys.” “Sure. I can whip up some rice and fajitas. How does that sound?” “Now you’re talking my language, Mamasita,” Manuel said with a little swirl of his hips, mimicking a salsa. Sandra chuckled. “No dancing around these parts mister.” “Ay, dance with me this one time.” Sandra shook her head, but with the snap of his wrist, Manuel pulled her out of the bed and flush with his torso. There was no way for her to talk her way out of his hold. He happened to be dominant in a few areas, and dance was one. He grazed his hands down her side while she wrapped her arms around his neck with force, like a gust of wind. When he got his hand to her thigh, she kicked up her leg, and he grabbed her knee and dipped her low. Then with a quick motion of his body, Manuel snapped her up, and her loose tendrils covered her face. Manuel brushed back her hair, and he took in her gaze. As he inspected her beauty, she began to regard him. The air became thick. He could feel her breath hitch. His desire rising. They both seemed to be caught up in a trance until Sandra broke away. She ran her fingers through her hair as she paced away from him. “I’ll get dinner started, and you go wake your son or he will be up all night,” she stated. After one quick glance in his direction, Sandra muttered something in Spanish as she stormed down the hallway. He stood there for a second and shook his head. Another lost moment, he thought. All he wanted was her. To be with her. To dance with her. But their life was filled with those lost moments, lost opportunities to take things to the next level. “Manuel!” Sandra shouted from the kitchen. “Wake Deuce, por favor.” Ay dios mio with this one, he thought as he hurried to complete her demands. Mi amor, she is, mi amor. LINKS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/506571 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ROSEU4I BLURB: A king's duty never ends, even when his kingdom changes. Vladimir Dracula is one of the most famous and misunderstood figures in all of history. One thing is true, he is a king, and he is a vampire. He is the true king and enforcer of the vampire race. Feared by all of his own kind, he is perhaps the most lethal of the Black Dragon God's mortal born servants. At the same time, he personifies sex. None can resist his charms, save one. Vax King is the Chosen of Hecate, the Heir of Mjolnir, and has no plans on a mate. When he's called on to enter Fae lands, he's surprised to find the legendary vampire there. Looking to aid the beautiful Fae, Anaya, and her soul mate, Galen, Vax must enter a world of sex of violence with only Vlad to accompany him. Here, there can be no denial, no hesitation. Only truth....and dominance. A war is brewing in the Fae lands, as the fallen angels rise to lay claim to the power of their goddess, Verlaine and topple their higher brethren. Older than most, Vlad must accustom himself to having a soul mate, and use all his legendary power to stop the forces of darkness long believed to be controlled by him. A new kingdom is the prize, and none knows better than the famed Dracula that the secret to power lies in the blood. EXCERPT: It took quite a while, but Anaya managed to lead them to a town that had not been destroyed. Galen suggested they rest for the night, a welcomed suggestion by all. The Fae world was old fashioned in some ways but modern in others. Magic powered the land, giving them amenities such as running water and lights. However their monetary system was still based on gold and silver, leaving it to Anaya and Galen to negotiate and pay for rooms at the inn. They took only two rooms, one for the ladies and one for the men. “I think we should have made Vlad sleep outside,” Vax muttered to Galen. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on doing much sleeping anyway,” Vlad told him. “I’m going to pretend I don’t know what that means.” Galen sighed. “So long as he’s not doing it in our room, I don’t much care what or who he does.” Vlad smirked. “You’re too much of a tight ass, and I don’t mean that in a good way. Besides, why would I use our room unless my friend Vax here has decided to be a little more adventurous?” Vax scowled. “Gods I hate you.” “Only because you want me, which is perfectly natural.” Vax didn’t really have much of a comeback so he flipped him off, prompting the vampire to laugh. “Anytime you’re ready, I’d be happy to.” Vax walked away. Galen shook his head at Vlad. “I’m having trouble deciphering if you’re legitimately interested in the boy or messing around with him because that’s just who you are.” Vlad shrugged. “I pursue anyone I’m attracted to. He’s an attractive enough male for me to pursue, and it makes it so much more interesting that he won’t give in.” “So he’s a game to you?” Galen asked. “Everyone is a game to me,” Vlad answered. “That doesn’t mean I’d hurt him. I don’t make it my business to break hearts if I can avoid it.” “I’ll never understand you creatures that feed on blood. You all seem to have that in common.” “It’s not our dietary habits that bind us. You angels simply