Images. Snapshots in time.
This is how I experience my life. I’ve hidden behind my camera and viewed the world through the lens. I watch other people live their lives. I’ve given up on my dreams, and sheltered my heart from love; because both have given me nothing but pain. Even thinking about opening myself up, sends my fears into overdrive. It’s better to be safe, than to take a risk and have your life shattered into pieces alongside your heart. This is what I believed.
Risks. Fear Nothing.
I live for the rush of adrenaline I get when I work my stunts. Nothing else matters but the feel of my heart pounding when I challenge the line between life and death. Women are nothing more than a distraction; they use me for my connections, as I use them to escape the pain of my past before moving on to my next adrenaline fix. My life is consumed with excitement, danger and risks—it’s all I needed.
Fear. The complete wrong time.
Jasmin and Jet will face off over photos, stunts and the truth hidden in their hearts. The last person Jasmin wants to be with is a man who takes life for granted. Jet wants to give his heart to no one; especially one who might not understand the secrets that haunt him. Despite their protests, Jasmin’s and Jet’s lives tangle; the threads of love and fear bind them. Between their passions and their pasts, they fight to hang onto each other . . . but will the stakes be too high when faced with the ultimate sacrifice?
** 18+ for adult situations, sexual situations and language.**
Her eyes narrowed. “You aren’t getting into my panties, no matter how much you flirt, no matter how long I’m here. Again, I’m sorry, I’ll go and you can go back to your life as it was.”
“I know I’m not getting into your panties, all right? I know that.” And I did. She wasn’t the kind of girl to buckle to some pressure. I could see that strength in her.
We stood like that, staring at each other, weighing the words between us. Finally, she gave me a nod, dark hair spilling around her slim shoulders. “All right, if you’re sure. Then okay. I’ll call my boss back and tell him that I was mistaken.”
She picked up her phone, dialed and was speaking to her boss within a minute. I moved deeper into the room, closer to the glass door that led onto a balcony, not unlike my own hotel room. On the edge of the dresser was a book that read “Portfolio.” I flipped it open, stunned by the page I’d opened to. A young man, probably about my age, with dark hair and green eyes just like Jasmin’s, stared up at me, past me, through me as if he were in the room. Shit, the girl had talent. This must be her brother. Ryan . . . Was that his name?
The phone gave a beep as she hung up and I closed the book, turning to face her.
“I don’t even like her, you know,” I said.
“Tina. I only kissed her to make you jealous, Spitfire.” This was much safer territory.
Jasmin’s lips quivered and she put a hand on her hip. “And do you think it worked, your jealousy tactics?”
A shot of pure pleasure zinged through my entire body, tingling through every sense I had, as her voice curled around me. There was a subtle difference now. When we’d been with Hugh, she’d been open and honest, laughing with us over things most women would have slapped us for. Now, there was a hesitancy, an uncertainty that only made me want her more. She was the good girl, the sweet one I knew I shouldn’t even take a shot at. But I was going to anyway—because doing so was safer than the past, safer than thinking.
“I’m hoping they worked, at least a little.” I started toward her, each step heightening the anticipation.
Jasmin didn’t move away as I approached her, didn’t pull from my touch as I ran my hands up and down her arms, feeling her soft skin quiver under my hands. “She isn’t my type, anyway.” I smiled down at her. “Did I tell you I have a thing for green-eyed girls?” My lips were just above hers, breathing in as she breathed out, tasting her even before I kissed her.
“Really? I bet you say that to all the girls,” she said, but didn’t pull away. Our lips were brushing against each other now, but still, I didn’t kiss her.
“I’m not a good guy.” Where the fuck had that come from? Wasn’t I trying to convince her to sleep with me even though I knew she wouldn’t?
She licked her lips, which meant her tongue danced along my mouth in a tantalizing movement that made me groan.
“I could lose my job,” she said, but again she stayed where she was. I circled my hands around her waist, slid my hands down until I was cupping her sweet cheeks through the thin sundress. I worked the material upwards until my hands were under her dress, feeling along the edge of her satin thong, dipping my fingers along the crevice of her tight ass. She sucked in a sharp gasp, and I leaned her against the bedside table, pressing myself into her.
“I don’t want you to lose your job. You’re good at it,” I said, and meaning it.
