Aurora James by Jessica Ingro
Release Date – Sept 23
Synopsis:
WEARY. DESPERATE. BROKE.
I did what I had to do to save her.
I sold my soul to survive.
I fell in love with the devil himself.
I'm Aurora James, and this is my story.
DANGEROUS. MENACING. FORMIDABLE.
He is darkness and danger; I am his light.
He is cold and ruthless; I am his warmth.
He is a heartless pimp; I am his whore.
And this is our beginning.
Author Bio:
Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in
Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT
consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing
ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been
fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy.
It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the
world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three
dogs.
Social Media Links:
Website ➜
http://www.jessicaingro.com/
Goodreads Author Page ➜ http://bit.ly/1MjAD1p
Twitter ➜ http://bit.ly/1O3epXO
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EXCERPT
Copyright © 2015
Jessica Ingro
My
mouth hung open as I took in the sight of the man standing in the doorway.
He
was easily six foot three, with black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed
as if they saw right through me. His facial features were hard and masculine,
like that of a gladiator—strong jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones. And good
lord, he was built. His muscles were barely contained by the blue dress shirt
that covered his upper body. And through his black suit pants, I could see
large, muscular thighs.
“Please
don’t tell me this is the situation,” he said to Ghost in an infuriated tone.
“Sure
is.” Ghost’s grin stretched across his face and if I knew any better, I’d say
he thought the whole situation was amusing, which only served to take me from
self-pity to straight out pissed off. Nothing about a single mother struggling
to make ends meet was funny in my opinion.
I
narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to curse when the man shut the door behind
him, drawing my attention back towards him. He really was a fine specimen of eye candy. Muscles in my
lower belly clenched at the unbidden thought of his large body over mine.
“Why
the fuck did you bother me with this?” the man snapped, clearly pissed off and
not finding the situation amusing either.
“She
wants to dance out front,” Ghost explained.
“All
the girls dance out front,” the man replied in agitation.
“She
only wants to dance out front,” Ghost
further explained.
A
bark of disbelief came from the man’s lips, and he turned his full attention to
me.
“What
makes you think you’re better than the other girls here?”
“I…
I don’t,” I stammered. His gaze was hard and his eyes were cold as they raked
over my body with precision.
“Then
bend over and show me what you’re working with or get the fuck out.”
The
color drained from my face at his harsh words, even as those muscles tightened
again in anticipation. This was insane. No way could I possibly be this turned
on by a stranger who was a complete asshole.
And in the end isn’t
that exactly what Kevin ended up being? A stranger and complete asshole? My inner voice taunted
me.
“Who
do you think you are coming in here and demanding me to bend over like I’m
nothing more than a piece of meat?” I demanded. I was in full-on defensive
mode. I hated being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, and I despised
being treated like a piece of shit.
He
closed the distance between us until he was so close his breath caressed the
skin on my cheek. My heart galloped wildly in my chest at being this close to
him. I had to fight the urge to lean forward, bury my nose in his neck and
sniff his collar when his woodsy scent wafted around me.
“Don’t
you ever question who the fuck I am. I’m motherfucking God as far as you’re
concerned. No one steps into my den
and shows me disrespect. No one. You
got that?” His tone held a razor-sharp edge that I felt lash at my skin with each
word.
“Yes,”
I squeaked out, my head bobbing up and down in concurrence. If I’d thought
Ghost was scary before, he had nothing on
this man. He was on a whole other level from scary. The word scary would be
closer to describing a tiny little bunny than it would be to describing him.
Coherent
thoughts flew out of my head when I felt his hand on my hip. His touch was a
hot brand against my skin, making my breath come in harsh pants. His proximity
was breaking down all my defenses and making me feel like a bitch in heat.
The
material of my thong tightened against my skin right before I heard the
material rip. I looked down in disbelief at the torn lace dangling from his
large hand.
Holy
shit. He destroyed my underwear… with one
hand.
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