Monday, February 29, 2016

REVIEW/RELEASE: Sticks by T. Gephart

Series: Black Addiction #2
Genre: Rock Star Romance

~Blurb~
Kenzie Clark had made plenty of mistakes. Who cared? Life was all about the journey, and if you couldn’t enjoy the ride then what was the point. The tough-talking guitarist from Brooklyn, NY worked hard so she could play even harder. But some mistakes weren’t so easy to walk away from. Joey Shaw, drummer for Black Addiction, was exactly that kind of a mistake. 

How could one night of fun turn into a life long commitment? That’s exactly what Joey was asking himself when Kenzie showed up a few weeks later—the soon-to-be baby bump with his name written all over it. He could barely tie his shoes; how in the hell was he going to raise a kid?

With neither of them ready to become parents, it was always going to be a difficult, but there was no way either of them were walking away. Come hell or high water, they were having this baby—together.


Hopefully they would both be still standing by the birth.

~Book Review~
4.5 Stars

Kenzie Clark, 25, guitarist for Beauty Queens from Mars, and Joey Shaw, drummer for Black Addiction, have a lot in common. They both play in bands, they both enjoy sex, and neither is looking for a commitment.

Oh and they are both about to become parents. Together!
“It was perfect casual sex. I’m getting emotional just thinking about it.”
Yes, they both have sordid memories of the night but now they also have a little souvenir to go with it.
“Obviously our time together left an impression.”
With a baby on board, Joey and Kenzie must sort through all the awkward moments and figure out where things are going to go.  This story is a hilariously funny rock star rom-com of two no-strings-attached musicians figuring out what exactly to do... 
“‘When a girl and a guy get naked and have a special hug—’”
Like the heroes of this series before him, Joey completely lives up and then some.  And while some (not all) of the heroines in the previous books haven’t always lived up to their male counterparts for me, Kenzie not only meets her match, she is the perfect match for Joey.

Joey is so full of himself but in an adorable kind of way. He’s also not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s written in a way you can help but love him.  The guy is a laugh out loud riot. I loved both his banter with Kenzie and with the bands. And then he’d show his sensitive side and well that’s where you get some swoonworthy romance.
“After all, it’s not every day you find out you made a person.”
Kenzie is a cute too. I really liked that she was a strong, independent female character trying to keep her wits in an unplanned situation. My only slight disappointment came with the drama at the climax, which seemed to go against how the rest of the relationship had played out and what Kenzie knew of Joey. But the resolution was good, and it also gave us a special “cameo” so that was a plus that made it easy to overlook. (Ahh…nope won’t spoil it with a name.) 

Told via Kenzie and Joey’s alternating first person POV, Sticks is part of the Black Addiction series, which is a spinoff of the Power Station series; however, it can easily be read as a stand-alone too.

If you want a funny & sexy ‘you’re having my baby’ romance, this is definitely one to one-click.

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
~Excerpt~

Prologue - Kenzie

Oh. Fuck. 
Fuck. 
Fuck. 

F. U. C. K. 



That’s exactly what should be displayed in the window of that plastic contraption shaking in my hand instead of that obnoxious plus sign. The bright blue horizontal and vertical line against a stark white background. Taunting me as I stood there hoping it was some cruel optical illusion. 



But it wasn’t. 

Oh my God, I was going to be sick. 

My head spun as I sunk to my ass on the cold tile floor. The stick that ten minutes ago had been so innocent and harmless was still in my hand as I struggled not to hyperventilate. This couldn’t be happening. 

I was pregnant. 

As waves of nausea rolled through my body—something I’d been experiencing a lot lately—my brain tried to reconcile my new reality. My life as I knew it was well and truly over. 

I am going to be someone’s mother. 

My hand had barely managed to lift the lid of the toilet as I lost my battle with my stomach. The full body heave expelled not only my breakfast but also my soul into the bowl as the evil EPT wand fell out of my hand and onto the floor. My future—as well as my blueberry bagel—now in the toilet. 

I had done a lot of stupid stuff in my time. I’ll be the first to admit that, but Joey Shaw was by far the dumbest. 

Unlike most of the girls he seemed to entertain, I’d known Joey for years. Our bands had crossed paths from time to time on the bar circuit, even sharing the stage once or twice. The appreciation we had for each other was mutual, both professionally and otherwise. He was good looking, sexy and had a body built for sin. It was only a matter of time before we ended up doing the in-between-the-sheets tango; I was impressed at how long I’d resisted. 

