Thursday, April 30, 2015

Broken Lens Release Day!

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For those of you that have been waiting, the wait is over. Broken Lens is here. The story continues where it left off in Through the Lens.

And those of you who didn't read Through the Lens or not into Young Adult romance, you don't need to read it to enjoy Broken Lens. All the information necessary to enjoy the story (related to the first book) is in there. Plus, Broken Lens is written as a New Adult romance novel.

So what are you waiting for? Come on, give it a shot. I hope you like it.

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Excerpt below. *warning* Rated for mature readers.

After the second beer and a dose of pain meds, I finally passed out. I dreamed of better times. A carefree Jess when I’d realized I’d fallen completely for her. Then she’d looked at me like I was worth something more than the image of my face or the size of my bank account.

The warmth of the sunlight, like Jess’s fingertips on my skin, jolted me awake. My hand went to the back of my neck where the sofa created kinks I couldn’t get out. I stood still unsteady and found Jess asleep on my bed. Thoughts of kissing my way up her from her leg to her beautiful mouth invaded my mind. I made a hasty retreat to my bathroom...

I shucked my clothes, causing them to slap against the tile floor. I turned on the shower and stepped in, even though, the water was as cold as ice. Hopefully, it would alleviate my heated desire for the girl on my bed who had me hard as my thick skull.

Soapy, head to toe, I fisted my need in my hand as I rested my head on the tiles. Water cascaded down my back and did nothing to cool my heated skin. I almost didn’t hear the door to the shower stall open. As the water began to warm at my back, a soft hand landed on my hip. I jumped and turned around.

Jess stood with willing Puritan eyes. If only she knew of the monster that was so close to the surface, she would most likely run like hell.

“Jessica, you need to leave now.”

Her hand reached up and touched my shoulder. “I don’t want to leave.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for. Please leave, or I swear I’m going to have you like I’ve wanted since the first day I saw you.”

I gave her my back and rinsed the soap out of my hair. Her finger grazed around from my hip down the definition of muscle that led to my pulsing need.

Roughly, I said once more. “Jessica, please go.”

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