My
Mind's Eye
By Gillian Jones
Cover by: Book Covers by Ashbee Designs
Synopsis
Ryker
She is the
epitome of the girl next door, but with a feistiness that makes my dick throb.
I'm drawn to
her like no other; she stirs things in me I have no desire to feel, long for
things I shouldn't.
This is my
game. I choose the players. I never play for keeps.
I don't
believe in fate. I make my own destiny. I work hard and play harder.
Luck is for
pussies, Karma for idiots. Me, I make shit happen.
Meeting her
fucked up my plan. Threw me off my game.
I'm now face
to face with my Karma and her name is Kat Rollins.
Kat
Ryker
Eddison is the epitome of a player.
You know the
type - Mr. Get In and Get Out.
He's all
about the chase, wanting just one night. Everyone knows this, I know this.
Still I find myself craving him. My greedy body betraying what my heart and
mind already know; he will only bring me pain.
He's the guy
that girls like me should avoid. I'm smart, I know better. But when I'm with
him, I feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I never knew I wanted.
I can't deny
it...I like the chase, the high is explosive, but I'm afraid if I give in, I
may end up losing more than I can handle... my heart.
Excerpt
Ryker
I walk
into Pub Fiction for my shift about forty-five minutes early tonight, not
thinking twice about knocking on the staff room door because a, I’m early, and
b, I never have the fuck before. Well let me tell you, apparently a and b don't
apply anymore with Hot Girl working here. And apparently a knocking rule needs
to be put in effect from this point on.
‘Cause,
HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! As I barge into the room I’m quickly met with the sexiest
scene I have EVER laid my eyes upon in my life. Sitting on the black
leather ottoman in the middle of the room while bending forward with the
abundance of her succulent cleavage spilling out of a black lace bra, is none
other than Kat. Well fuck me sideways til Sunday! She doesn't see me right away
as she’s pulling up black sheer pantyhose over her legs, legs I might add that
just don't seem to quit. With this vision in front of me now taunting my
senses, mainly my sense of I-wanna-fucking -touch, of course I do what all
men in my position would do. Yup, like the fucking perv I am, I stare. Actually
no, I full on gawk at the sight unfolding in front of my greedy eyes. Greedy to
take her all in, every motion, every curve. Jesus, who knew a simple act
could be so erotic. My cock is throbbing from where I stand, aching to be
set free. Stifling a moan, I adjust myself thinking of my next move.
I
honestly cannot help but watch, even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. It’s as if
I’m rooted in place, my feet encased in cement, trapping me. My brain
convincing my body it’s actually stuck. And truth be told, I’m okay with it.
There is no other place I‘d rather be at this very moment, than right there
with this woman as I silently wallow in her beauty. This, this in front of
me is what wet dreams are made of. I knew this girl was hot, but fuck me. Man,
am I grateful that my brain and body aren’t on the same page right now. You
know the page where my legs would be allowing me to leave like I know I
should. I know the right thing to do is to turn around and walk right the
fuck back out the door. But in truth there is no fucking way that is
happening, ‘cause this view is spectacular. And there is no
fucking way am I’m missing this opportunity.
As if
she’s finally sensing something in the air has changed, Kat looks up and finds
me standing there rooted in my place by the door, gawking at her. Rather than
freaking out like I assume she would, she simply smiles, her face a bit flushed
as states that she says she could have sworn she locked the door. Our eyes meet
and she continues to blush the sexiest shade of pink I have ever seen. I can’t
help but think of what other body parts of Kat’s might match the shade. Shaking
my head from those thoughts for now, I focus my attention back onto Kat, and in
perfect time to witness her stand from her position on the ottoman.
I
should fucking say something, I know this, I really do but for some fucked up
reason I can’t form a response. It's like I’m one of those assholes who gets
all tongue-tied around pretty girls. Fuck, I look like such a dick right now.
Here I stand, staring with my mouth agape waiting her next move or to finally
see her lose her shit on me. But instead, I've never been so thankful for not
having a voice before in my life. As Kat stands, I can tell she’s actually
quite nervous and shy. For some reason instinct wants me to comfort her. I want
to call her baby and reassure her that she has not a goddamn thing to be
nervous or embarrassed about, but I don’t. I want to tell her how sexy, and how
completely thought consuming she has been, but I don’t. I want to tell her she
is so fucking hot. But again, I don’t. I decide to stay quiet. I want her to
lead how we’re going to play this thing out, whatever will make her to feel
more at ease. Therefore, I stand in silence watching and waiting for her to
call the shots. She begins to fumble with getting her t-shirt on and rather
than staying quiet like I had planned guess what happens?
Meet
the Author
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I'm a wife,
and mother. My Mind's Eye is my first book writing adventure! Eeeeek! I'm
Canadian so I might spell things a little odd once in a while;) I love red
wine, adore my friends and I'm so completely in love with my hubby and little
boy. I'm addicted to shoe shopping, shopping, and ummm shopping! But my biggest
addiction however is reading. That shit runs deep in my veins, I'm a lover of
alpha males, hot sex, with a side of angst all topped off with the happy ever
after. I'm a new indie author and I can't wait to start this journey.
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