How does a tomboy raised in a house full of men find the sensual woman inside of her? Growing up with a widowed, retired Marine as a father and two older brothers taught Asia to be tough. But how does she stop being one of the guys and learn to find the right one?
Finding herself won't be easy, finding love will be even harder.
Meeting Jay opens Asia's eyes to the possibility of love and unbelievable sex but can his country club world accept the woman more comfortable in torn jeans and flip flops? Or will she find the love she yearns for in the tattooed arms of her first love, a pro skater who has come back into her life?
With the possibility of new love or closure from a painful first love, finding her path is riddled with uncertainty and discoveries but before she can follow her heart she must first set it free.
~excerpt one~
"What?" he asked, amused.
"I just love how attentive you are. You're a true gentleman. I've never been treated like a lady before."
"Really?"
"I usually like the bad boys," I confessed before I took a bite of my pizza."But since you're not a bad boy anymore, I guess I should try to behave myself."
After swallowing a bite I put my pizza down on the plate. Jay grabbed my hand and brought it up to his mouth. His eyes locked on mine as he took my index finger and slowly licked the sauce off of it.
Hoooly shit.
"Oh, I can be bad, baby"
My entire body tingled with that single touch. As I imagined other places where I wanted that tongue to be, I could feel myself tighten between my thighs.
When he was done I brought the same finger to my mouth and sucked on it as I held his gaze. His eyes moved down to watch, and his lips slowly lifted into a devilish grin.
I slid my finger out of my mouth. "Good," I murmured before smiling back.
~excerpt two~
“So, what do you wanna do?” I asked with my hands on my hips. I couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. My day just kept getting better and better.
Looking at me, Marcus smiled when he saw my expression, and then his eyes swept over me, stopping at the bottom of my shorts.
“New rule,” he stated as his expression hardened.
“What?”
“New rule— you need to stop dressing like that when I’m here.”
I wrinkled my nose and glanced down at my pajamas. “What are you talking about? These are my pajamas!” I declared, holding out my arms to display my clothes.
He cocked his eyebrow with a slight smile. “It’s hard enough controlling myself around you, Asia. The last thing I need is you prancing around here in little shorts and tank tops.”
My jaw dropped, and I narrowed my eyes. “I do not prance.”
“The hell you don’t. You might be able to surf like one of the guys, but trust me, you don’t walk like one.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks grow warm.
“Don’t you have some kind of muumuu or something? A potato sack?” he asked, smiling up at me.
“Whatever.” I turned toward the kitchen, making sure to sway my hips as I walked away.
About E.M. Abel
My husband is awesome and also a Chief in the US Navy. This means crazy schedules, uncertainty and lots of nights spent alone writing on my computer.
I have two amazing kids who always know how to make me laugh.
I've been passionate about writing ever since I wrote my first poem in the 3rd grade and I've been using it as a means to express myself ever since.
I think because I hold my emotions so close and fear being vulnerable I use different forms of self expression- writing, drawing, painting, photography, tattoos- to show the world who I am.
The one rule I use everyday is the Golden Rule—"Treat others the way you'd like to be treated." I believe karma is very real and sometimes she can be a bitch if you make her that way.
I love acting crazy, I love to laugh, I love making people laugh, I love the ocean, I love dancing like no one is watching, I love good music, I love good books... and I love my family, friends and readers. It's crazy that I feel a connection with people just because they read something I wrote, but I do. It's an awesome feeling.
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