place yourself above everyone else. The rest of us realize that certain urges are natural and we go with it. I’ve been alive for over ten thousand years. I don’t have the urge to settle down yet. If it ever happens, I’ll deal with it.” Galen’s eyes grew significantly brighter as he looked at Vlad. “You should probably start adjusting to the idea of settling down, vampire. You will be soon.” Vlad cocked his head to the side. “I sense energy flowing around you far more strongly. You see my mate?” Galen’s eyes dimmed. “Yes, I do. Your mate is in this realm. It’s up to you to figure out who it is and how to make it happen.” Vlad grunted. “Yeah, I’ll get right on it. Meanwhile, maybe you should get to work on your own mate. Poor girl is clearly ready to go to a certain level with you that you won’t go to.” Galen’s face reddened. “I’m simply being cautious.” “No, you’re being a little bitch,” Vlad shot back. “You know she is your soul mate. It’s not in dispute. The gods told you she is yours. All you have to do is claim her.” “I don’t deny she’s my mate. I just…” Galen stopped, lost for words. “Yep, you’re just being a bitch. That’s what you wanted to say.” Vlad smirked. “Face it, you’ve got to make the move now. Even soul mates don’t wait forever. The gods never said soul mates have to end up together or that they can’t love someone else. Look at your patron.” Vlad walked off, leaving Galen to his thoughts. Entangled Desires by Lillian MacKenzie Rhine #CoverReveal #IRMC #ContemporaryRomance #Kindle1/5/2015 Sandra shifted in her sleep, and Manuel held his breath, as he did not want to disturb her. Her curls fell into her face. God she was beautiful. Manuel gingerly fingered her hair away from her brow. To him, she was glorious. Long, thick, curly hair, like a wavy lion’s mane. Olive-colored skin that shined with a glow. A slender frame that had filled out a bit since giving birth to their son.
She was perfection. He was so grateful to her for carrying and bringing the most beautiful person in creation into the world. Manuel loved Deuce more than anything. More than his family. More than himself. Every time he was around his baby, his breath caught for a moment, just from the rush of joy. And for that, he was grateful. To her. Sandra had unselfishly given him something to live for. Someone to love. Her greatest gift to him. He watched Sandra twitch her lips into a cute pucker, and then she shifted again. For a little over a year, he had spent nearly every moment of his free time in her company. Yes, it was to be with his son, but he had to admit that during the past six months of Deuce’s life—the late night bottle feedings, colic, and a small bout of influenza—he had bonded with Sandra as well. Manuel felt something past the level of co-parenting. He yearned to know what she was doing when he was away from her. What had she eaten that day? Did she laugh at something funny? What did she wear? Everything. While in her company, he wanted to touch her every chance he could get. Sweeping a stray strand from her brow, a pat to her knee, the graze of her fingers as she passed him something. He needed to feel her constantly. Manuel asked himself why a handful of times. The day she came home from her divorce proceedings, he knew why he wanted her so much. That day, Sandra was shattered, broken, sobbing about how she had failed. Manuel had become a shoulder for her to cry on. A friend to vent to. Her best friend, Victoria, was nursing a sick baby of her own that weekend, so Sandra needed a rock to hold her up and he was it. He cancelled all his business plans, and he stayed with her for the weekend, taking care of her and Deuce while her depression cleared. Manuel knew what it was like to have something you worked so hard to create and fix when it was broken become irreparable. It had happened to him also. Yet that weekend he focused on her without making it about him. Manuel knew then that he wanted to give her the world. Repair her broken heart and show her a different way of being loved. He wanted to give her time. Not force himself and his feelings on her. Then there was the ball that he had yet to drop on her that kept him from revealing how he felt—his own marriage. Two years in, and his divorce still was not finalized. With him being a successful lead corporate accountant for a Fortune 500 company and his wife a homemaker, they had a lot of assets and red tape to weed through. And now he had a dependent, which made everything difficult as well. “Manuel? What are you still doing here?” Before he could answer, Sandra continued with her questioning. “What time is it? Is the baby still asleep?” She sat up in the bed and began to rub her eyes, then checked the time. Sandra had somewhat of a commanding presence and Manuel was quiet-natured, so she tended to control the flow of all of their conversations, which was why he never really got a chance to mention his divorce issues. Sandra asked a few times about his life , but he felt it safe to not divulge too much. Protecting her feelings was very important to