Synopsis
Avoiding Amy Jackson (The Infamous
Series #2)
Meet Amy Jackson. An outspoken, raunchy, in-your-face, loudly
inappropriate ER Nurse who makes a career out of indulging.
One-night stands have always been her thing.
Commitment and relationships are two words that are not in her vocabulary.
Amy doesn't have dreams of soul mates and white picket fences. She adamantly refuses to even consider the idea of getting married and starting a family. She’s also obstinate in allowing a certain physician to get on her good side…
James Williams. A cocky, smug, too-damn-good-looking orthopedic surgeon who has his sights set on the very feisty Amy Jackson. He is more than intrigued and ready to do whatever it takes…
“I want this woman. I’m the type of guy who will fight for what he wants until he gets it. I will take my time with Amy. I won’t rush her. I will continue to slowly slide myself into her life until she realizes that I belong there. And then…I won’t let her go.”
This is Book Two in The Infamous Series
One-night stands have always been her thing.
Commitment and relationships are two words that are not in her vocabulary.
Amy doesn't have dreams of soul mates and white picket fences. She adamantly refuses to even consider the idea of getting married and starting a family. She’s also obstinate in allowing a certain physician to get on her good side…
James Williams. A cocky, smug, too-damn-good-looking orthopedic surgeon who has his sights set on the very feisty Amy Jackson. He is more than intrigued and ready to do whatever it takes…
“I want this woman. I’m the type of guy who will fight for what he wants until he gets it. I will take my time with Amy. I won’t rush her. I will continue to slowly slide myself into her life until she realizes that I belong there. And then…I won’t let her go.”
This is Book Two in The Infamous Series
Excerpt
I
lose myself in the music, lean my head back, and let the vibrations from the
bass take over my movements. I feel strong hands grip my hips from behind and I
automatically lean into the very masculine touch. This mystery man has some
serious moves. He takes the lead and encourages my hips to move with the rhythm
of his pelvis. Heat courses through my body and small beads of sweat drip down
my back. Shivers roll down my spine when I feel the swipe of his tongue on the
nape of my neck. My lashes sweep down involuntarily as my eyes close shut from
his erotic move.
His
tongue just lapped at my salty, sweat-glistened skin and I couldn’t be any more
turned on than I am right now. I feel sexually sensitized and continue to shake
my hips as I turn around to come face to face with my new dance partner. I need
to see the man who has my body aroused like a live wire, ready to explode any
minute.
My
gaze slowly takes in his entire body as my eyes move upward to his face. The
jeans, the chest, the strong jawline—all of it—give
me a sense of familiarity. As my focus locks with an emerald gaze, an
intoxicating scent assaults my nostrils. The aroma of peppermint, clean
laundry, and cedar swim around my entire being, and I’m faced with the notion
that I’m probably going to think about sex every time I pour detergent in my
washer.
He is fixated on me. His intense, penetrating stare watches
my every move.
Fucking Limp Dick.
My
body tenses automatically in pure rage. I can’t believe he had the gall to come
up behind me…pull my body into his chest…grind into me…and lick me! He fucking
licked me!
My
anger gets the best of me. I start to yank away from his grasp on my hips, but
his hands reach around my lower back and pull me flush against him. My breasts
press into his chiseled chest. His noticeable arousal pushes against my belly. God that feels good. He’s successfully
thrown my equilibrium again and my pussy isn’t helping matters. She’s primping
herself, preparing for a night of sex-crazed madness with James.
I really want sex-crazed madness
with James.
No. You. Don’t.
Yes. I. Do!
His
lips brush the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I feel his warm breath on my
neck. A moan escapes my lips as I feel the flat of his tongue lick my
collarbone. My nipples are now poking through my bra like they’re Punxsutawney
Phil and it’s fucking Groundhog Day. Yes, I just compared my tits to a
groundhog… Get over it. I’m grasping
at straws here. This man doesn’t exactly have me in the most controlled state
of mind.
“You.
Taste. So. Fucking. Good.” His deep, masculine voice fills my head as he speaks
directly into my ear. His teeth gently tug on my lobe, inciting another myriad
sensations to course through my body. Sensations that have triggered me to
become temporarily insane and forget all of things I promised myself I wouldn’t
do. I hate that I’m so turned on by him, but I can’t stop. I can’t pull myself
away from him. I’m intoxicated by his very presence.
We
continue to dance, our faces mere inches from each other as we stare into each
other’s eyes. His hands move up to my face as he grasps my cheeks. His eyes
have my mind mesmerized. My entire being is entranced by him.
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About the Author
N.A. Alcorn is
a wife, mother, labor and delivery nurse, writer, and blogger. She lives in
Cincinnati with her husband and three-year-old son, Sid. In her spare time she
enjoys reading, writing, running, and having inappropriate conversations with
her blog besties. She also has a serious addiction to music and her all-time
favorite band is Incubus. Her ability to eat an ungodly amount of Reese’s Cups
in a fifteen minute time frame would quite literally blow your mind.
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