Book: My Mind's Eye
Author: Gillian Jones
Cover by: Book Covers by Ashbee Designs
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SYNOPSIS
Ryker
She is the epitome of the girl next door, but
with a feistiness that makes my dick throb.
I'm drawn to her like no other; she stirs
things in me I have no desire to feel, long for things I shouldn't.
This is my game. I choose the players. I never
play for keeps.
I don't believe in fate. I make my own
destiny. I work hard and play harder.
Luck is for pussies, Karma for idiots. Me, I
make shit happen.
Meeting her fucked up my plan. Threw me off my
game.
I'm now face to face with my Karma and her
name is Kat Rollins.
Kat
Ryker Eddison is the epitome of a player.
You know the type - Mr. Get In and Get Out.
He's all about the chase, wanting just one
night. Everyone knows this, I know this. Still I find myself craving him. My
greedy body betraying what my heart and mind already know; he will only bring
me pain.
He's the guy that girls like me should avoid.
I'm smart, I know better. But when I'm with him, I feel things I’ve never felt
before. Things I never knew I wanted.
I can't deny it...I like the chase, the high
is explosive, but I'm afraid if I give in, I may end up losing more than I can
handle... my heart.
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EXCERPT
Ryker
I walk into Pub Fiction for my shift about
forty-five minutes early tonight, not thinking twice about knocking on the
staff room door because a, I’m early, and b, I never have the fuck before. Well
let me tell you, apparently a and b don't apply anymore with Hot Girl working
here. And apparently a knocking rule needs to be put in effect from this point
on.
‘Cause, HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! As I barge
into the room I’m quickly met with the sexiest scene I have EVER laid my eyes upon in my
life. Sitting on the black leather ottoman in the middle of the room while
bending forward with the abundance of her succulent cleavage spilling out of a
black lace bra, is none other than Kat. Well fuck me sideways til Sunday! She
doesn't see me right away as she’s pulling up black sheer pantyhose over her
legs, legs I might add that just don't seem to quit. With this vision in front
of me now taunting my senses, mainly my sense of I-wanna-fucking -touch, of course I do what all men in my
position would do. Yup, like the fucking perv I am, I stare. Actually no, I
full on gawk at the sight unfolding in front of my greedy eyes. Greedy to take
her all in, every motion, every curve. Jesus, who knew a simple act could
be so erotic. My cock is throbbing from where I stand, aching to be set
free. Stifling a moan, I adjust myself thinking of my next move.
I honestly cannot help but watch, even
if I wanted to leave, I can’t. It’s as if I’m rooted in place, my feet encased
in cement, trapping me. My brain convincing my body it’s actually stuck. And
truth be told, I’m okay with it. There is no other place I‘d rather be at this
very moment, than right there with this woman as I silently wallow in her
beauty. This, this in front of me is what wet dreams are made of. I knew this
girl was hot, but fuck me. Man, am I grateful that my brain and body aren’t on
the same page right now. You know the page where my legs would be allowing me
to leave like I know I should. I know the right thing to do is to turn
around and walk right the fuck back out the door. But in truth there is no
fucking way that is happening, ‘cause this view is spectacular. And there is no fucking way
am I’m missing this opportunity.
As if she’s finally sensing something in
the air has changed, Kat looks up and finds me standing there rooted in my
place by the door, gawking at her. Rather than freaking out like I assume she
would, she simply smiles, her face a bit flushed as states that she says she
could have sworn she locked the door. Our eyes meet and she continues to blush
the sexiest shade of pink I have ever seen. I can’t help but think of what
other body parts of Kat’s might match the shade. Shaking my head from those
thoughts for now, I focus my attention back onto Kat, and in perfect time to
witness her stand from her position on the ottoman.
I should fucking say something, I know
this, I really do but for some fucked up reason I can’t form a response. It's
like I’m one of those assholes who gets all tongue-tied around pretty girls.
Fuck, I look like such a dick right now. Here I stand, staring with my mouth
agape waiting her next move or to finally see her lose her shit on me. But
instead, I've never been so thankful for not having a voice before in my life.
As Kat stands, I can tell she’s actually quite nervous and shy. For some reason
instinct wants me to comfort her. I want to call her baby and reassure her that
she has not a goddamn thing to be nervous or embarrassed about, but I don’t. I
want to tell her how sexy, and how completely thought consuming she has been,
but I don’t. I want to tell her she is so fucking hot. But again, I don’t. I
decide to stay quiet. I want her to lead how we’re going to play this thing
out, whatever will make her to feel more at ease. Therefore, I stand in silence
watching and waiting for her to call the shots. She begins to fumble with
getting her t-shirt on and rather than staying quiet like I had planned guess
what happens?
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AUTHOR BIO
I'm a wife, and mother. My Mind's Eye is my first book writing adventure! Eeeeek! I'm Canadian so I might spell things a little odd once in a while;) I love red wine, adore my friends and I'm so completely in love with my hubby and little boy. I'm addicted to shoe shopping, shopping, and ummm shopping! But my biggest addiction however is reading. That shit runs deep in my veins, I'm a lover of alpha males, hot sex, with a side of angst all topped off with the happy ever after. I'm a new indie author and I can't wait to start this journey.
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