Cover and Excert Reveal ~ Break Even by Lisa De Jong

  
Release Date: December 27, 2015Cover Designer: Mae I Design and Photography

Photo Credit: My MoJo Photo

 

My story isn’t a love story … not the typical kind anyway.

As a lawyer, I’m used to discovery, but I never saw this one coming.

 

Every day, River gives me ten reasons to stay away, and then eleven reasons why I can’t. Our relationship was to remain strictly business, or at least I tried.

 

Four years of marriage, and everything with Cole has changed. I never knew two people who lived together could be so distant. But I’m not ready to give up on him.

 

One man wants to break me.

The other is just trying to get even.

 

Both are lying to me.

 

Social Media:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26837008-break-even

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/lisadejongauthor/

Twitter: @LisaDeJongBooks

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lisadejongbooks/

Website: http://www.lisadejongbooks.com

 

EXCERPT:

I ache to be touched … to feel wanted. His fingers reach mid-thigh, and I close my eyes. His fingertips circle my upper thigh, slowly inching my skirt up. Desire radiates. He caresses everywhere but there as I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a moan.

I’m pathetic. I imagine him touching me there. I imagine pulsing around his fingers. I imagine pulsing around him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking me from my erotic dream.

The truth will come with consequences. He won’t let me forget my next word.

“You,” I breathe, still feeling the physical effects of his touch.

His finger slides along my panties. “Do you want me to touch you here? I’d fuck you for hours, beautiful, and when I was done, no one else would ever be enough.”

“River,” I moan, his finger tracing the line of lace.

“I’d show you heaven and hell all in one night. Is that what you want, Marley? Do you want me to fuck you?”

I grip the door handle like it’s my lifeline, unable to speak. Instead, I open my eyes and stare at his profile. There’s so much I don’t know about River, but for some damn reason I need him.  

He’s a magnet.

   ​I’m nickel.

  ​He wants me.

I need to feel wanted.

Days of loneliness, and he’s filled each one.

He stops along the side of a quiet street, pouring rain now making it impossible to see more than a few inches in front of the car.

It’s too hot. I feel too much … too much desire … too much guilt. It whirls until I can’t take it.  

 

Excerpt #3

 

“Cole!” I scream, curling my fingers around the edge of the counter. He pulls out slowly then thrusts back inside me; there’s nothing soft and tender about it.

During the first few years of our marriage he made love to me. His lips would brush against my skin from head to toe and his hands would caress my inner thighs until I ached for him to be inside of me.

​He’d tease.

​He had me gasping for breath before he even reached where I needed him most.

​He knew exactly how I liked it; it was insane bliss. It was the reason I sped home from work every night. It was one of the reasons I knew he was the one—our maddening physical connection translated into every aspect of our relationship. Every last inch of me was wrapped around him. Everything: heart, soul, and body.

​He pushes in again until it aches, burying his head deep in the crook of my neck.

​“Don’t stop,” I moan, slipping my fingers between us. I need to come so badly. Three weeks and four days… that’s how long it’s been.

​Sex isn’t about me lately, and it hasn’t been for a while.

​His teeth dig into my skin. “I can’t stop myself, baby. You feel so good.”

​“Cole, please,” I beg, rubbing my fingers in circles. If he notices, he doesn’t acknowledge my need.

​He thrusts all the way in. “Christ, Marley,” he murmurs against my skin as he releases into me. My heart sinks, but my desire is stuck at an all time high.

​My orgasms have become as rare as a full moon. In less than an hour, it will be three weeks and five days since I last felt what it was like to clench around him over and over again.

​My breathing is heavy. My fingers still. His head still pressed against my neck as his fingers run gently along my spine.

​“Did I hurt you?” he whispers against my skin.

​Not the way you’re thinking.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s