Her hands slipped over my shoulders and down my chest, stopping at my pecs. She fingered the nipple ring, sending a dangerous spike of pleasure though me. “You’re going to get yourself killed one day.”
I licked my lips, emulating her, tasting her skin ever so briefly. “You deserve someone better than me.”
She bit my upper lip, sucked it into her mouth, and then let go before I could respond. “I can’t. I can’t lose my job. No matter how bad I want . . .” Her hands were no longer pulling me close, but pushing me backward.
I let her. My Spitfire was right. We were so wrong for each other. She was smoothing her hair back and gave me a smile, soft and sad. Like she was regretting being an adult, doing the right thing. Hard, so hard, to be a grown up.
Well, I had never been known for being adult-like. Fuck it.
Tangling my hands in her hair, I tugged her to me. She stumbled and I caught her lips with my own, murmuring between breaths.
“Just a kiss. Nothing more. I promise.”
Sweet and hot, she opened up to me, her hands sliding up under my t-shirt tracing my muscles and scars. I buried myself in her, putting every emotion I had into the kiss, giving her everything I had. I held her, breathing her in as if my life depended on it, feeling her give back to me the sweet urgency of one grasping for a life line. Sweet Mary, I was going to lose it without even getting her naked.
Still holding her face, I turned to whisper a lie in her ear. “See, just a kiss.”
Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her. She is the author of the The Nevermore Trilogy, The Rylee Adamson Novels and the Celtic Legacy series. Her first New Adult Romance, High Risk Love, is scheduled for release July 1, 2013.
One (1) eBook copy of High Risk Love. Books will be gifted from Amazon.com. Open Internationally. (Value $2.99 USD). All winners will be sent to the author at one time after the July 12th due date. To enter for your chance to win just click on the cute little ‘copter below 🙂
Hello everyone and welcome to my stop on the Paris Love Match tour hosted by AToMR Tours. Today author Nigel Blackwell is stopping by to answer a few questions and I have a giveaway for you so be sure you troll all the way through this post. If you want to see what everyone esle has for you, just click here to check out the rest of the tour. Have a lovely day and thanks for stopping by my blog 🙂
Getting a taxi in Paris can be hell.
Piers Chapman expected a boring business trip to Paris.
What he didn’t expect was to fight over a cab with a beautiful girl.
After a bad meeting, Sidney Roux just wanted to hail a cab, go home, and have a glass of wine.
She didn’t expect to fight over a cab with some pompous British tourist.
Neither of them expected another man to jump in their cab.
Or to be involved in a gun fight.
Or a car chase through the streets of Paris.
Or for the man to die.
But they’re thrust together when the mob demands they return what the dead man stole.
Will Piers and Sidney work together?
Will they find what he had stolen?
Will they stay alive?
And will they do the last thing they expected?
Will they fall in love?
Q: What do you enjoy most about being a writer?
Making stuff up! What’s not to like in being allowed to daydream? All those years of teachers tell me not to daydream, and now it’s a good idea. The other part to making stuff up is that you get to discuss it with other writers and readers as if it’s real life. Sometimes I feel like I’m telling stories about friends – a weird feeling. I like discussing stories with readers, too. Readers often have a different perspective than writers or writer groups. Writers tend to look for story structure, character arcs, and plot points. But readers seem to go much more on their feelings – whether a book made them feel laugh, cry, or feel good, whether the characters were annoying or loveable, whether they’d spend the time to read the book again. It’s great getting this sort of unvarnished feedback from readers because writing is all about manipulating people’s emotions, and if I’m not doing it right I’d rather find out and work on improving.
Q: What can you tell us about the characters in PARIS LOVE MATCH – their dynamics?
Piers and Sidney are an unlikely couple. Piers is a quiet guy who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, whereas Sidney would likely cook the goose. He likes to think a situation through, but she jumps in with both feet. He’s more likely to ask for permission, whereas she’ll be the one asking for forgiveness. Piers is smitten by Sidney’s looks from the moment they meet. As the story goes on he has to overcome greater and greater physical challenges, the complete opposite of his normal cerebral self, but he’s never doing things to impress her, he’s always trying to do the best for both of them. He never thinks that he’s being courageous, even when it’s obvious to everyone around him that he is. When Sidney meets him she immediately labels him a geek, the kind of guy she wouldn’t normally give a second glance. It’s a blinkered view that blinds her to his real qualities. In the book she describes the type of man she’s looking for in life and doesn’t realize she’s describing him. It’s only towards the end that she understands her mistake. The funny thing is that he doesn’t realize she’s describing him either. The only thing they have in common is that neither of them backs down easily. This turns out to be the glue that bonds them together long enough to see what they’ve been blind to.
