Consensual by Livia
Jamerlan
(Consensual #1)
Publication date: August 18th 2014
Genres: Erotica, Romance
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?
Excerpt
As
I waited for the elevator my heart pounded. I couldn’t walk away again. I
wanted this. No, I needed this. My body was craving his.
One
night.
I
just needed one night to get rid of this hunger I had for him.
The
elevator dinged and the door glided open. Bringing my hand to my chest, I
attempted to hold on to my heart as it practically beat out of my chest.
Hazel
eyes were the first things I saw.
Haas
was leaned back against the elevator wall, one foot pressed against it, dressed
in jeans, a white T-shirt, and flip-flops. This was the second time I’d seen
him as the sexy boy next door, and I liked it. A lot. A sly smirk appeared on
his face, as if he knew what I was thinking, and I bit my lip. I inhaled deeply
before walking toward him, my heels clicking softly as I entered the elevator.
Without removing the smile from his face, he moved to the adjacent wall so we
were facing one another. His eyes burned through me, and I hoped mine matched
his. He didn’t speak until the door closed.
“So
you want to get fucked tonight?” he asked, his conniving smile still present.
“One
night,” I said, raising my index finger. “One.”
“Just
one?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps muscles pushing
against his cotton shirt. I felt my nipples harden under my bra.
“One
night. You can have me for one night and tomorrow we pretend it never
happened.” My words slurred a little as I pointed at him to indicate my
seriousness.
“Are
you drunk?” he questioned.
I
lifted my left hand to my eyes and squinted through my index finger and thumb.
“A little, but I’m coherent.”
“So
this is consensual?” he inquired, walking toward me.
I
nodded eagerly when I felt the elevator stop. “Oh, this is consensual, all
right.”
The
doors opened and he grabbed my hand, leading me into his house. He stopped
halfway through the foyer and faced me. His sharp turn caused me to hit his
firm, muscular chest.
Author Bio
Livia Jamerlan is the author
of Divided. She is also a hopeless romantic who 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
maybe she could write a book. At first it was just an escape
from reality, but now she uses 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 were
formed, and what seemed like a hobby at first has now become a passion for
Livia.
She is a New Jersey Native who loves spending time with her husband and two dogs Buddy and Daisy. When she is not writing or hiding behind her Kindle, you can find her with outside, gardening, at a local shopping center enjoying some retail therapy, or enjoy a pepperoni pizza.
She is a New Jersey Native who loves spending time with her husband and two dogs Buddy and Daisy. When she is not writing or hiding behind her Kindle, you can find her with outside, gardening, at a local shopping center enjoying some retail therapy, or enjoy a pepperoni pizza.
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