Meet Oliver & Vivian in
this sexy, quirky & emotional stand-alone. You will laugh, you will cry and
most of all, you will not be disappointed!
Pre-order Idle Bloom for a
December 1st release at the following retailers:
Blurb
"What lies beneath my
veiled perfection is the ugly truth—my truth, my reality, my destiny."
Vivian Graham has an
acceptance letter into Harvard, a badass tattoo, loyal friends, ties to
marijuana, a penchant for Dunkin’ Donuts, and her pesky V-card.
Everyday she takes the Red
Line to her job at The Green Pot in Boston while her friends enter the coveted,
black iron gates to higher learning. The ramifications from a tragic accident
have put her life on hold while time marches on for everyone around her.
After graduating from
Harvard Law, Boston native, Oliver Konrad, moves to Portland to start his
career and his life. Three years later, after a horrific discovery, he returns
home to trade in his three-piece suit for leather work boots and his suburban
home for a condo in Cambridge.
All he brought back to the
East Coast was an aversion to pillows and secrets he keeps hidden behind a
mysterious locked door. Oliver’s days are predictable and his nights are lonely
until he meets Vivian on the subway. Her long raven hair, green eyes, and
mile-long legs are achingly sexy, but the way she "innocently"
fingers and licks her Boston Kreme doughnut can only be described in two
words—complete torture.
When their paths cross at
every turn, laughter is abundant, friendship is easy, and love is
unintentional. However, their future seems improbable.
Excerpt
“I don’t need panties.”
“I disagree,” he says with
his back to me as he signs for the purchase at the counter. He takes the bag in
one hand and grabs my hand with his other. “Shall we?” He leads me out of the
store.
“A, I have plenty of
panties. B, I told you I don’t wear them sometimes because it makes me feel
sexy.”
He opens my door and sets
the bag by my feet after I get in. Then he leans down and brings his face a
breath away from mine as his hand slides up my leg. His thumb eases past my
shorts. He stops and shakes his head as the pad of it meets my bare sex, no
underwear.
My face contorts into a
grimacing smile as my shoulders rise into a guilty shrug. He presses his thumb
to my now wet center. My mouth relaxes as I suck in a breath and try to close
the distance between our lips. He moves his head back just enough to deny me.
He grins then moves his thumb a little higher. I moan as he rubs slow circles.
“How do you feel?” he
whispers.
“G–good.” I grip the side of
the seat and let my head fall back.
“What else?”
“Turned … on.” I close my
eyes.
“What else?”
I tilt my hips up as he works
me up so high I fear my own reaction to the impending fall.
“Oli …”
He speeds up, pressing his
lips to my neck, and when his teeth graze over my sensitive skin I lose it.
“What. Else?” he whispers in
my ear as the blinding sensation rips through me.
“Sexy … I feel … sexy.” I
try to catch my breath while my head’s still spinning.
He kisses me hard then shuts
my door.
I hate that I have no
self-control to deny him giving me an orgasm while parked with the door open on
a public street. Now he’s sporting a ridiculously smug grin as he pulls out
into traffic.
“What was the point of
that?” I break the silence.
“I wanted to prove that I make
you feel sexy. Now that you know that, you can start wearing underwear.”
“What does it matter if no
one else can see that I’m not wearing underwear?”
“First, some of the dresses
you wear are awfully short. Second, I know you’re not wearing underwear and I
don’t like walking around saluting everyone I pass.”
“Saluting?”
He shoots me a
you-know-what-I-mean look.
“Whatever, you’re just being
weird.”
“I’m being a guy.”
“That’s what I said. You’re
being weird.”
About the Author:
Jewel E Ann
Jewel is a free-spirited
romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing
lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene
career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of
nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre,
Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more,
she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her
cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends,
good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your
Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching
novels.
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