Book:
My Mind's Eye
Author:
Gillian Jones
Cover
by: Book Covers
by Ashbee Designs
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.
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?
About
the Author
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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