By: Angel Rose
Release Date: 08.05.15
Cover Photo: Stock Photo
She was twenty-one when she moved to New York City to run away from her tragic past. There, she met an older gentlemen, captain of the detective unit, who took her under his wing, and offered her a job. They developed an inseparable bond, a father-daughter relationship. Then, she met HIM, gorgeous criminal defense lawyer, and she fell in love for the first time. Life couldn't be more perfect for her, especially since she felt so broken in the past. But when both men meet, the tension is undeniable, they can't stand each other, and she doesn't understand why. Her perfect life starts to crumble around her, and she begins to feel her broken past resurface again. Can both men stay in her life without breaking her apart? Or will she have to choose?
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Another nightmare filled with the same intense feeling of panic and fear, still grabbing at that little girl who hid underneath her mother’s bed to escape the monster…her father. My hands were trembling as I lifted myself leaning on my elbow, and using the other hand to rub gently on the tiny knot that was forming on the back of my head. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand as the salty contents covered my lips. I leaned up on my knees and stood, slowly reaching over to the lamp on the night table, desperately trying to find the switch. I turned on the light and shook my head. God, Jenesis, you’re pathetic!
Twenty years old and you’re still having nightmares about your father. I sat up on my bed and leaned my head against the headboard trying to catch the last breath I felt I had. I glanced over at the door as I heard keys jangle and watched as the doorknob slowly turned.
He pressed the CD player and Adore You by Miley Cyrus began to play. I was slipping on my bra when I heard my bedroom door slowly open. I could feel his presence, and as he walked up behind me, he slid his arms around my waist. I closed my eyes at his touch, my body quivering as I leaned my head back against his chest, placing my hands on top of his. He turned me around slowly, staring at me as he unhooked my bra with one hand, sliding my bra down my arms. He was eyeing my breasts with lust in his eyes, and then he trailed his finger between my breasts down to my belly button making tiny circles around it as he smiled at me seductively. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close to his body, kissing me gently on my cheek and then my nose. He lifted me by my waist and I wrapped my legs around him. I kissed his neck as he nuzzled his face into my hair. I whispered the words to the song softly in his ear. His warm, sweet breath, against my ear sent chills up and down my spine and my nipples hardened as I sang to him softly. I inhaled his scent, him, sweet like a martini, yet strong like his body, that drove me insane. He pressed his body against mine as he swayed his hips from side to side, grabbing on to my bottom, grinding himself slowly into me. He blew my mind and my body into complete ecstasy. I leaned my head back as my soft black curls lay against his arms as I followed his hips to the beat of the music. It was so sensual and we danced as my naked breasts pressed against his chest and my sweatpants hung from the corner of my hips.
“I’m sorry. I can’t control myself sometimes.” He loosened his hands that were folded tightly on the table.
“What the hell is going on? Between you and Dave, you’re both going to kill me with your mood swings.” My eyes stared at him intensely waiting for a response.
“What are you my mother?” he asked annoyed, staring at me deeply with his eyes burning a hole through me.
“I just want to know why you hate Dave so much, and why you wanted to kill Nick last night,” I said angrily, placing down the chicken wrap and throwing my napkin on the table like a spoiled child.
“I don’t hate Dave. I. Don’t. Like. Him. And don’t include that fucking asshole, Nick, in our conversation. He’s nobody,” he said as he glared at me heatedly.
“This is jealousy. This “not liking” people is ruining our relationship.” My voice cracked as I tried to keep it together before falling apart.
“I…I can’t help the way I feel. I…I love you.” He placed his fork on his plate and lowered his head. “This is too much for me,” he whispered. My heart pounded against my chest. Oh my God! He said it! He said he loved me.
His eyes were glossy and now he seemed like the one who was going to fall apart.
“I love you Jenesis like I’ve never loved anyone before. You’re everything to me. I’m going to be 30 years old, and I’ve never felt like this for any woman. I have all of these weird emotions. This is really hard for me.” I grabbed his hand to comfort him and right then and there…I fell apart.
About the Author
Born and raised in NYC, Angel Rose resides in Upstate, NY, where she lives with her husband and two children.
She loves to sing, dance, draw and write; sometimes all at the same time! *smiling*
This is her first book as a published author. Her passion is writing stories about broken characters, who fall in love, are fighting inner demons, and sometimes they have a happy ending, and sometimes…they don’t.
She loves spending time with her boys and family. She loves nature, minus the pesky bugs. She enjoys a beautiful sunrise and sunset, chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles, chicken fajitas and a nice, ice cold beer.
She wears her heart on her sleeve and will help anyone in need. She’s a true Pisces at heart. She loves a good book, a soft pillow, and a throw blanket to snuggle up with.
To contact the author, email her at: Authorangelrose817@gmail.com