Q: What is your favorite scene or was your favorite to write? Don’t forget to tell us why. ☺
All through the book, I loved writing the dialog. The characters are paired up – Piers and Sidney, Little and Large, the mobster and the dictator – and they’re frequently having fun at the other’s expense. My favorite scene is when Piers and Sidney are in the shower. What’s not to like about putting two strangers in a shower! It’s not quite as it seems, they’d just escaped through a trash chute and stink. In the shower she’s adamant that he looks away while she gets clean. Then after she’s dressed, she thinks nothing of watching him shower, telling him not to be a wimp when he complains.
Q: Are there currently other writing projects you are working on you can tell us about?
LOL, the sequel! In Paris Love Match the dictator causes problems because he wants to sell Elbistonia’s national treasures and retire to South America. Things don’t go to plan, but he’s still looking to retire rich. Apart from the Paris Match series, I’m going back through some of my previous unpublished books such as The Devil’s Bible, Twist The Knife, and something with a working title of Monkey Boy. They might still emerge into the daylight.
Q: If you were not an author, what else could you see yourself doing and why?
When I was five I wanted to drive a train. My dad worked for Great Western Railways, and I thought that was so cool. At age fifteen I did drive a train. Ok, it was at a Wildlife Park and it used to come of the tracks regularly, but hey, I was a train driver. Nowadays, if I weren’t writing, I’d still be doing something else creative – photography, video, playing the guitar. I have a day job in engineering, so having a creative outlet is important to me.
Nigel Blackwell was born in rural Oxfordshire in England. He has a love of books, a PhD in Physical Chemistry, and a black belt in pointing out the obvious. As a teenager he toured Europe and loved seeing the wonders of the world and the people in it. Since then he has been fortunate enough to travel across Europe, North America, the Middle East, and Japan, and hasn’t been anywhere that doesn’t have the potential for a story. He now lives in Texas with his wife and daughter, where they enjoy the sunshine and listen to the coyotes howl at night.
Madison is familiar enough with change, and she hates everything about it. Change took her long-term boyfriend away from her. It caused one of her friends to suddenly hate her. It’s responsible for the death of a local along with a host of other mysterious happenings. But when Madison meets a hot new guy, she thinks her luck is about to improve. Madison is instantly drawn to the handsome and intriguing Isaac Addington. She quickly realizes he’s a guy harboring a secret, but she’s willing to risk the unknown to be with him. Her world really spins out of control, however, when her best friend becomes delusional, seeing things that aren’t there and desperately trying to escape their evil. When the doctors can’t find the answers, Madison seeks her own. Nothing can prepare her for what she is about to discover. Dangerous, intoxicating, and darkly romantic, Embrace is a thriller that will leave you spellbound.
Sixteen-year-old Madison Riley and her friends discover they aren’t the only supernatural beings in Gloucester, Massachusetts. These new creatures are more dangerous than ever, and this time Madison risks losing more than just her friends.
Cherie Colyer writes young adult and middle grade novels. She loves finding new stories that keep her up late reading. While her favorite genre is realistic paranormal/fantasy, if the book is beautifully written with characters that come alive she’s all over it.
John Giamo juggles his career as police chief in the small town of Clark’s Corner, his marriage to the beautiful, flirtatious Melanie, and his role as father to three teenagers. When a celebrity stranger comes to town causing disruption and danger, John must protect his community while making sure his own family and marriage do not end up as collateral damage.
Linda has written steadily throughout the years, but usually other people’s papers, speeches, or articles for agricultural trade magazines. Her only published work of fiction was a children’s book, “The Copper Angel of Piper’s Mill”, written in 1988 when her children were still small. She writes full time and it’s Romance! Her romance series, “Small Town Girl”, is published by Omnific Publishing.
Linda lives in a romantic stone house in the green mountains of Vermont surrounded by her gardens and her animals who include horses, sheep, cats, dogs, chickens, a parakeet and various wildlife. Now that the kids are out of the house, Linda is writing fiction again, and this time it’s personal! When time permits, she also enjoys sketching and painting.
