give & take –an erotic romance novella
book ii – give & receive series
Tyler Malone: Life as a rock star is anything but boring. Money, power and fame is an addictive drug I crave that gets me off...every time. Millions of adoring fans, willing to do anything just for me to glance their way. What's not to love? All I ever wanted was the one who wouldn't. She's the one person I crave more than the life, more than the money and power. More than anything...
Danny Blake: Some smart-assed reporter nicknamed me the "The Dark Prince," because I shun the limelight. I prefer being behind the scenes, always have. Fame is now a choke hold around my neck, a dark, lonely road that never seems to end. The one light in my life is her. The person who matters above everything else. At one time I thought we could be happy together, but I lost that chance when I married someone else...
Lena Roman: Owner of the infamously notorious nightclub Sadist, head of a massive PR empire; nothing "Queen Midas" touches doesn't turn to gold. Fiercely passionate, loyal and headstrong, she is the woman who loves them both, with a fiery heat that's all consuming. Choosing between her best friend and the one she stupidly allowed at one time to claim her heart wasn't going to be easy...but she had to, right? You can't love two people at once...
Book two of the scorching hot new series, "give & receive."
“I have wanted to taste you for so long, Lena.” Ty murmured against her skin, his every word causing tortuous, vibrating pleasure, making her hips move involuntarily against his lips in hunger.
“Please…just let me do this. I promise you that’s all I’ll take. Nothing more.”
Lena laughed, a choked, breathless sound as she tried to gasp for air.
“Yeah. I know. It sounded good though, right?” Ty laughed along with her and looked up at her, meeting her eyes, struck once again at just how beautiful she was, especially when she laughed.
She had the best laugh. Free and infectious, like she didn’t care who heard her.
He wished she did it more.
He wished he didn’t care so much that she didn’t.
As Lena looked down at him, she saw how ridiculously long his lashes were, framing his impossibly green eyes. Almost like a girl’s. Maybe even longer.
She could never understand that shit. Why did God feel it necessary to give boys longer lashes when chicks were the ones who wanted them?
Further evidence God was a woman. Only a bitchy, catty female wouldn’t share long lashes with other chicks and instead bestow it on a species completely undeserving and devoid of the knowledge of what to do with them.
Not that there was anything feminine about Tyler Malone. One hundred percent grade a premium male. And not one to frown at. He was gorgeous and he knew it, with a head full of the curliest dark brown hair she had ever seen on a man. Spiraled ringlets if he let them grow long enough. Ty made sure they never did.
Her laughter faded as she realized where they had found themselves.
She also gradually became aware of him staring at her with that unfathomable expression she could never decipher.
“I should go, Ty…before anything else happens we regret.”
She cleared her throat.
“Not that anything happened before. Because it didn’t. But if it did…which it didn’t…let’s not do something we’ll both regret tomorrow.”
“I understand you feel that way. I can even empathize with your plight. But I suppose that’s the difference between you and me.” His head dropped as he bent forward. “I don’t regret this.”
(transposed to the third person to appear more mature *grins cheerfully*)
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)