him, so eventually she focused on finding her own way in life. Creating a path for herself, and he did not want to overshadow her growth with his personal issues. They weren’t in a relationship, no matter how badly he wanted it. Co-parents with a loose friendship was what they were. Point blank and period. Sandra sought a newfound independence, and he wanted to allow her that. Sure, he had the ability to give her everything she needed, but he wanted to do things the right way. From what he could see, her husband had controlled everything, from what she ate to where she worked. Manuel did not want to create the same environment. He did not want to rule her but uplift her, and he wanted to be single and free of his marital binds before he showed that side of himself. Until then, he would be an amazing father to Deuce and a silent supporter for her. “Manuel? Are you just going to stand there?” “Oh, I apologize. The baby is still asleep, and it’s just turning dusk.” Sandra sank her head into her hands. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’ve just had an intense day.” “You want to talk about it?” “Not really. I guess we can’t really spend the day in the park. So what’re your plans?” “If it’s all the same to you, I would like to spend some time with you guys.” “Sure. I can whip up some rice and fajitas. How does that sound?” “Now you’re talking my language, Mamasita,” Manuel said with a little swirl of his hips, mimicking a salsa. Sandra chuckled. “No dancing around these parts mister.” “Ay, dance with me this one time.” Sandra shook her head, but with the snap of his wrist, Manuel pulled her out of the bed and flush with his torso. There was no way for her to talk her way out of his hold. He happened to be dominant in a few areas, and dance was one. He grazed his hands down her side while she wrapped her arms around his neck with force, like a gust of wind. When he got his hand to her thigh, she kicked up her leg, and he grabbed her knee and dipped her low. Then with a quick motion of his body, Manuel snapped her up, and her loose tendrils covered her face. Manuel brushed back her hair, and he took in her gaze. As he inspected her beauty, she began to regard him. The air became thick. He could feel her breath hitch. His desire rising. They both seemed to be caught up in a trance until Sandra broke away. She ran her fingers through her hair as she paced away from him. “I’ll get dinner started, and you go wake your son or he will be up all night,” she stated. After one quick glance in his direction, Sandra muttered something in Spanish as she stormed down the hallway. He stood there for a second and shook his head. Another lost moment, he thought. All he wanted was her. To be with her. To dance with her. But their life was filled with those lost moments, lost opportunities to take things to the next level. “Manuel!” Sandra shouted from the kitchen. “Wake Deuce, por favor.” Ay dios mio with this one, he thought as he hurried to complete her demands. Mi amor, she is, mi amor. Sandra shifted in her sleep, and Manuel held his breath, as he did not want to disturb her. Her curls fell into her face. God she was beautiful. Manuel gingerly fingered her hair away from her brow. To him, she was glorious. Long, thick, curly hair, like a wavy lion’s mane. Olive-colored skin that shined with a glow. A slender frame that had filled out a bit since giving birth to their son. She was perfection. He was so grateful to her for carrying and bringing the most beautiful person in creation into the world. Manuel loved Deuce more than anything. More than his family. More than himself. Every time he was around his baby, his breath caught for a moment, just from the rush of joy. And for that, he was grateful. To her. Sandra had unselfishly given him something to live for. Someone to love. Her greatest gift to him. He watched Sandra twitch her lips into a cute pucker, and then she shifted again. For a little over a year, he had spent nearly every moment of his free time in her company. Yes, it was to be with his son, but he had to admit that during the past six months of Deuce’s life—the late night bottle feedings, colic, and a small bout of influenza—he had bonded with Sandra as well. Manuel felt something past the level of co-parenting. He yearned to know what she was doing when he was away from her. What had she eaten that day? Did she laugh at something funny? What did she wear? Everything. While in her company, he wanted to touch her every chance he could get. Sweeping a stray strand from her brow, a pat to her knee, the graze of her fingers as she passed him something. He needed to feel her constantly. Manuel asked himself why a handful of times. The day she came home from her divorce proceedings, he knew why he wanted her so much. That day, Sandra was shattered, broken, sobbing about how she had failed. Manuel had become a shoulder for her to cry on. A friend to vent to. Her best friend, Victoria, was nursing a sick baby of her own that weekend, so Sandra needed a rock to hold her up and he was it. He cancelled