Driven by hormones instead of brains, our little game of flirting came to a very lustful, sexy conclusion last month. That mouth of his wasn’t only talking up a good show, with every single egotistical boast coming out of it not even close to the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me. His body absolutely delivered on the promise of crazy and unrestrained sex. It had been a night that wasn’t going to be easy to forget. Now it seemed, he had gifted me a permanent reminder. 

Fuck. 

I was so screwed. 

We had barely even spoken since our hook-up, happy for it to be a casual thing between friends. It’s not like I was looking to date him. Ha. Not in this lifetime. I wasn’t that delusional. The man was hot. Not denying that, but I’d had longer relationships with a pizza than Joey had with women. So, I was happy to collect on the toe-curling sex without the side order of is-he-ever-going-to-call-me-again. God damn it. How could I have been so freaking stupid? 

Ugh. My stomach churned again as my brain rationalized spending most of the day locked in my bathroom. It seemed like a solid idea, one that would see me postpone the what-the-hell-did-I-do-now that was begging to be dealt with. Ha! As if. 

This year had started out with so much promise. The band was doing great. While no record deals had come our way, our song had gotten thousands of hits on YouTube. And there wasn’t a Saturday night where we didn’t play. Not just dive bars but actually great gigs. We were even making decent money too. Life was pretty awesome. Was. Past tense. Now, of course, I was a few months away from hawking my six-string at PawnRUs and getting a day job at Denny’s. 

Poor Joey. 

The sexy six-foot, dark-haired drummer had no idea that our baby was going to be the first and last child he would father, his balls soon to be hanging from my rearview mirror. I’d be sure to inform him and offer my condolences when I ripped them from his still-breathing body. His dick also at risk of ending up a hood ornament. It was only fair seeing as my body would be waving its red flag of rebellion in the coming months that his should suffer too. Might as well wear my skinny jeans while they still fit me, lord knows I was going to be rocking elastic waistbands and stretchy pants in the very near future. My wardrobe, the least of my worries. 

Huh. I was going to have a baby. My hand unconsciously brushed against my flat-for-now belly, the life its dumbass parents created growing inside of me despite my lack of a clue. A missed period and some wicked fatigue the only hint that something was amiss. And in an instant, it had all changed. Knocked up, sitting on my bathroom floor with my head down a toilet, and I had absolutely no idea of how I was going to be someone’s mom. 

Inside of me there was a tiny life. A little helpless human who needed my love and protection, who hadn’t asked to be born but had been put there nonetheless. Trusting that I would keep him or her safe until he or she was ready to enter into the world. My baby. Mine. 

Great. Now my eyes were leaking. The fucking body rebellion I had expected months from now had already started as tears streamed uncontrollably. 

What the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t one of those emotional girls who wept when they lost their favorite purse. I played in a rock band for God’s sake; I didn’t do crying. It was Joey’s fault. Yes. Let’s blame that asshole and his potent freaking sperm. He was the reason I had apparently lost my mind and would soon have a full uterus. And now I was back to being mad again. 

Awesome. 

This was so going to be fun.

Oh, please let me not kill him.

~Also Available from the Author~
Slide (Black Addiction #1)

Stand (Black Addiction #3)


High Strung (Power Station #1)


Crash Ride (Power Station #2)

Backstage (Power Station #3)


*CHARACTER INTERVIEW w/ the Power Station Couples: HERE*

~About the Author~

T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past "colorful" experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don't have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!


Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.


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COVER REVEAL: Luke's Absolution by K.L. Kreig

~Blurb~
Demons. Regrets. Absolution. 
Luke has lived on the wrong side of the law since he was seventeen. His hands are stained and his soul is black, but the worst sin he's committed is falling in love with his brother’s girl. Then he met her. Addy Monroe is pure, innocent and stubborn as an ox. Even though he doesn’t deserve her, Luke will stop at nothing to have her. But just when happiness is within his grasp fate rips her away, reminding him once again that there is no absolution for sinners. Will Luke be able to let color fill his blackened soul?

From the first time Addy saw Luke Colloway over ten years ago she wanted him. Addy has been attracted to rough, crude, inked bad boys with a bike planted securely between their thighs and wicked promises falling from their lips her entire life. Every one of them has let her down. Every one of them has broken her heart. Every one of them has put her second. She's never going to let that happen again. When Luke promises her a future, will Addy let him in only to have her heart broken again?

Book 3 in a 4 book series. Each book features a different brother and each can be read as a STANDALONE. To get the full Colloway Brother experience, however, it's most enjoyable to read in order.

