Publication Date: May 23, 2017
Genre: Erotic Romantic Novella
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Readers asked for it, and JC Valentine has delivered! Life has thrown me a few curve balls… But nothing as sexy or devastating as Alejandro. I never thought I’d see him again, but fate has seen fit to give us another chance. Maybe this time we’ll get it right. Maybe this time he’ll stay. Or perhaps my heart is about to be irrevocably shattered. One way or another, our lives are about to change. Only time will tell if it’s for better or worse, but one thing is certain… Alejandro is a force to be reckoned with…maybe even best to be avoided. But when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes there’s no reasoning. Sometimes…it’s pure instinct. Taking a chance on him is like playing Russian roulette—it’s dangerous…foolish…and likely to kill me. But what’s life without a little risk?
This a was a sweet sequel to the first book. You can relate to the emotions being expressed by the characters, and really feel right along with them. It's angsty and hopeful. It's everything you need for a quick sweet read that is realistic, and not over the top or aggressive. I enjoyed the story, and I can think of quite a few people that I plan to refer this story to. JC Valentine can really write a story that draws you in.
He sends me a picture. He’s smiling, shirtless, and holding a beer. Good Lord, could he get any hotter? Biting my lower lip, I hold my camera overhead and snap one of myself. I’m going for the sultry look. I’m not entirely sure I pulled it off though. I send it then follow it up with a couple rows of smiley faces with hearts for eyes. A: Cute cute cute Me: The gods were in my favor today A: You’re funny Me: Glad you think so A: What you do today Me: Wrote a little and took the kids to dinner A: Did you have fun Me: Yep I did Me: I miss your face A: Send me another pic This time I take a minute to change into a pair of skimpy pajamas, feeling all sorts of naughty, and then I take a picture of just my bare legs with only the lacy edge of my shorts showing at the top of my thighs. Me: You mean like this? A: Mmmm very nice A: What color panties are you wearing? Me: White Me: Because I’m so sweet and innocent I’m aware that I’m biting my bottom lip again. The anticipation of his response is almost too much, the thrill nearly as powerful as when we’re occupying the same space. A: I do not think you are that innocent Mami Me: *gasp* A: Mami A: Move those panties over A: Show me what’s mine Okay, so now I’m nervous. I’m not an old pro at sexting, and Alejandro being Alejandro, he’s gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. I hesitate, then say: Me: I’m a good girl remember A: Mami… Me: What A: Show me my pussy Oh my Lord. I want to say no…but I also don’t. I’m experiencing a bit of a dilemma. So used to behaving “right” it feels all kinds of wrong to do anything else, but that’s also part of the allure. The bad girl inside of me wants to come out and play, and she’s warring with the good girl who is struggling to hold onto some of her reserve. Me: I’ll think about it A: How long do you need to think Me: Hmmm…I’ll let you know A: Mami A: Please Me: I think you should come here and take one yourself Goose bumps form on my skin when I think of him, buried inside me, with his phone in-hand. The very idea makes me blush, but I find the fantasy to be more than a little appealing. A: I need to see you Me: Baby me too A: Are you done thinking yet Me: lol nope A slew of crying emojis quickly follow, then: A: Okay Mami He’s quiet for longer than I’d like and a wave of insecurity sets in, so like a psycho I ask: Me: Are you mad? A: I could never be mad at you----------------------------------------------------
USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. Sign up for J.C.’s newsletter and never miss a thing!
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