all his business plans, and he stayed with her for the weekend, taking care of her and Deuce while her depression cleared. Manuel knew what it was like to have something you worked so hard to create and fix when it was broken become irreparable. It had happened to him also. Yet that weekend he focused on her without making it about him. Manuel knew then that he wanted to give her the world. Repair her broken heart and show her a different way of being loved. He wanted to give her time. Not force himself and his feelings on her. Then there was the ball that he had yet to drop on her that kept him from revealing how he felt—his own marriage. Two years in, and his divorce still was not finalized. With him being a successful lead corporate accountant for a Fortune 500 company and his wife a homemaker, they had a lot of assets and red tape to weed through. And now he had a dependent, which made everything difficult as well. “Manuel? What are you still doing here?” Before he could answer, Sandra continued with her questioning. “What time is it? Is the baby still asleep?” She sat up in the bed and began to rub her eyes, then checked the time. Sandra had somewhat of a commanding presence and Manuel was quiet-natured, so she tended to control the flow of all of their conversations, which was why he never really got a chance to mention his divorce issues. Sandra asked a few times about his life , but he felt it safe to not divulge too much. Protecting her feelings was very important to him, so eventually she focused on finding her own way in life. Creating a path for herself, and he did not want to overshadow her growth with his personal issues. They weren’t in a relationship, no matter how badly he wanted it. Co-parents with a loose friendship was what they were. Point blank and period. Sandra sought a newfound independence, and he wanted to allow her that. Sure, he had the ability to give her everything she needed, but he wanted to do things the right way. From what he could see, her husband had controlled everything, from what she ate to where she worked. Manuel did not want to create the same environment. He did not want to rule her but uplift her, and he wanted to be single and free of his marital binds before he showed that side of himself. Until then, he would be an amazing father to Deuce and a silent supporter for her. “Manuel? Are you just going to stand there?” “Oh, I apologize. The baby is still asleep, and it’s just turning dusk.” Sandra sank her head into her hands. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’ve just had an intense day.” “You want to talk about it?” “Not really. I guess we can’t really spend the day in the park. So what’re your plans?” “If it’s all the same to you, I would like to spend some time with you guys.” “Sure. I can whip up some rice and fajitas. How does that sound?” “Now you’re talking my language, Mamasita,” Manuel said with a little swirl of his hips, mimicking a salsa. Sandra chuckled. “No dancing around these parts mister.” “Ay, dance with me this one time.” Sandra shook her head, but with the snap of his wrist, Manuel pulled her out of the bed and flush with his torso. There was no way for her to talk her way out of his hold. He happened to be dominant in a few areas, and dance was one. He grazed his hands down her side while she wrapped her arms around his neck with force, like a gust of wind. When he got his hand to her thigh, she kicked up her leg, and he grabbed her knee and dipped her low. Then with a quick motion of his body, Manuel snapped her up, and her loose tendrils covered her face. Manuel brushed back her hair, and he took in her gaze. As he inspected her beauty, she began to regard him. The air became thick. He could feel her breath hitch. His desire rising. They both seemed to be caught up in a trance until Sandra broke away. She ran her fingers through her hair as she paced away from him. “I’ll get dinner started, and you go wake your son or he will be up all night,” she stated. After one quick glance in his direction, Sandra muttered something in Spanish as she stormed down the hallway. He stood there for a second and shook his head. Another lost moment, he thought. All he wanted was her. To be with her. To dance with her. But their life was filled with those lost moments, lost opportunities to take things to the next level. “Manuel!” Sandra shouted from the kitchen. “Wake Deuce, por favor.” Ay dios mio with this one, he thought as he hurried to complete her demands. Mi amor, she is, mi amor. #kindleunlimited #HIP #getnaughty
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If you haven't already, joined the thousands who have read and enjoyed Wronged Desires. Good morning, Lilly Macsters! Once again, I have been MIA. However, I am back on the promo saddle and I have some wonderful things in store…first up being the interview of Kemington Sutter of The Never Throw Stones Series. The world seemed to fall in love with him in Wronged Desires, but we did have a few critics or shall I say unbelievers. So, let’s hash it out with him.