Piper Downing knows a thing or two about death. She’s spent her entire life working inside her family’s funeral home. Now thirty, Piper’s been running the place on her own for what feels like an eternity. Not that she minds. Losing her parents at a young age, watching her teenage boyfriend die before her eyes, and seeing every type of death and tragedy possible in her line of work did something to her psyche. Piper copes with her job—and the world—by putting every emotion in a box and burying it. She doesn’t get close to people, has no friends, and only has relationships with men for sexual satisfaction. She doesn’t love. Love is selfish.
Macy Quinn Oliver knows a thing or two about death, too. An injury caused him to be honorably discharged as a fighter pilot and now he works as grief counselor at the local VA hospital. He grew up in a family that understands the pain of death, yet embraces what it means. He was taught that death isn’t the end, it is simply… until next time. Even after losing his young bride to brain cancer, Quinn loves. Quinn lives. But because of his vow to his late wife, Quinn will never marry.When he meets Piper at his Grandmother’s wake, her chestnut hair and matching eyes stirs him in way that hasn’t happened for a long time.
And Quinn has the same effect on Piper. Together they make the perfect pair; a girl who won’t love and a guy who won’t marry. But in order to get their happy ever after, Piper has to learn that love isn’t an end all, and Quinn must make a commitment he promised to never make again.
Justine lives in the Midwest, happily catering to her family, which consists of a horse-obsessed teenage daughter, four dogs, and a husband who is too good to be true. She’s never moved from her hometown, but hopes to grow old in a much warmer climate. During the day she works a normal job with college students who try their best to keep her young. They’ve done a good job thus far. At night, said teenage daughter and her horse require mounds of love and attention. The weekends belong solely to her and her writing. That’s when she morphs into a sticky bug, unable to leave the confines of her computer chair. She started writing three years ago after seeing a movie that set off a chain reaction she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted. It’s not a hobby for her; it’s an obsession. One she loves and one she loves to share. Her debut novel,
RECAPTURED DREAMS, and her second book, ALL AMERICAN GIRL, is available now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and wherever books are sold. Until Next Time is expected in August 2013, again published by Omnific Publishing.
From the author of the New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling novel, THE EDGE OF NEVER, comes a story of passion and survival…
Sarai was only fourteen when her mother uprooted her to live in Mexico with a notorious drug lord. Over time she forgot what it was like to live a normal life, but she never let go of her hope to escape the compound where she has been held for the past nine years.
Victor is a cold-blooded assassin who, like Sarai, has known only death and violence since he was a young boy. When Victor arrives at the compound to collect details and payment for a hit, Sarai sees him as her only opportunity for escape. But things don’t go as planned and instead of finding transport back to Tucson, she finds herself free from one dangerous man and caught in the clutches of another.
While on the run, Victor strays from his primal nature as he succumbs to his conscience and resolves to help Sarai. As they grow closer, he finds himself willing to risk everything to keep her alive; even his relationship with his devoted brother and liaison, Niklas, who now like everyone else wants Sarai dead.
As Victor and Sarai slowly build a trust, the differences between them seem to lessen, and an unlikely attraction intensifies. But Victor’s brutal skills and experience may not be enough in the end to save her, as the power she unknowingly holds over him may ultimately be what gets her killed.
This is their story…
Victor Faust speaks seven languages fluently: German, French, Spanish, Swedish, Hungarian, Arabic and English
The book was partially inspired by my anger towards the movie Hitman when Agent 47 and Nika didn’t have a romantic relationship. I was so distraught over that! The woman and romance lover in me decided to take that secret love affair some of us have with deadly men and make it romantic.
The other part of my inspiration for writing KILLING SARAI came from the song Father Figure by George Michael.
While although Sarai didn’t get to finish school and had limited means of education while at the compound, she is very intelligent both book-wise and street-wise. And she is a fast learner.
Sarai has spit in Izel’s food so many times she lost count.
Victor and his younger brother, Niklas, are one in the same but entirely different. They are both fiercely loyal to each other and those they love and are both skilled killers, but Niklas is untamed and undisciplined, which creates a constant wedge between the two.
Victor has never been in love. Ever. Niklas, on the other hand, although he preaches to Victor about avoiding relationships and how falling in love will only get him killed, secretly loved a woman once.
