Meet
Oliver & Vivian in this sexy, quirky & emotional stand-alone.
You will laugh, you will cry and most of all, you will not be
disappointed!
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Idle Bloom for a December 1st release at the following
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Blurb
"What
lies beneath my veiled perfection is the ugly truth—my truth, my
reality, my destiny."
Vivian
Graham has an acceptance letter into Harvard, a badass tattoo, loyal
friends, ties to marijuana, a penchant for Dunkin’ Donuts, and her
pesky V-card.
Everyday
she takes the Red Line to her job at The Green Pot in Boston while
her friends enter the coveted, black iron gates to higher learning.
The ramifications from a tragic accident have put her life on hold
while time marches on for everyone around her.
After
graduating from Harvard Law, Boston native, Oliver Konrad, moves to
Portland to start his career and his life. Three years later, after a
horrific discovery, he returns home to trade in his three-piece suit
for leather work boots and his suburban home for a condo in
Cambridge.
All
he brought back to the East Coast was an aversion to pillows and
secrets he keeps hidden behind a mysterious locked door. Oliver’s
days are predictable and his nights are lonely until he meets Vivian
on the subway. Her long raven hair, green eyes, and mile-long legs
are achingly sexy, but the way she "innocently" fingers and
licks her Boston Kreme doughnut can only be described in two
words—complete torture.
When
their paths cross at every turn, laughter is abundant, friendship is
easy, and love is unintentional. However, their future seems
improbable.
Excerpt
“I
don’t need panties.”
“I
disagree,” he says with his back to me as he signs for the purchase
at the counter. He takes the bag in one hand and grabs my hand with
his other. “Shall we?” He leads me out of the store.
“A,
I
have plenty of panties. B,
I
told you I don’t wear them sometimes because it makes me feel
sexy.”
He
opens my door and sets the bag by my feet after I get in. Then he
leans down and brings his face a breath away from mine as his hand
slides up my leg. His thumb eases past my shorts. He stops and shakes
his head as the pad of it meets my bare sex, no underwear.
My
face contorts into a grimacing smile as my shoulders rise into a
guilty shrug. He presses his thumb to my now wet center. My mouth
relaxes as I suck in a breath and try to close the distance between
our lips. He moves his head back just enough to deny me. He grins
then moves his thumb a little higher. I moan as he rubs slow circles.
“How
do you feel?” he whispers.
“G–good.”
I grip the side of the seat and let my head fall back.
“What
else?”
“Turned
… on.” I close my eyes.
“What
else?”
I
tilt my hips up as he works me up so high I fear my own reaction to
the impending fall.
“Oli
…”
He
speeds up, pressing his lips to my neck, and when his teeth graze
over my sensitive skin I lose it.
“What.
Else?” he whispers in my ear as the blinding sensation rips through
me.
“Sexy
… I feel … sexy.” I try to catch my breath while my head’s
still spinning.
He
kisses me hard then shuts my door.
I
hate that I have no self-control to deny him giving me an orgasm
while parked with the door open on a public street. Now he’s
sporting a ridiculously smug grin as he pulls out into traffic.
“What
was the point of that?” I break the silence.
“I
wanted to prove that I
make
you feel sexy. Now that you know that, you can start wearing
underwear.”
“What
does it matter if no one else can see that I’m not wearing
underwear?”
“First,
some of the dresses you wear are awfully short. Second, I
know you’re not wearing underwear and I don’t like walking around
saluting everyone I pass.”
“Saluting?”
He
shoots me a you-know-what-I-mean look.
“Whatever,
you’re just being weird.”
“I’m
being a guy.”
“That’s
what I said. You’re being weird.”
About
the Author:
Jewel
E Ann
Jewel
is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With
10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early
retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three
awesome boys and manage the family business.
After
her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the
Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three
books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice
sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When
she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a
time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock
climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of
course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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