Lilly Mac: How are you doing these days, Kemington? Kemington: Pretty good. Loving life as usual. Lilly Mac: How’s the fam? Kemington: Couldn’t be any more perfect. Well, maybe a little girl would make things fantastic, but we’re working on it. Lilly Mac: Really? Is that supposed to be a secret? Kemington: Maybe…maybe not. <he chuckles> Lilly Mac: So let’s get down to business. I know you’re a very busy man. Speaking of…how’s the skate park doing? Kemington: Oh, it’s wonderful. Very successful. But I never had any doubts. Lilly Mac: I actually had someone recently question why you would put such a wonderful facility in an urban area like Oak Cliff, Texas especially when you live nearly a forty minute drive away in Southlake. Kemington: I guess I would say…why not? But, it’s rude to answer a question with a question, so I shall explain my reasoning. Not that I don’t love Southlake or any of the surrounding areas. And not to say that those areas don’t have skaters, because they do. It’s just that when I was younger, I always questioned why there were “bad” areas and “good” areas, and also why I wasn’t really allowed in the proclaimed “bad” areas. I didn’t like that. Yes, my parents donated to several charities that helped the underprivileged tremendously, but I wanted to do something different I guess. Something with sustainability. Something more than just write a check once or twice a year and live in my castle on the hill. As you know, Victoria gifted me the skate park and I swear that woman is my angel in the flesh. She knew me so well to make the decision to construct the park in Oak Cliff. I wouldn’t have it any other way. The area around the complex is thriving now. And with the national and international attention via certain media circuits, it is pushing all entities to clean up South Dallas, and that was my goal—turning a “bad” area into a “good” area. Lilly Mac: Wow, thank you for that. As I said in the beginning of my intro, a lot of my female readers and some of the men love everything about you. Kemington: Thank you to the masses. Lilly Mac: However, there were a choice few who believed a man like you could never exist in reality. Kemington: Why is that? Lilly Mac: Well, just as you mentioned above, you have a level of compassion that is rare in society these days. Plus, and I’m really rationalizing here, the fact that you had the proverbial “silver spoon” makes it hard to believe that you are so…perfect. Kemington: I’ve always had a love for others. And there are a lot of well-off philanthropists out there. Lilly Mac: I guess the cooking, the rubbing of the feet, the protecting of the ones you love kind of made people wonder. Kemington: The question alone just seems so ludicrous. I will say that a part of me hurts for any woman or man that has never received the closest thing to unconditional love. There are always conditions when it comes to love, but there are significant others out there who can straddle the line of not having any conditions to their love. Cooking has always been my passion, but a huge part of me loves working with my family business as well. So I do them both. And to be honest <he leans in closer> if I left it to Vic to cook, we’d all starve. The way that I was raised…silver spoon and all…I always strived for a different way. I always felt normal whereas others never viewed me that way. Which is one reason why I never needed the debutantes or pomp princesses. When I first caught sight of Vic on campus—little did she know—I saw her during Freshman orientation first. I never wanted an economics class. I kind of wanted to go into a different direction, but once I saw her visit the table during the open house on campus, I pulled every string I could to get in that class with her. I loved her. Never knew I could feel that type of love which happened again when our son was born, but I loved her. Would have given her the world. I even granted her the divorce that damn near killed me, but she wanted it and I lived for her wishes. Lilly Mac: That is so beautiful, Kemington. I can speak from experience that there are mates out there who are more than good. How is your relationship with Sandra these days? Kemington: Just as we mentioned a second ago, I’ve always had a curiosity about Sandra. I knew that she didn’t favor me too much, but I never really understood until I first met her husband. She was one of those who never got the pleasure of having someone love her without conditions. I took it upon myself to attempt to form some type of bond with her especially after the last year. She works for me now and that was a decision that more than surprised Vic. But, Sandra is the best. I don’t think anyone else could run my facility like she does. I hope that life gives her goodness in the long run, so she can finally reach her peak of happiness. Lilly Mac: Again, I say…wow. You are really…truly…amazing. Kemington: I am who I am. No changing in that. Take it or leave it. Lilly Mac: Welp, there you have it folks. Thank you for sitting with us today. Kemington: Always a pleasure. If you want to get to know Kemington a bit better...check him out in Wronged Desires and the upcoming Entangled Desires. |
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