Our passion is incredibly intense.
The connection between us borders on the possessive.
Our feelings are absolutely forbidden. We're cousins…
The question now is…what the fuck are we going to do about it?
After Elizabeth Hill is brutally attacked in her apartment by an intruder and then unceremoniously dumped by her ex-boyfriend, she moves in with her wealthy aunt and uncle who assign her older cousin the task of keeping an eye out for her. All she remembers about her cousin Roman is that he was the moody mean boy who played a cruel trick on her when she was just six years old; but soon learns that he is now a complex and multi-layered man who has the ability to protect her, ignite her, and challenge her like no one ever has before.
Roman Masterson makes his fortune by fixing celebrity problems for big money and by any means necessary. He is a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, manwhore who doesn't have the time or inclination to babysit a gullible little brat from the suburbs…until he unknowingly spots her in the middle of a crowded dance floor and decides right then and there to claim every one of her orgasms from that moment on. Little does he know that the woman he's laid claim to is his…cousin.
Genre: New Adult Romance Book one of a two book series. Dual point of view. Warning: Contains adult themes, explicit love scenes, and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+. Disclaimer: Please note that all characters in the book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.
I hear a very clear and distinct set of heavy footsteps advancing towards us. Whoever it is, isn't
panicked like the rest of us. He or she (no it was definitely a he) is moving calmly and very
deliberately towards our direction. I experience a brief moment of alien-like movement in my
stomach warning me of something. I'm not sure what. Maybe to be on guard or perhaps to run.
Suddenly I feel five very warm, strong, and calloused fingers grasp my upper left arm and pull me up
on my feet.
"Stand up," the deep voice orders with a rumble. His lips just inches away from my ear. His breath
smells of peppermint, chocolate and cognac. A yummy mixture. It's familiar. Reminds me of
Christmas.
His distinctive voice reverberates throughout my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my
toes, and then settles in as if making a home in between my legs. I'm shocked at my body's reaction
and frankly embarrassed. Typically I would never blindly follow the commands of a stranger, but this
isn't a usual circumstance I find myself in. So for once I decide not to over think things (like he may
be a serial killer) and instead just follow his lead.
With his hand still firmly clasping my upper arm, he notices that my feet are unsteady and quickly
adjusts himself to place his other hand loosely around my middle to balance me as I stand. His
massive hand almost spans the entire length of my torso and although my clothing serves as a
barrier, to me it feels like I have nothing on. His thumb nearly grazes my breast, which sends my
nipples into a hard alert, while his pinky finger comes dangerously close to the waistband of my
panties. I am so overwhelmed by all the sensations of him touching me, that my body probably feels
heavy to him, as I inadvertently sway slightly forward and allow him to bear more of my weight. My
heaviness doesn't seem to be an issue though, as he effortlessly guides me upwards onto my feet
with one sweeping movement.
"Easy." He murmurs softly by my ear.
Even with all hell breaking loose in the club, that one word, the stranger's raspy voice, and his
unforgettable hands are all I can concentrate on. His touch feels personal, careful, and intimate, as if
we already know each other or as if we are definitely about to. As he continues to direct me, his
commands all of a sudden turn somewhat clipped, almost like he is annoyed with me for some
unknown reason.
"She with you?"
"Yes."
"Grab her hand too."
"Wait I-" I start to protest. His terse tone throwing me off.
"Grab her." He orders again.
As he continues to hold onto me, to help me keep my balance, I reach down to grab Sloan's arms
and lift her up with me. "Come on Sloan."
"Walk." Is all the stranger says next.
And we do.
I grew up an only child gorging myself on daytime soaps, night time dramas, and romance novels. I write about strong alpha men and the smart women they seek to claim, and I tend to favor continuing storylines and sagas, although I will write a stand alone novel when inspiration strikes. My novels always contain dirty language and mature content…so be warned. To be notified of new releases, join my list here: http://LisaLangBlakeney.com/VIP
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