Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior
high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead.
After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent
them to Playgirl magazine. Two of
them got published. She kept daydreaming
and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books.
She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal
Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she
looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players,
bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.
Their Twisted Love
(The Twisted Mosaic – Book 2)
Alex has everything he wants. He loves the power that comes
with his job, and fooling around with his boss provides the illicit kink he
needs. He's in charge and trusts no one.
Will should've learned something from his disastrous past,
but he's distanced himself from everyone who loved him, keeping the pain in
protective custody. He has no use for entanglements.
Talia has a new man, safe and secure—and boring as hell. She
won’t sleep with him until she knows she wants only him. But she can't forget,
or forgive, the men who indulged her wildest fantasies and violated her trust.
They're happy apart... until Alex's case forces them back
together, and Talia discovers she still craves both her former lovers. Can only
one love her enough to satisfy her twisted desires and provide the stability
she needs?
Sometimes, the wrong reasons are the only reasons.
The final piece of the twisted mosaic, His Twisted Choice, available July 22,
2013.
Excerpt: The
following excerpt is rated R.
He
pulled my blouse aside and slipped his hand into my bra. The strap slid down my
arm, exposing my breast as he fondled my nipple with his thumb. His gaze
shifted toward the crowd on the sidewalk. "Take me to your hotel
room."
"Why?"
Damn it, why didn't I say no?
He
smiled as if he'd anticipated that. "Would you rather fuck here? While
we're being watched?"
My
nipple pebbled in his palm.
"I
think you like it. Too bad you didn't know about all the times Will watched
us."
"Will
is a pervert."
"We
all have our kinks, babe. Yours is putting on a show."
"What's
yours?"
He
bent down and flicked his tongue across my nipple. Someone on the sidewalk
swore. Alex grabbed my ass and jerked my hips against his hard cock.
"Fucking with your head."
"You
can't. Not anymore. I know all your tricks."
"If
you want an audience, we can go out on your balcony." He moved against me
in slow circles.
My
pussy throbbed, but I managed to argue with him. "How do you know my room
has one?"
"I've
been to that hotel."
"Preparing
witnesses?"
"Something
like that." He stepped back and held his hand out. "Come on."
I
shook my head and pulled my blouse closed.
Then
he moved in for the kill, placing his arms on either side of me, leaning in
close, but not touching, his words hot in my ear. "I'll take you out in
the open air, the warm sun, and strip you in broad daylight. Imagine that.
You'll have to brace yourself on the railing while I eat your pussy. Probably
have to drape one leg over my shoulder so I can lick everything... all those
juicy pink bits. If your room is on the second floor, bystanders would have a
great view. From the building across the street, from the sidewalk, or from
right below. Someone could stand under us, look up and see everything. My tongue
on your clit. Your juices streaming down your thighs."
Heat
washed over me, trickling down between my breasts and pooling between my legs.
I panted and tugged on his jacket, trying to force him against me, but he
wouldn't move. "Tell me more."
"Everyone
will hear you—and see you come. And then I'll turn you around and display your
naked, flushed body to the whole damn city while I fuck you from behind. Hold
on to that railing tight, Sweetheart. They'll watch my cock pound your pussy.
Spread your legs so they can see."
Oh that's hot.
My feet slid apart as far as my tight skirt allowed. His chest rose and fell
slow and steady, teasing mine. I dug my fingers into his ass, but he still
wouldn't touch me. My body ached for him, and he laughed while I groaned and
pulled. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He
moaned in my ear, his voice rough. "I'll grab your hair and make you stand
straight up. You'll wrap your arms around my neck and show off those sexy
breasts. So fucking pretty... pretty when you're getting fucked. That's why we
shared you."
Sharing me. Oh God. That
triggered memories: two pairs of hands, two mouths, two cocks dividing my body
between them. A single spark lit, sizzling down my spine like a fuse. Bastard is going to make me come—in public!
"That's
it, slut. Show us how much you love it."
"Damn you."
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