RELEASE DAY BLITZ
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What happens when the kink between the pages leads to heat between the sheets?
All Blake Crawford wants is to pass his creative writing course, get his university degree and take over his dad’s ailing family business. What Amanda Newland wants is to graduate at the top of her class, as well as finally finish her novel and prove to her family that writing is a respectful career.
What Blake and Amanda don’t want is to be paired up with each other for their final project but that’s exactly what they both get when they’re forced to collaborate on a writing piece. Since Amanda thinks Blake is a pushy asshole (with a panty-melting smirk and British accent) and Blake thinks Amanda has a stick up her ass (though it’s brilliant ass), they fight tooth and nail until they discover they write well together. They also might find each other really attractive, but that’s neither here nor there.
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side, putting most of his weight on one arm while the other pushed a few
strands of hair away from the side of my face.
“I love you and want to care for you.”
His hand traveled up to touch the inside of my wrist. “These scars were made from him, not me. I’ll never bind you with rope, handcuffs, or
anything that could cause damage to your perfect skin. How someone could do this so callously is
subside, and I felt myself relax.
warm, his hands tender caresses to my skin, as he asked, “Can you trust me?”
think long about my answer. “You’re the
first man I’ve been able to trust since my divorce. The only one I’d trust with my soul.”
as he leaned down and kissed me gently, “I trust you with mine as well. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let you go
ballistic on my ass with that flogger.”
He quirked a lopsided smile that melted my heart. At that moment, I didn’t know where this
crazy ride we were on was leading, but I knew I wanted it to be with him.
about earlier. “I can’t express how
sorry I am about…”
to silence me as he shook his head.
“It’s done. It’s over with. We’ll never make mention of it again. Tonight is all about you. I want your complete surrender to me. I want to keep your arms bound with a silk
scarf and your eyes focused on mine. I
want you to know that I’m the one in charge.
It’s my face you’ll associate with pleasure, pulling every possible
orgasm out of this body that I can, leaving you spent and craving more. What do you say, love?”
love. Yes, Sir.”
mine as his hands circled underneath my shoulders, pulling me onto him even
harder. He’d finally released my lips,
leaning over me saying, “Eyes on me, darling.
I want you to know how perfect we are together. I’m the one bringing you this pleasure and no
one else. Your mine, Marjorie! Say it, love.”
in his eyes held me captive. I felt our
souls and body connect on a level I’d never encountered. I couldn’t tell where either of us began or
ended. The sensations building inside of
me were different than before. His
movements were sweet, gentle, yet claiming all at once.
Marjorie. Come for me, love. Be one with me, now.” His words were a beacon of light to me,
freeing me from the dark confines of my past, knowing that with him I could
finally open myself up to new things and allow him to guide me. I knew with Ethan, I’d be safe.
muscles locked down on him, sending electrical waves of current throughout my
entire body. His lips sealed over mine,
absorbing my cries of passion while he pumped into me one last time. Feeling
the intensity of his release, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist not
wanting him to separate from me.
continued to go off behind my eyes, for what seemed like an eternity. Our breath was nearly spent. He finally broke
off our kiss and collapsed into my neck.
“My god, I love you, woman. I’m
addicted to every part of you.”
relax onto the sheets, not caring anymore that my wrists were bound together
and over my head. All I felt was utter
peace and tranquility. I let out a
ragged breath, “I love you too. I’m
completely captivated by your mind, body, and soul.”
You’d ask what kind of psychic I am. Well, I’ll tell you: I’m the shitty kind. I see maybe ten percent of what I should, and I can’t change a fucking second of it. I see what I see, and then I brace because it’s going to happen. There isn’t a thing I can do.
Believe me, I’ve tried. It’s a waste of time, and it weighs too much on my heart.
And on my mind.
Let’s not forget about the tenuous hold I have on sanity. I just thank the universe I live alone now. How many times could I have woken a roommate, looking like a horror movie reject before I booked a one-way ticket to a padded cell? I’ve already lived through one involuntary incarceration under an insane Primary’s thumb; a repeat stay is not in my future.
I’d rather chew a bullet.
Hiding my abilities when under constant surveillance is almost impossible. I’m a Seer, born with the ability to observe things that will come to pass in vivid Technicolor inside my little noggin, hence that lovely dream. I also sometimes randomly electrocute people without meaning to. Well, sometimes I mean to, but not all the time, and that is pretty scary. If people weren’t already looking at me funny before, which they are because as a Seer, my eyes freak people way the fuck out, they would after I zapped the crap out of them randomly.
Then there’s the phasing. As a fledgling, I sometimes transitioned from my resting form to the ethereal without even trying. Meaning, when I got angry or upset, I would burst into flames, and my wings would pop out. I got angry a lot in those days.
Yes, I am a bloodthirsty little thing. No, I don’t have any problem inflicting violence when I deem it necessary. Yes, ‘when I’m pissed’ falls under the necessary column.
Okay, I should explain the eye thing. You see (pun intended) my eyes are a very pale, milky green. All the time. You remember old westerns where the old guy is blind, and he has those freaky eyes where the iris and pupil nearly blend into the sclera? Yep, you guessed it, that’s what’s going on here.
Only I’m not blind.
And I wear contacts when I go outside because if I don’t people assume I’m blind, for one, and their face says they are squicked way the hell out, for numero dos. Also, when I’m pissed they kind of, well, glow.
Like an incandescent bulb, glow.
So the fact I’m not exactly human is really fucking obvious.
Hello, my name is Aurelia Constantine, and I am a Phoenix.