Title:
Consensual
(Consensual
Series Book #1)
Author:
Livia
Jamerlan
Genre:
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release
Day:
August 18th
2014
Synopsis:
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?
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?
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Excerpt:
Prologue
The
bedroom door creaked open as it had almost every night since I could
remember. He always came for the same person—Loren. I hated him,
despised him really. That night, like every other night, I didn’t
want her to go. My big sister was all I had. My mother and father had
died a long time ago.
“Lo,”
I cried. “Please don’t leave. Please.” I heard her kick off her
sheets before she rustled out of her bed. I’d never had the courage
to look at him standing at the door waiting for her, but I knew he
was there, with his greasy hair and his beer belly hanging low over
the waistband of his boxer shorts.
Loren
ran to my bed and knelt down next to me. “Shh. It’s okay, Brae. I
won’t be long. I promise. Close your eyes like a good girl, all
right?”
I
turned to face her, tears moistening my eyes. She planted a soft kiss
on my forehead. “I promise when I come back I’ll lie with you,
okay?” I nodded.
It
was dark outside, but dawn was coming. Only a few short hours before
the light chased away the darkness and all the misery that
accompanied it. The sound of crickets chirping outside our bedroom
window punctuated the silence inside our small, two-bedroom house.
The music coming from their wings should have helped calm me, but it
only served as the eerie background track to our recurring nightmare.
I
held back my tears, but couldn’t give up without a fight. “But,
Loren—”
“Shut
her up before your aunt wakes,” the horrible man said. Bile rose in
my throat at the sound of his voice.
An
eight-year-old shouldn’t know what rape is, or what true hatred
feels like, but I hated that man, hated him with every breath I took.
Loren
continued rubbing my hair as she spoke. “Brae, listen to me. This
will be over soon … for both of us.” She reached for my hand and
squeezed it tightly. “I promise. Please, just be quiet.”
I
closed my eyes and rolled over to face the yellowing drywall that had
never been painted. Loren’s footsteps softly tapped against the
wood floor as she headed out of the bedroom.
“What
was that all about?” he asked gruffly.
The
thin walls allowed their conversation to flow freely throughout the
house, but my aunt Tara never heard them. Her alcohol-induced coma
helped her sleep through the horror that occurred every night right
under her nose.
“Nothing,”
Loren responded. “Let’s just get this over with.”
His
voice was cold when he spoke again. “I don’t appreciate your
mouth. Maybe I should take her
to the basement with me instead. She knows better than to talk back
to her uncle.”
I
shut my eyes tighter. I never wanted to be near him, especially not
alone in the basement.
“She’s
been through enough. You will not
take advantage of her,” Loren said just before I heard the
signature creak of the basement door.
My
eyes snapped open at the sound of a hand slapping against flesh. “I
will have her one day and there is nothing
you can do about it. Now get your ass down there.”
The
basement door shut, muffling any further conversation between them.
Tears streamed from my eyes as fear consumed me, and I shoved my face
into my pillow to mask my sobs.
***
I
was three when it happened. I didn’t have any memory of it, but
Loren had told me the story over and over again. It was a head-on
collision. My parents both died on impact, but paramedics ripped me
out of the car without a scratch on my body. Loren had been at her
dance rehearsal at the time. After the accident, the court gave
custody to our aunt Tara and her horrible husband Henry.
The
night Henry first expressed interest in me was the night Loren
decided she’d had enough. In the following months leading to her
eighteenth birthday, Loren found different ways to barricade our
bedroom door, though she always paid for it the next day with extra
chores and beatings.
But
she never complained.
I
know she did it for us … for me.
When
Loren turned eighteen she filed a restraining order against Henry and
told our aunt Tara what had been happening in her home while she was
asleep. Aunt Tara refused to believe anything Loren told her, but she
agreed to sign over guardianship rights of me to Loren if Loren
agreed not to pursue any legal action against her husband. That was
after she kicked us out of her house.
It
was a blessing in disguise.
Loren
applied for a housekeeping job for a couple in Newport, Rhode Island.
As soon as things were settled with our aunt, we left Nampa, Idaho,
and headed east until we reached the opposite side of the country. We
drove cross-country with only pennies to our names, but Henry
wouldn’t ever touch Loren or me again.
It
was a welcome fresh start.
Loren
inherited half of our parents’ wealth on her eighteenth birthday.