The woman that Niklas once loved was secretly killed by none other than Victor.
Sarai pulled one of her own wisdom teeth out with a pair of pliers because she had no way of getting dental care while in Mexico. And even though Javier would’ve made sure she got the care, Sarai refused to tell him for fear of Izel finding out and trying to remove the tooth for her.
I molded Victor Faust’s character almost entirely from actor Michael Fassbender!
J.A. Redmerski, New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of THE EDGE OF NEVER lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries and is a huge fan of AMC’s The Walking Dead.
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Haven, the first book in the Apocalypse Chronicles…
On an ordinary day in early September, Kennedy Shaw leaves for school unaware that within a few minutes the world she knows will be gone – succumbed to an outbreak of epidemic proportions. After finding a safe haven inside the security of her enclosed high school, she learns that four others have survived, one being a bold, mysterious transfer student from Texas whose unruffled demeanor harbors more than a cool interest in her. As they struggle to survive the dead fighting their way inside, will Kennedy discover there is more to life than survival? And will she and the others find a way to live in this terrifying new world?
My eyes swept to the right, stopping as a pair of boots came into view, and my lungs ceased up as yet another word raced through my mind. It came screaming through my consciousness, freezing me in place for a few very long seconds.
Before I could decide if I truly wanted to look at him, my eyes made the decision for me. Slowly, I took in the sight of him as my gaze ran the entire length of his body. He stood on the opposite side of the hallway, leaning leisurely against the lockers, his jeans resting snugly around his well-built thighs, his boots crossed at the ankles, his blue eyes locked on me. He didn’t move, evaluating me with curious, sincere interest, as was always the case when we crossed paths.
He had been in the sun and was tanner now, which deeply contrasted with the white t-shirt draped over the contours of his chest muscles. His shaggy, dark blonde hair was tousled, which made him hardy and more striking. As always, he looked like he’d just walked off the field and into the city.
We’d been exchanging glances for over a year after he transferred from a high school in Texas, both of us keeping our distance while always seeming to sense when the other was around. Since the first time our eyes met, I’d snuck glances of him and caught him staring back in the cafeteria, the library, in the hallways. It was divine fate that we didn’t share any classes or I wouldn’t have heard a single word the teacher said…and I have fairly strong willpower when it comes to that kind of thing.
My focus right now, however, was on the steel stars he held inconspicuously in his hands, as if he knew I didn’t want anyone to see them. But he had, and it instantly put me on edge.
His inquisitive expression firmly in place, staring intently, he crossed the hall. When he stopped a foot from me I realized that with the exception of our first encounter, the two of us had never been so close. Since that first meeting, we’d kept a wary, intrigued space between us, which he had now breached.
Laury Falter is the author of the bestselling Guardian Trilogy. She writes young adult paranormal romances and urban fantasy when she’s not taking her stray dogs for a walk or enjoying a date night with her husband. Laury has released two series, the Guardian Trilogy and the Residue Series (a spinoff of the Guardian Trilogy books), and is currently releasing her third series, the Apocalypse Chronicles. To learn more about Laury and her novels, visit her at:
We were wrong…ghosts are frighteningly real.
For centuries a war has been raging between light and shadow. Shadow Walker pitted against Day Walker, threatening to plunge the world into darkness. Colin, an ancient warrior, lost hope long ago. Now he prowls the streets of Edinburgh eviscerating those who prey on humanity.
Emily possesses the ability to see beyond our realm into the dangerous realms of Light and Shadow. Unwittingly drawn into the shadows when she intervenes to help Colin, igniting his long-buried desires, she unleashes a terrible curse. Now with a week to break the curse, time is running out as they are locked in a deadly fight with forces that will stop at nothing to destroy them before they succeed.
Intensely romantic and thrilling, Lost in Shadow portrays the struggle between redemption and retribution.
Fans of J.R. Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Karen Marie Moning, and Charlaine Harris will enjoy the Shadow Walkers Series.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight, resting her head against his chest. If she only knew…he was damaged, had kept every emotion locked away deep inside for so long—trembled at the thought of letting her in.
Ice cold. Her skin was so cold. He hadn’t noticed the temperature dropping, was too engrossed in her. “Let’s get you inside, out of the cold.” Taking her hand, he twined his fingers through hers, leading her down the stairs to their room.