***Mature readers only, 18+. Features alpha men with foul language and penchant for hot sex.

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~About the Author~
I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out, I’m a raving bitch. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

RELEASE BLITZ: Bodyguard Dearest by Alison Foster

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense

~Synopsis~
My name is Tris Kane and I'm so done with college and this whole town and the leash my gangster father wrapped around my life at birth.

Oh yeah, and let's not forget Tanner Hayes, my father's all muscle watchdog who lives in my shadow. He's my so-called bodyguard.

I don't need a fucking bodyguard! And I hate his rugged deliciousness. Tanner barely ever speaks, yet I can't stop thinking about him. He's always there.

It just makes me want to scream.

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~Excerpt~

“You stitched up yourself?” I say, trying to grasp what I’ve just heard.

“No, an ER nurse teleported to Big Bear to double-stitch this shit,” he says, taking me in his arms.

“You might have lost a lot of blood,” I say, “but I see you still have that same old lovely attitude.”

“I need it to survive you,” he says with a wink. He’s so fucking hot when he’s injured and being a prick. I mean, really. Totally. Fucking. Edible.

“I need to clean and re-bandage this before I get in the shower,” he says. “Don’t worry, Tris, it’ll leave a scar but won’t cause any permanent damage.”

“Is this your professional opinion?” I say, suddenly upset with him for having been so reckless all his adult life.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” he says. “Seen my share of warzone stitch-ups.”

I’m not sure he realizes these things are not common to most people. If he weren’t hurt already, I’d smack him in the head.

“I have a million questions, Tanner,” I tell him, kissing his pecs. “But I don’t want to press. You’ve been through a lot.”

He laughs. “A lot, huh?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Never mind that,” he says. “I only have one question.”

“Just one? That’s a big number for you. What is it?”

“Is my hearing working? Did I hear you tell your father you love me?”

Oh, shit.
    

USA Today Bestselling author Alison Foster loves reading a good love story almost as much as she loves writing one. She spends her time dreaming up strong heroes and even stronger heroines and she enjoys finding unexpected strengths within her characters when they are in the most unexpected places.

She believes that passion makes the world go round and that a sexy grin is as sweet as candy. 
She loves interacting with readers, so feel free to drop her a line.


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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

COVER REVEAL: The Stars in the Sky by Leslie McAdam

 
 Release Date: March 15, 2016
~Blurb~
When foul-mouthed, tattooed, vegan Marie Diaz-Austin accepted a summer internship on a ranch north of Santa Barbara to work with underprivileged and special needs kids she was expecting hard work. She wasn't expecting the gorgeous, but conservative rancher, Will Thrash who wants nothing to do with left-wing hippies like her.
While they both may be stubborn when it comes to climate change, they're much less rigid about considering a summer fling. Although they hate each other’s politics, they can't deny their immediate and growing attraction to each other. But when the stakes are raised and they're forced to make a choice what will give? Their principles or themselves?

Cover Designer: Michele Catalano Creative
Photographer: Cory Stierley / Instagram
Model: Mitchell Wick / Facebook Instagram

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves - even if it means letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it's Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She's unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement (that's what editors are for!).
Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she's not in the writing cave you'll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

BOOK REVIEW: Target on Our Backs by J.M. Darhower

Series: Monster in His Eyes #3
Genre: Romantic Suspense

 ~BLURB~

The best way to keep your word is never to give it.

Not long ago, in a chapel in Vegas, I swore to love Karissa for the rest of my days. But nobody's promised an infinite number of tomorrows. Nobody's promised forever. Sometimes, all we have left is today.

Carpe Diem
Seize the day.

It should've been over, we should've been happy, but people are making it hard for me to live in peace. I've got so much blood on my hands they'll never be clean, and somebody out there seems to want me to pay for it. Happily Ever After always comes at a cost, one any real man would be willing to pay. But that doesn't mean I'm just going to roll over and accept these consequences.

Because when it comes to the woman I love? The life I've fought for?

Nobody is safe.
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 ~BOOK REVIEW~
5 Stars

Full disclosure, I had a lot of anxiety going into this story. I mean, we left Naz and Karissa in a pretty good place at the end of the last one and while I craved more of them (at this point I think I probably always will), it was also reassuring to know they were still out there, the readers minds left to fill in the blanks of what they did next.
“When I think about a life without Naz, I start to feel lonely.”
Like the previous book, the foreshadowing in this one is heavy, and the red herrings did not help alleviate my concerns about their fate. Naz might be a dark hero but he’s still a hero—an original hero—and the desire to see him succeed, to conquer, to get back what he’s lost is strong.

