Jealousy
A stand-alone novel
He's the shoulder she leans on.
He worships her.
She shields and protects him.
He watches over her.
They're soul mates for life.
They're not lovers; they're best friends.
Their struggle to find someone who can handle their intense bond is met with a roller coaster of raw emotion, loyalty and heartache.
Follow their journey to find love.
Hailed as Will and Grace meets Sex and the City, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.
He worships her.
She shields and protects him.
He watches over her.
They're soul mates for life.
They're not lovers; they're best friends.
Their struggle to find someone who can handle their intense bond is met with a roller coaster of raw emotion, loyalty and heartache.
Follow their journey to find love.
Hailed as Will and Grace meets Sex and the City, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.
When Heather Cooper married Peter,
she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable
bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It's only a matter of time, however, before
jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter's true feelings emerge. He starts drinking and his erratic behavior
threatens their marriage.
Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Excerpt 1:
“Feel the soft petals
against your skin.” Tyler’s voice was
soft and seductive. “Clear your head and
don’t think of anything except the flower.
Visualize it in your mind. See
the deep blood red pigment of the rose.
See it touching your body.”
It was surprisingly
erotic and made Justin yearn for deeper physical contact. It was hard to lay still. His hand searched the bed and slid across the
silk sheets until it found Tyler’s thigh.
“Keep your hands flat on
the bed.” Tyler removed Justin’s hand
from his leg. “Let me touch you.”
Tyler gently ran the
flower across Justin’s chest, down his right arm, then down his left. The flower traced each finger from the
knuckle to its tip. Next, Tyler slowly
glided it down the length of Justin’s legs, one at a time.
Neither one spoke. The only sound in the room was Justin’s
breath, deepening with each caress of the silky rose against his bare
skin. The flower found its way back to
the center of his chest. It made small
circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. His nerve endings were standing at
attention. They were over-sensitized and
over-stimulated. His entire body was
tingling. A sweet aroma filled his
nostrils and caused him to wrinkle his nose.
It was the flower.
“That’s it,” Tyler
whispered. “Let your senses experience
the pleasures.”
The rose traveled across
Justin’s throat and traced the outline of his collarbone. It ran down his sternum and slowly outlined
each one of his ribs. Normally it would
have tickled, but this flower was magical.
It was a wand filled with delight, bestowing joy and bliss, mingled with
rapture.
All of Justin’s senses
were heightened. They were alive. It was as if he was using them for the first
time. He not only felt the flower, but
he heard it as it glided across his skin.
The sweet scent of the rose grew stronger, or lighter, depending upon
its proximity to his nose. The flower
jumped to his ankle, floated over his calf, and lingered on his thigh. The soft, velvety petals settled in the area
where his thigh met his hip. It felt
like a thousand tiny fingers were igniting his flesh with sensations of
grandeur. Then it was gone. It was no longer touching him. He yearned for it, and silently begged for
its return. He lusted for the touch of a
flower.
Excerpt 2:
Heather tilted her face
up into the hot spray of water and pushed her fingers through her wet
hair. She closed her eyes while her
subconscious drafted off and replayed the previous evening with Nick in her
head. The rumble of the shower doors
abruptly startled her back to reality, and Nick stepped inside to join
her. She turned toward him and folded
her arms in front of her body to shield the scars from her accident.
“Stop doing that.” Nick took her arms and placed them around his
waist and kissed her amidst the steamy water.
They lathered and washed
each other, slowly, sliding the soapy water over the curves of each other’s
body. It was sensual, not sexual. His kiss penetrated her mouth, while the water
pelted off her back and splashed onto him.
Her hand traveled over his sleek wet chest, and just when it was about
to travel further downward, he removed it from his body and kissed the palm of
her hand. He stepped out of the shower,
unfolded the large bath towel and held it open for her. She looked at him quizzically for a moment
before exiting the shower.
Nick wrapped the bath
sheet around the both of them and hugged her close to him. She felt familiarity in his arms—warmth and
security. They stood on the plush bath
mat with their naked bodies pressed against one another. Nick held her in his arms without moving or
making a sound. He left her with a
gentle kiss and the towel, and strolled into the bedroom to dress.
Heather’s eyes followed
his bare, round butt cheeks as he walked away from her, and she realized that
she was beginning to fall for him. Her
defense mechanism kicked in, and she reminded herself that she barely knew him
. . . and he was young. She wondered how
old he was, maybe 29 or 30. He was
probably only still here for sex. After
yesterday, why else would he be here?
But he just passed up a perfect opportunity in the shower. He was visibly aroused, and she was clearly
receptive. They could have easily had a
third encounter, but he didn’t pursue it, and now they were going to breakfast.
Nick looked up from
buttoning his jeans, and they shared a smile.
She brushed the incident
off, resumed drying herself with the towel and quickly dressed in anticipation
of spending more time with him. She
wanted to find out what lurked behind that sensitive and arousing smile.
Review by Gia:
I loved reading Jealously. It's a great story. I was pulled into the story right from the beginning. It's around 300 pages but I didn't even realize it was that long because the story pulls you in and keep your attention.
Heather and Justin are great characters. They are best friends. Justin is gay and Heather has always been his protector. They have an amazing friendship. Their amazing friendship complicates their romantic relationships with others.
It's very well written story that takes you through Justin and Heather's journey of friendship and finding love.
5 Amazeballs Stars!!
Bio:
Jenna
Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She
volunteers with God's Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and
AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in
AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.
She
lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and two dogs. She's a Rottweiler
enthusiast and an avid music buff. Elaborate
stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she's not
hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.
Other books by Jenna Galicki
Radical Rock Stars Series:
The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book One)http://amzn.to/MG7R3u
Between A Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2) http://bit.ly/amazonBRHP
Punk
Rock Resurrection (Radical Rock Stars Book 3) http://bit.ly/PunkRockResurection
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