“Do you want a drink before bed? Um, before we go to sleep I mean,” she was breathless.
Seeing her standing there, riveted to the floor, watching him, his nostrils flared, catching her scent as he stalked towards her. This woman captivated him. Inexplicably he was drawn to her, a base need he couldn’t put a name to. Reaching out, he caressed her hair. Want…need…desire, filled him, threatening to spill over. Tentatively, she reached up, caressed his jaw, her fingers soft against his stubble, the sensation heading straight to his groin. A simple touch of her hand was all it took, in that moment he wanted to crawl into her skin; mark her for all time.
“Damn the whisky,” he choked out.
The room crackled with electricity, a dim silvery light filling every corner and crevice as he dipped his mouth to hers. The clock on the mantle stopped ticking, he felt her breath hitch—before she could take her next breath, he kissed her with savage need.
Taking her into his arms, she moaned against his mouth, holding him tight, losing herself within their kiss. His muscles twitched under her caress, he growled, an ancient predator ready to devour her. Hands moving to his hair, she played with his braids, twining her fingers through them, pressing her chest into him.
“I’ve never wanted any man like this.”
He lifted her up, settling her against his hips, his desire for her evident, his erection pressing against her core. The contact was electrifying. As he licked his way from her earlobe down her neck, she moaned, deep in her throat. The feel of her, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, he could hold her forever.
Cynthia Luhrs is the author of the Shadow Walkers novels. A graduate of Towson University, she was practical, majoring in Business which served her well now she’s a writer and needs to stay organized. Prior to becoming a full-time writer, she toiled away in Corporate America for many years. Her idea of a perfect day is no interruptions and the freedom to live in her head all day, writing to her heart’s content, an icy cold drink next to her as she creates the next Shadow Walker book. Of course her cats frequently disrupt this oasis of serenity.
Up for grabs is one (1) eBook copy of Lost in Shadow. Available formats include mobi and ePub: value of eBook is $3.99 USD: open Internationally. Just click on the cute little ‘copter below to enter for your chance to win.
They’ve loved each other for years, but they’ve never been intimate before.
Marissa has decided to live without sex, since it’s brought her nothing but trauma. At twenty-three, she’d rather just be celibate, and not even her best friend, Caleb, will change her mind.
After spending his childhood touring as a concert cello prodigy, Caleb is experimenting with living a stable life. For years, he has refused to commit to anything except his friendship with Marissa, but his feelings for her have never been romantic. Until recently.
So now he has to show her that sex doesn’t have to hurt.
Now she was looking at him strangely. “Are you all right?” she asked, moving closer to him. “You look like you’re about to fall over.”
He shook his head roughly and took a step back. “I’m fine. Sorry. Just been a strange night.” He saw the concern on her face, noticed her unconsciously licking her lips. Felt himself grow even harder. “If you’re all right, I think I’ll get going now.”
“Fine. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. And don’t forget that retribution is in the works.”
He turned and walked quickly to the door, wanting only to get away from her so that he could regain his senses again.
“Caleb,” she called out after him.
He halted and glanced at her over his shoulder. She looked flushed and rumpled and affectionate. He gulped. Felt another tug from his disloyal crotch.
“I don’t really hate you, you know,” she said huskily.
And that completely did him in. He was fully erect and starting to throb. He had to get out of here. Now. Before he did or said something utterly stupid. Something he’d regret for the rest of his life.
“I know,” he mumbled. “Talk to you tomorrow.” And without even giving her a chance to reply, he left the apartment.
He went directly back to his apartment. Decided maybe he should go to bed early, since he was clearly suffering from some kind of malady.
A malady that was affecting his brain. And other parts of his body.
The erection hadn’t gone away, but Caleb refused to do anything about it. Instead, he sat on his couch, drank two beers in a row, and glared at the bulge in his pants.
It would go away eventually. Just like these crazy reactions to Marissa would go away. He supposed it was too much to expect that they could be friends as long as they had without something like this occurring.
It was nothing to worry about. Because tomorrow these feelings would be gone.
And he could return to the security and comfort their relationship had always been to him.
Caleb didn’t care if his arousal pulsed insistently. He absolutely refused to jerk off. Because he knew, if he did, he would be thinking about Marissa.
And he just didn’t think about Marissa that way.
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
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