Trying to
overcome insurmountable odds: lifelong secrets plaguing both families, the
failed, bitter romance between their eldest born, the ghosts of their deceased
spouses, and the addiction that taints everything it touches. Will Malcolm
Mason and Clover Webster be able to forge an unbreakable bond in order to
traverse this landmine of a blended family?
Widow is
book #2 in the Blended Series, the sequel to Good Girl. Prepare for a roller
coaster ride of emotions: devastating loss, the mourning of death, the renewal
of hope, the awakening of love, the unexpected humor of watching one’s loved
ones fall down, get back up, and dust themselves off. Blended is the chaotic
calamity of everyday life.
Disclaimer: The Blended Series is for mature
audiences only. 18+ Contemporary Romance with an erotic twist. Widow features
sensual erotic themes, guaranteed to leave you jonesing for a sensual massage.
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“I need to
warn you,” I announce in a stiff voice, fingers curling into fists against the
insane need threatening to overpower me. “I have a touching problem.”
Stopping
dead in her tracks, facing away from me, Clover squeaks out, “Excuse me? What
did you say?” A giggle slips past her lips, causing me to smirk. I don’t have
to wait longer than a heartbeat before she burns me good. “Touching yourself? I
heard boys go blind from that.”
“HA-HA!” I
mock-laugh. “I don’t want to get into specifics of why, but I have a touching
problem. It’s a coping mechanism, actually. If I’m anxious or happy or sad or
aroused, or if the other person is anxious or happy or sad or aroused, I have
to touch them. I don’t go more than a few minutes without holding a hand or
patting a back. This is why I waited so long to see you face-to-face. It was
safer texting you while watching from across your office.”
“Why me,
though?” Clover sounds so confused that the need to touch her overcomes me.
“I don’t
molest anyone. It’s not entirely sexual,” I say softly as I place my hand at
the small of her back. Just that slight touch relaxes me, but it has Clover’s
muscles stiffening up, almost flinching.
“Who do you
touch?” Clover breathes out, thankfully not moving away from me.
“It started
with Isis. I was so starved for human connection that the day Isis was born I
decided she belonged to me. Since we had no mother, and Dad said all little
girls needed a mother, he allowed me to coddle Isis. Then Auggie, but that was
when my father wasn’t looking- but Dad knew. Nothing gross, just holding them.
I liked it when they were sad or hurt, so I could comfort them. I wanted to be
that person for them. I’d get pissed when they comforted each other,” I admit
with a sad laugh. “After my father died, I went out of control. I used Camille
to satisfy me.”
Stilling
beneath my hand, “That’s why you have so many kids?” Clover asks
hesitantly.
Closing my
eyes, need ripples throughout my system. I knew it would be hard to be around
Clover and not touch her- consume her. I waited a torturous year as proof that
I could control myself. My hand slides from the small of Clover’s back to the
nape of her neck. She is taut beneath my touch, so I find my fingers squeezing
and releasing in a rhythmic massage to calm her.
“No,” I
answer, trying not to chuckle. “I feel absolutely no shame for my needs. I love
sex, but touching for me is about trust and intimacy. I like it when people
come to me for comfort, like I’m the only person who can fix it. So sex… sex is
the ultimate, and that is part of why I have four kids, I guess… and other
reasons,” I reluctantly admit, not wanting to voice how the thought of
reproduction during sex gets me off. Duplicating oneself, and the lifetime of
care that follows, is what separates a man from a boy. If Camille still lived,
no doubt we would have several more children. But I can’t tell Clover yet. I
don’t want to frighten her off.
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There aren’t
many options for a girl who falls in the middle. I wasn’t an athlete or a geek.
I wasn’t an artist or a musician. I didn’t shake my pom-poms along with my ass.
I was just a good girl, who got good grades, and kept her mouth shut. I didn’t
date my high school sweetheart and promptly get married the second I was handed
my diploma. I’m not shiny enough to attract notice, nor dark enough to be a
problem.
I don’t have
a tragic sob story. My daddy didn’t leave us destitute, and I’m not a victim of
a bad neighborhood. I am a middle-America, middle of the road, middle class
girl with both parents fussing over their youngest daughter, who has no
aspirations or goals. I’ve had every opportunity to succeed- supportive
parents, stability, and a strong upbringing. I’m wayward and everyone looks at
me like I’m an alien.
My
philosophy: how should I know what I want to do with the rest of my life the
day I graduate? How am I supposed to know the second I turn eighteen what I am
destined to become? One moment you are a disillusioned seventeen year old with
the world at your fingertips, and the next, congratulations, you’re eighteen
and you’re on your own.
Disclaimer: The Blended Series is for mature
audiences only. 18+ Contemporary Romance with an erotic twist. Good Girl
features bisexual themes and sexual content that some may find disturbing. Drug
Use is prevalent, without being Pro-Drug or Anti-Drug. Recreational Drug users
and abusers are in our everyday life, and the Blended Series is nothing if not
reality.
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Bethany
Oman: Another six months and my thesis will be finished, and then I can stop
this suffocating charade. My dream is to become a therapist specializing in
sexual dysfunction. What better way to write my thesis than in a Playroom
filled with sexual deviants? Only problem, I had to become a deviant in order
to gain entrance to the Playroom… and then I had to explain my motivations to
Augustus Kline, who offered me protection for a very steep toll.
My other
dream is standing before me, smirking with anticipation. My original,
lifelong-dream, who could easily destroy any hope of my becoming a therapist if
I’m not careful.
And Rory
Essex makes me feel anything but careful.
Willing to
do anything it takes to gain the woman he loves, Rory makes a deal with Beth,
which forces him to bargain with the Devil Himself.
Accepting
Augustus Kline’s toll into the Playroom, Rory gains the key to making Bethany
his Wildly Wedded Wife.
Wildly Wedded Wife is Book #1.5 in the
Blended Series. Contemporary Romance with erotic themes. 18+. Warning: content
may be too steamy for those with delicate sensibilities, including a wicked
male/male sex toll into the Playroom.
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Erica
Chilson spends most of her time inside her own imagination, whether awake or
asleep. Her love of reading and writing for her book review blog, Wicked Reads,
inspired her to begin writing again. Not one who enjoys the norm, her favorite
things to read, write, and dream about are on the edge, claws and fangs, and
wickedly entertaining things...
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Place – 1 copy of Widow
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