Publication date: August 18th 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance
Braelynn Wolf is focused on two things: work and law school.
That is how she survives.
That is how she’ll make a difference.
Until she meets HIM.
Peyton Haas is sexy, dangerous, and forbidden. The defense attorney on Braelynn’s first legal case is the only man who can cloud her judgment. Unable to stay away, she finds herself lying to everyone around her so she can spend time with the man who makes her feel things she never felt before—things she never dreamed possible.
With the legal case hanging on a thread, can Braelynn ignore the relationship she has built with Peyton?
Or will she succumb to the man who has the power to throw away her future?
Is there are Genre the author has not written in but would like to try and why and if not why
I think it takes a truly creative mind to write Paranormal. When you pick up that book you are taken on a journey. The colors of the walls are described; everything around you is in detail. You feel like you are in the story along with the characters. You have to create a world describe every possible scene. I think about JK Rowling, and how she created Harry Potter, she didn’t tell a story she created a Hogwarts.
I opened the bathroom door. Peyton was approaching, fire burning in his eyes. I stopped short, but he wasn’t slowing down. He reached for my hand, taking me with him as he continued to walk. I didn’t protest or object; my body willingly obeyed his request. He continued to move, taking long strides down the hallway as I jogged behind him in my four-inch heels.
“Where are you taking me?” I questioned.
He stopped walking and punched in a few numbers on a keypad lock, then opened a door to a small conference room. The lights immediately turned on as we entered. As the door closed behind us, Peyton pulled me to him.
He brought my body against his, and his hard erection pressed against my abdomen. “I don’t like being teased.” He brought his hand to my chin, pulling my face up to meet his eyes. “I don’t like sharing. I don’t like half-ass answers. But God knows I need to be buried deep inside of you.” My lace thong moistened with arousal as he continued. “Making you squirm … making your body convulse.” He lowered his lips to my neck, kissing it softly. “I want you, Braelynn. Let me have you. Let me take you.”
My conversations with Kennedy and Gus flashed through my head, but I couldn’t deny my hunger. My career didn’t matter. The case didn’t matter. All I cared about was how he would make me feel. I nodded. “Take me, Haas.” My body was aching for his touch. “Please.” I heard him growl, firmly biting on my neck, and the pain only intensified my desire for him.
He guided me to the table and grasped my chin, moving my face to the side and exposing my neck. His breath caused goose bumps to rise, and my breath caught in my lungs. Peyton’s hand was on my backside, cupping my butt firmly, and his lips softly grazed my neck before his tongue left a wet trail. Unable to control my breathing, I gasped for oxygen, which had apparently left the room the moment we’d entered. Moving his hands up my spine, he bit down on my collarbone, causing me to whimper under his touch.
Peyton’s hand played with my zipper before he slowly lowered it, and my skin ignited as the draft hit my exposed back. I met his gaze and his lips found mine, caressing my tongue with his as my dress fell to the floor. The thought of my expensive dress getting ruined was no longer a concern.
He pulled away to look at me. “Fuck … You’re fucking gorgeous.” I thanked Victoria’s Secret for the black lace strapless push-up bra and matching lace thong.
“Are you just going to stare?” I questioned, smiling at him.
She is a New Jersey Native who loves spending time with her husband and two dogs Buddy and Daisy. When she is not writing or hiding behind her Kindle, you can find her with outside, gardening, at a local shopping center enjoying some retail therapy, or enjoy a pepperoni pizza.