Unfortunately, Tara and Henry never moved the money into an
interest-bearing account, so we only had a few thousand dollars to
help us in Rhode Island, but it was enough to start our lives over in
a new city.
“It’s
just you and me, Brae,” Loren said as she looked at me through the
rearview mirror. “I promise you, baby girl, I’ll do whatever I
can to protect you.”
I
smiled as I hugged my dolly, the last gift my mother had given me
before she died. “I love you, Lo,” I said before I looked out the
car window. My eyes filled with tears, of happiness this time. Never
again would Henry hurt either one of us.
“I
love you too,” she replied. Then she started the car and drove us
toward our new life.
Review by Gia:
I read and love Livia Jamerlan's book Divided. So, I jumped at the chance to read Consensual. Consensual is different than Divided. Divided is a New Adult book, Consensual is a steamy erotica book. Consensual is an awesome read. Livia Jamerlan did a wonderful job writing it. Her ability to write great erotica and great new adult books has made her one of my favorite authors.
Brealynn Wolf has had a tough up bringing. Her and her sister Lo, have worked hard for what they have accomplished. Brealynn is focusing on work and law school. She is a very hard working, determined to succeed. She meets Peyton Haas. Peyton oozes sexyness. He from a different world than Brealynn. Peyton is a successful attorney and just happens to be the defense attorney for the case Brealynn is working on as an intern.
Peyton and Brealynn have a hot and steamy relationship. Peyton's ex and the case they are working on cause a little bit of problems for them. Brealynn tries to work the case on a different angle with may just cause more trouble and heart ache for her.
The ending is crazy and I can't wait to read book two.
5 Amazeballs Stars!!!!
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About
the Author:
Livia
Jamerlan is a hopeless romantic she is always looking for her next
love story to pop in her head. Though Livia kept a journal throughout
her early life, she never thought about pursuing a career in writing,
she always used it as form of therapy, pouring her heart out into
words. It wasn’t until a story developed in her head that she
decided that maybe she could write a book. At first it was just an
escape from reality but now she use it as a power to put all her
feelings, hopes, and fears on paper. Deciding it was time to tell her
story she began to write, with each passing day the story grew,
characters we formed, and what seemed like a hobby at first has now
become a passion for Livia.
When Livia is not writing she is spending time with her husband and their two dogs, she might also be curled up with a new book, or she is out traveling the country to support indie authors at their book signings.
Guest Post Topic: Favorite Books
This is the hardest question to answer. My favorite books really depend on my mood. And with so many books out there it’s impossible to pick one, difficult to pick a few. So I created a list based on my moods.
When I need a good cry I always turn to:
Away by B.A. Wolfe
Slammed by Colleen Hoover.
Making Faces by Amy Harmon
Arsen by Mia Asher
Need a good laugh, I turn to:
Tangled by Emma Chase
Wallbanger Alice Clayton
Dark Reads
Tears of Tess by Pepper Winters
I also have a few authors that I turn to that I always know will make me feel some type of way. Whether its happy, angry, toss my kindle, etc.
R.K. Lilley: The In Flight Series, Bad Things, Rock Bottom, Lovely Trigger. Tarryn Fisher: Opportunist, Dirty Red, Thief’s.
K.A. Linde: Avoiding Commitment, Avoiding Responsibility, Avoiding Temptation
Gail McHugh: Collide and Pulse
When Livia is not writing she is spending time with her husband and their two dogs, she might also be curled up with a new book, or she is out traveling the country to support indie authors at their book signings.
Guest Post Topic: Favorite Books
This is the hardest question to answer. My favorite books really depend on my mood. And with so many books out there it’s impossible to pick one, difficult to pick a few. So I created a list based on my moods.
When I need a good cry I always turn to:
Away by B.A. Wolfe
Slammed by Colleen Hoover.
Making Faces by Amy Harmon
Arsen by Mia Asher
Need a good laugh, I turn to:
Tangled by Emma Chase
Wallbanger Alice Clayton
Dark Reads
Tears of Tess by Pepper Winters
I also have a few authors that I turn to that I always know will make me feel some type of way. Whether its happy, angry, toss my kindle, etc.
R.K. Lilley: The In Flight Series, Bad Things, Rock Bottom, Lovely Trigger. Tarryn Fisher: Opportunist, Dirty Red, Thief’s.
K.A. Linde: Avoiding Commitment, Avoiding Responsibility, Avoiding Temptation
Gail McHugh: Collide and Pulse
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