Thankfully despite my apprehensions about where this third installment might go, all in all, I was pleasantly surprised.
“‘I’m the same man I always was…Just a little less preoccupied with murder.’”
Told via Naz and Karissa’s alternating first person POV this time, Naz is back and so is his confidence, which seems to be rubbing off on Karissa as well. I’ve liked Karissa since the first book and this one really sealed the deal on Karissa as a strong, kick ass heroine. Even Naz sees it ;-)
“Karissa puts up more of a fight when we’re fucking.”
I’m trying to resist going all fan-girly here because I dislike fan-girl reviews, but Naz has got to be one of my all time favorite male characters, and I adore his relationship with Karissa. They’re different yet they understand each other and complement each other well. After everything they've been through from the first two books, they have a rapport that clearly comes through the pages and when they’re together it feels like the reader is getting an intimate look at their private moments.  
‘Sometimes he scares the hell out of me and sometimes you confuse the hell out of me, and together the two of you just… you make sense.’”
Which ironically they do. And it’s why I hope they always stay a true love story.
“‘I don’t want our lives to be a damn Nicholas Sparks story!’”
Amen!

Where Monster in His Eyes brought them together amidst a whirlwind mystery and Torture to Her Soul dug deep into the man behind the monster, Target on Our Backs has elements of suspense, more glimpses at the dynamics between the characters, an interesting and ironic theme of friendship, nods to their early romance, details to aspects you probably didn’t know you were missing but they now make the story fuller, and a dose of adventure—the dark and dangerous kind, of course.

But the thing I enjoyed most about this book was simply Naz and Karissa’s daily life.
“‘Places to go.
People to see.
Blood to spill.
You know how it is.’”
Really, you know you’re sucked in to some fabulously crafted characters when where they have lunch is even page turning! (Spoiler alert: freaking Wendy’s!!! lol)

They’re quite entertaining as a married couple. Forget the big climaxes (the literary kind, not the kinky kind) I could just read 400 pages of their every day existence (kink included)….and their humor! Yes, the monster is funny! Who knew?
“‘You look like someone I used to masturbate to when I was in my teens.’”
Aside from the moving and emotional ending which was beautiful, I smiled and even chuckled a surprisingly good deal during this one.  Maybe I was just happy to revisit old favorites, but I believe that their dialogues and commentary, their now ease with each other, their individual quirks—that’s the ultimate gem and strength of the story.

Target on Our Backs will definitely become a re-read just like the ones before it. Honestly, I think this whole series are books that need to be read more than once to get the full effect.


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REVIEW/RELEASE: Booty Call by Ainsley Booth


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~Synopsis~

I know what I’m doing when I text Scott at four in the morning.
He knows what I’m doing, too.
That’s why he shows up twenty-three minutes later, freshly showered with a condom in his pocket and a barely dissolved breath mint on his tongue.
I smirk as he looms over me. “You are such a dirty old man.”
“We need to stop doing this.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re twenty-one and I’m not. Because I want to take you on a f***ing date and you won’t. Because we wind up yelling at each other half the time.”
“But the rest of the time you’re inside me and it feels so good, right?”
His eyes darken and I don’t need to look down to know he’s hard for me.



*** THIS IS A STANDALONE BOOK, CONNECTED TO THE HORUS GROUP SERIES ***


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~Book Review~
4.25/4.5 Stars

First off, the blurb on this one drew me right in. *fans self*  Yeah, it’s totally hot and paints a great picture.

Allison Dashford Reid, 20, is a virgin perfecting the art of seduction. She’s perfecting it on her older sister’s bodyguard, Scott Mayfair, 35.  Ali wants to shed her virginity and Scott is exactly the man she has her eyes on for the job.
“Two consenting adults. A fucking shared craving that isn’t going anywhere, no matter what we do.”
So this story is a tied to The Horus Group series (now renamed Forbidden Bodyguards series)  You don’t have to have read the Hate F*@k serial first, but if you have just know that Allison is Hailey’s younger sister (the innocent one, not the sex tape making one).

But Allison and Scott are complicated. She’s a nose-to-the-book college student from a scandalous political family; he’s led a life of mystery and intrigue, his own family business on the intricate side too.
“I’d love to spank the brat right out of her. Another reason she’s off-limits, because it wouldn’t end with spanking.”
Despite their age difference and their backgrounds that have left them both jaded, they share quite the attraction. And their sexy times are the biggest appeal of the story.
“Before I can say sorry for being a dirty bastard or you’re welcome, maybe, since she’s whispering how good that was, she’s pushing me back into the tub.”
Their intimate encounters are well written—as in steamy and you can feel the sizzle through the page.
“His breath slides hot and fast against my neck as he holds me tight. ‘That’s right. This is our secret.’”
Some other aspects of the storytelling didn’t flow as smoothly for me. There’s some time jumps where I wanted to know how or why they got from point A to point B (figuratively speaking), and there’s also the side plot with his career that I found a little confusing at times.  I wished their story had been fleshed out a little more because I do think it has a lot to offer and could be much fuller.

