Book: My Mind's
Eye
Author: 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?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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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