Even in the darkest of silence … the heart understands.
One was my first love. The other my first lust. Fourteen years later, I still love Keith Ryker and still lust for Jason Lee. But it’s not that simple.
Keith Ryker runs Ryker Ranch, raising cattle in far West Texas. He was passion and strength. He was Jen Boylan’s first love, the handsome cowboy who molded her into the woman she is today. Jen thinks he’s forgotten her, but he hasn’t. He’s never erased that one afternoon in the haybarn from his mind. Never forgotten all the times in the old park and museum up the hill. And now, he’s bought the dilapidated building and remodeled it to move the only woman he’s ever loved back to a town full of bad memories and a painful past, to re-open a museum she’s hated her entire life. He selfishly burns for her, even though he aches for another … and has for over fourteen years.
Jen Boylan’s best friend took her own life in the small town she always considered emptier than a tomb. Her father died there. The boy she lusted for turned her down flat, and the boy she loved walked away after taking her virginity. Now she’s living in the city alone, determined to be the best paralegal she can and accept that she may very well never find her one true love.
Until an out of the blue phone call changes her whole life.
Moving back to a town she’s detested since she was a kid, she’s right back where she said she would never be, and more than determined to have Keith back in her life. But once Jen visits mutual lifelong friend, Jason Lee, she’s blindsided by old feelings, and the lust she felt fourteen years ago is just as strong as it was then. But things aren’t as they seem.
Her first love, her first lust … love one another.
When Jen surrenders to this desire for both men from her past, the three life-long friends fall into a compelling sexual storm. But will the judgmental town of Springhill, Texas crucify her once their secret comes to light? Will the small-town gossip send her right back to the city?
Will this West Texas neck of woods she once called home embrace her choices?
Or will it turn her against the small town all over again?
I want two men. Is that wrong? Is it immoral? Probably. But right or wrong, I’ll fight until the end for the men I love. They’re who my heart beats for, and if that’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 5 – NC-17
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My inspiration came from an afternoon from my childhood. The park and museum in the book are real places that I spent time at growing up. The small town I was born and raised in was small. No movie theaters, no bowling, no malls, etc., so we had to find things to entertain us. I literally woke up one morning remembering a day I'd spent in the park with three close friends and thought to myself, "There's a story in this."
Book two will be releasing on June 25, 2020 and there may be a book three in the future.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Since this book is based on a real day with real people, the characters were a no brainer. The main female in the story is meant to be me and the other, aka the best friend, was also my real best friend growing up. The two heros in the series are real people as well that we shared that day in the park with. I must add that this book and the characters' personalities are all entirely fiction. The two males are not bisexual and the female did not suffer with depression. She is very well alive and happy. Sadly, one of the heros lost his life at 16 years old, but the other is healthy and happily married.
Lust breathes inside me. My body is hard, aching steel as I crunch on ice, deliberately, vulgarly, well aware that he’s fighting like hell not to cringe at the one thing that drives him mad. One can almost hear a pin drop as he remains stationary, speaking to me in a silence that’s so powerful, so calming and soothing, that it’s almost meditative.
Naked, bowing with hands clasped behind him, he kneels, respectfully, deathly still like a man praying at the altar. Cramps ricochet through the nape of his neck. Goose bumps blanket his back. Teeth stave off chattering as cold licks his face, his lips turning purple as the fifty-five-degree room spreads chills straight through his bones like a raging wintery blast.
Despite the crispness of the temperature, the burning pain shooting up his neck like blistering flames, or the hard floor bruising his bare knees, he’s exactly where he wants to be, where he needs to be. Respecting, yielding, his mind conceding to the biting anguish, the discomfort, the torment.
Like a garden gargoyle, he stoops before me, surrendering, waiting, patient and devoted, for the pangs, the cramps, and the stiffness to all fade away into sheer bliss and searing elation. My body trembles and aches with dark wicked desire as I swallow the last drops of a Crown and Coke, place the tumbler aside, then lower my hands around his windpipe. There’s still no whimper of a sound when I know he yearns to speak. There’s not an inch of movement when I’m certain everything hurts. This is all because these aches, these pains, are like a welcoming hospitality to me, to him, to us, and what’s to come. Placing more force around his neck, I look down to see him beautifully hot and swollen, his tip dribbling clear arousal.
“Look at me,” I command in a menacing whisper. “Tell me what you need, boy.”
When I lessen my grip, he replies hoarsely. “To hand you everything. To give you my body. To submit only to you.”
My cock aches at the hunger in the piercing blue of his eyes, the urgency to leave his pretty thighs veiled in my marks spreading through me like billowing hot wildfire. His body is my temple—to use, to own, to take, take, and take again.
He’s salvation, redemption, deliverance, an indulgence that’s sweet, rich, and delectable.
And too good to only savor once.
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