this one is a few days late but better late than never!
**This is a STANDALONE full-length Adult Contemporary Romance that contains mature sexual content and language and is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**
It all started with a simple phrase.
The moment Vanessa Hilliard walked into the tattoo shop uttering those two words was the day my life began its downward spiral.
Or maybe it’s the day my life began.
My name is Rex Grayson.
And this is my story.
The day I met Rex Grayson, I got a hell of a lot more than I bargained for. He sparked something inside of me -- possibility. A word that never existed in my world before. He caused me to question who I was and made me want things I never dreamed were possible.
We’ve both got a mountain of shit in our past.
My name is Vanessa Hilliard. I have an affinity for the unusual and seriously twisted.
He thinks this is his story.
But it’s really mine.
My eyes roam from flower to flower, nose filling with the most wonderful fragrances, heart hypnotized by Rex and this unexpected yet beautiful gesture.
"I can't believe he did this for me," I voice out loud as though the field has ears, my head doing a continuous shake.
"Why not, he's fucking amazing," a sexy rasp says from behind me, and the wind gets knocked out of me once again when I turn my head to find Rex standing in the doorway with a roguish grin. He pushes off the wall and stalks over to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Hi, baby." He takes my hand and helps me to my feet...
He kisses the tip of my nose. "I don't know. Is it working?
"I think it might be," I admit, my lips splitting into a grin.
"Well, don't get too used to it." His gentle hand pushes a wave of hair behind my ear. "I'm not a flowery type of a guy."
Despite Rex and Vanessa getting hot and heavy fairly early in the book, we get to see a good amount of character and relationship development between them. What started off as a friends with benefits relationship grew into something so much more. Beth's writing definitely has something magical about it I love how natural the relationship between Rex and Vanessa is. They are absolutely adorable together!
Vanessa. I love her. She is very strong willed and feisty. I love how confident she is with herself and her body around Rex. Always makes me giggle.
Her tongue finishes her sentence, licking from the base of my shaft all the way to the head, and I groan, afraid I might lose my shit right now...When she finally lifts her head, she's got a wicked grin on her face.
"You see," she rubs a finger over her swollen lips, "I've got mad skills, too."
And then we have Rex, a bad boy and a tattoo artist! Immediate love. Both of them are a little bented but we see them grow. He screws up bad at one point but he grovels for forgiveness in the most romantic way ever. And damn is the sex amazing...
"You anxious, Blondie?" I whisper in her ear, grazing the shell with my tongue. She takes a hard swallow and nods her head.
"Good. I want you anxious."
/sighs. I want a relationship like theirs.
Since she's already on my lap, I decide to carry her out the door, wanting to keep my arms around her for as long as possible.
"What are you doing?" she squeals, one of my hands on her ass and the other around her back.
"What does it look like? I'm trying to cop a feel," I joke, and she shakes her head, laughing, her silky hair flapping against my face.
"Are you intent on carrying me the entire way to my apartment?" Her cheeks rise with her smile and she's so damn adorable.
"Well, you know I've got the stamina." I wink, squeezing her ass. It's kind of hard not to when it's right under my hand.
Excerpt . . .
His warm breath fans my neck, and I bite back the noise that wants to escape when his tongue makes contact with that sensitive spot behind my ear. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “and I bet you’re already wet for me.”
“Beyond wet,” I whisper back, not wanting the taxi driver to hear and think that I’m a sex-crazed freak, even though I feel like one.
Rex inhales a jagged breath, his hand finally wandering higher up my thigh. “I can’t wait until my tongue can find out just how much,” he says quietly. And when I glance up at him, his eyes denote a hunger that lights a flame inside of me. One that’s been buried for quite some time.
I press my lips together, staring out the window in an attempt to distract myself. My skin tingles with anticipation as I try to rein in my breathing that is currently out of control. But I don’t have to wait too long. Within minutes, the taxi pulls up in front of his building.
Rex pays the driver and practically jerks me from the seat, latching onto my hand as we fly into the building like two sex-starved lunatics. He hesitates the moment we enter the glass door, glancing up at the flight of stairs then back to me. With a devious grin, he scoops me up under my knees and I let out a yelp of surprise.
“Ahh! What on earth are you doing, Rex?” I laugh, my head dropping back.
He continues striding up the stairs with purpose. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Why are you carrying me? I can walk, you know.”
“Blondie, shut up and kiss me,” he demands. “I need motivation for climbing.”
About The Author . . .
She is a Connecticut native who loves spending time with her husband and two children. If you can’t find her, though, she’s probably hiding out with her laptop or her kindle somewhere quiet, preferably a spot overlooking the ocean. She has an affinity for Twizzlers, is a hopeless romantic, and a happily ever after fanatic.
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