Overall I liked both Ali and Scott and I liked them together although they weren’t without their individual flaws. I got a little whiplash trying to figure out what they both really wanted as it seemed to change, sometimes a bit abruptly, and while I realize that Allison was young, I thought she totally overreacted in the climax and behaved immaturely.

Told via Ali and Scott’s alternating first person POV, it’s an entertaining hot little story to enjoy. 

~Excerpt~
(Mature Content: For readers 18+)

Scott

It’s obscene, this view of my cock sliding between her legs.
Beautiful, how wet she is for me. How slick her slit is, making me glide faster, rub harder.
That’s us. Beauty and the beast. My arms flex as I hold myself above her, surging our bodies together.
Almost fucking.
It’s even more perverted like this.
“See how much I’d fill you up,” I rasp, and she jerks her head up.
She was already watching, but now she’s looking right at me. Like she sees every twisted want in my head and they get her off. Blood pounds through my body. She licks her lips and the throb in my cock hurts so bad now.
“Yeah, I see,” she whispers. “You’re so big. You’ll never fit.”
That shouldn’t turn me on. It never has before, not like this. Not this fantasy. But it totally does. She writhes beneath me, taunting me to play, too. Fuck, yes. I press her legs wide and grind against her, my cock riding hard over her clit and onto her belly again. “I’d break you, Ali.”
“I want you to.” She reaches for me, winding her arms around my neck, and she tugs me down.
I could hold myself up. I could resist her. Make us both watch as her breath grows shallow, as her nipples tighten and her tits flush.
But if I let her bring me close for a kiss, if she wraps her legs around my hips, it’s going to feel…
“Oh,” she gasps, as the angle between us shifts, and suddenly, my cock is right there.
She’s so wet. It’s such a mindfuck, knowing that I can’t just slam into her.
My dick didn’t get the message. He’s drooling hard, a big fucking puppy dog barking at the park.
I don’t have a condom on. She’s never done this before.
We can’t.
She rolls her hips, and the tip—just the tip, holy fuck, it’s a wet dream come true—notches into place.
Yes. My mind scrambles with how good this feels.
“We can’t,” I mutter, and it’s so guttural I’m not even sure it’s English.
She kisses me, hot and frantic, her breath puffing against my mouth as she licks at me and looks down between us and then kisses me again.
“Come on,” she says. “Just a little bit. I just wanna feel you…” She whimpers as I press my hips. Just a little bit.
What she wants.
He’s not going in any further, not without one of us working hard for it. My balls pull tight, begging to blow their load in a virgin pussy, and she wants it. I want it. It’s the middle of the night and I can’t remember why this is a bad idea.
Two consenting adults.
A fucking shared craving that isn’t going anywhere, no matter what we do.
Heat and need are swirling around me now, binding me to her, but I can’t do this. I pull back, and this time I don’t let her hold me close. She growls beneath me, fierce and proud, and I haul her up and off the bed, holding her against me as I spin us so I’m sitting against her headboard and she’s on my lap.
My cock is safely wedged between us, his wet tip angrily slapping my belly.
“You want me inside you, Ali?”
She winds her hands into my hair. “You know I do. You got a virgin hang-up or something?”
I laugh, harsh and hollow. Or something. “You being a virgin isn’t a problem.”
She smirks. “I know it turns you on.” She licks her lips. “It turns me on, too. I wasn’t kidding when I said I want you to break me.”
“I’m not
doing that to you. That’s not what sex is, Ali.”
“You going to teach me? I want to know every last dirty thing you know.”
“You’ve got Tumblr. You don’t need me to teach you.” My dick disagrees, and Ali makes this hungry little sound in her throat as my erection throbs between her legs.
“Stop perving on my Tumblr account, old man.” She rocks down my length. Back up again. Then she stops and grabs my hands. She presses them to her hips, then slides them up to her breasts. I love her tits so much. They’re ripe and firm and surprisingly heavy.
They’re fucking womanly. She’s making a point. Has been making it, and I’ve been missing it, and it’s a miracle she hasn’t punched me for being stupid.
We’re both breathing hard, and she whispers my name. I jerk my attention from her nipples—can’t blame me, come on, they’re perfect—to her face.
“I’m not a kid,” she says softly.


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~About the Author~
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants.  


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