Title: After We Met
Author: Evan Grace
Author: Evan Grace
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 29, 2019
Blurb
Gorgeous. Sweet.
Funny. He made me feel things that I’ve never felt before. In just one short
week over Spring Break, I began to fall in love. That is until it all fell
apart. Now, here I am, three years later and I’ve moved on, at least that’s
what I told myself until he came crashing back into my life. Things have
changed. I’ve changed, and there’s something he doesn’t know.
He wants me to give us another chance. I try to fight it, but it’s not long before all of those same old feelings come rushing back. I know he feels it too. I can see it every time he looks at me. I can feel it every time he touches me.
It feels like I’m missing something. Like there’s something that he’s not telling me. Something that has the potential to tear it all apart. After all, it’s not easy when you fall in love with your best friends’ father. I didn’t stand a chance after we met.
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Excerpt
“You are so
beautiful,” I whisper. I know I’m playing with fire right now, but I’m
beginning not to care anymore.
Lani licks her lips,
it’s like she’s begging for me to kiss her. As much as I want to, I just can’t.
I can’t do that, and I can’t do it to Molly. They’re best friends and I
wouldn’t want it to destroy their friendship.
I reluctantly let
her go. “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Maybe we should call it a night.” She
follows me out of the pool.
I wrap her towel
around her—my eyes never leaving hers as I slowly dry her off. My heart is
pounding in my chest, squatting down in front of her I dry her legs off. My
eyes drift down to her long shapely legs.
My fingers ghost
over her smooth skin. I don’t miss Lani’s quick inhale of her breath or the
rapid rise and fall of her chest. If I close my eyes, I swear I can smell her.
My dick stands at attention and begs me to be inside her.
“Ahem…you better get
inside.” My voice is hoarse, laced with desire. “I’ll-uh… see you in the
morning.”
“Goodnight,” she
whispers. Her voice is melodic and makes my blood sing. I don’t stand up until
she’s inside and I see the guest bedroom light flip on upstairs. Only then do I
extinguish the torches and head inside.
When I finally
settle into bed, I can’t sleep. Is it because I know she’s upstairs sleeping?
Is it because I’m dying to know if she’s wearing that threadbare tank top
again? Before I can stop myself, I’m out of bed throwing on some basketball
shorts and walking out of my bedroom.
I stand at the
bottom of the stairs and take a deep breath. Step by step, I walk silently up
the stairs. When I reach the top, I walk toward Lani’s closed door. I lift my
hand to knock when I hear a soft moan and a faint buzzing sound. I need to walk
away and give her privacy, but instead, I put my ear to the door and listen to
her masturbate.
“Oh Damon.”
She just moaned my
name and my cock is so fucking hard right now. I wrap my hand around it through
my shorts and squeeze, trying to ease the urge to come. Lani comes with a
muffled shout and I swear my balls start tingling.
I head downstairs
before she catches me, but once I’m in the privacy of my bedroom, I jerk off
voraciously until I’m spent and only then do I fall asleep.
Author Bio
A Midwesterner and a readaholic most of her life. One day an idea came
into her head and a writing career was born. She’s a sucker for happily ever
afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. She
loves putting her characters through the ringer, but loves when they get to
that satisfying, swoony ending.
When the voices in her head give it a rest, which isn’t often, she can
always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include,
Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Kaylee Ryan, Natasha Madison,
and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV
shows and life.
She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and (the real) Evan, a
weightlifter, a home healthcare scheduler, and a full-time writer. How does she
do it? She’ll never tell.
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