Expected publication: February 2015
Cover Designed by Najla Qamber
Synopsis:
“I’ll love you until you break my heart. I’ll give you the broken pieces of my heart as an offering to you, because you own it. Whole, shattered, alive, or dead; you own my heart no matter what condition it’s in. I’ll stay with you until you figure out how to feel. I’ll stay with you even if you never do.”
This is a story about happiness, and how it doesn't simply happen because you fall in love.
Lennox is on the run from her ex-boyfriend. She had to drop everything, tell no one, and move to a new town, alone. She expected to be lonely, she expected to be afraid, but she never expected to meet a man named Vic who drove her crazy with lust and anger and called her “Lenny.” If it’s at all possible, Vic is more twisted than the man she ran away from.
She should ignore him, but they’re drawn to each other like magnets. Lennox ran from from Seattle to Santa Barbara to get away from violence, to create a new life, and to be something simple. Instead she’s found herself wrapped up in great friends and an epic love. This new life is the opposite of everything she wants, but it might just be everything she needs.
This is a story about happiness, and how it doesn't simply happen because you fall in love.
Lennox is on the run from her ex-boyfriend. She had to drop everything, tell no one, and move to a new town, alone. She expected to be lonely, she expected to be afraid, but she never expected to meet a man named Vic who drove her crazy with lust and anger and called her “Lenny.” If it’s at all possible, Vic is more twisted than the man she ran away from.
She should ignore him, but they’re drawn to each other like magnets. Lennox ran from from Seattle to Santa Barbara to get away from violence, to create a new life, and to be something simple. Instead she’s found herself wrapped up in great friends and an epic love. This new life is the opposite of everything she wants, but it might just be everything she needs.
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Excerpt:
“Not yet, babe, not yet. Say ‘You own me, Vic.’”
I was going to come. I was on the brink. My whole body was tingling. I could feel it in my toes, in my fingers, and in my gut. It was wonderful. Oh god, I had never come like this before. It was ecstasy. I could get addicted to this.
“Lennox!” Vic's harsh, commanding voice cut in to my euphoria and I looked up to see eyes filled with lust. If I wasn’t coming before, I was now. Dear whatever God was in heaven, Vic was breathtaking when he looked at me like that.
“Say ‘You own me, Vic.’”
If he makes me feel like this, I will do whatever he wants. “You…” I choked out. Oh, I was turning in to spaghetti. Oh god I was becoming as heard as metal. Since when were orgasms this amazing?
“You own me, Vic. Say it,” Vic rasped out. His neck was throbbing and his black eyes were shining. I could feel myself going over the edge, getting lost in his skin, his face, his eyes. Everything about him was consuming him from the slick of his sweat rubbing against me to the blood pooling under his lip where I’d kissed him too hard to the way he fingered me in to oblivion.
“You… You own me.” I gasped writhing like a possessed person underneath him. I think I screamed. No, I’m pretty sure I screamed. Yeah, I’m screaming.
“Vic. Say it. Say my name.” Vic stared down at me, also doing his best impersonation of a person possessed.
“You own me, Vic!” I wailed, just as the last completely space-bending wave hit me. I fell back against the bed, my eyelids fluttering to stay open. Vic kept his arms around me in a fierce grip. I could still feel his fingers inside of me but they no longer worked magic. Thank God, too. I’m sure he could bring me to orgasm again, but I don’t know if I would survive it.
Slowly I felt his fingers slip out of me. It was a hollow feeling. I wanted them to stay. I opened my mouth to beg him to stay, but stopped. I watched him bring his fingers up and out of me. I expected him to wipe them off on his shirt or something, but instead he brought them to his mouth. He licked them slowly, eyeing me with such intensity I could feel the bed heating. Vic licked his fingers with such delicacy it was as if he were eating the greatest food known to man. I could feel my core heating again. My mouth salivated.
When he was finished, he leaned his mouth to my ear and whispered,“Say it again.”
Instinctively, I knew what he meant.
“You own me, Vic.”
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