No, that’s not my new motto…although I think it should be ;D
Howdy, Wickedly Sexy Peeps. It’s Avril all up in your face. I’m bringing you a taste of Far From the Usual, my interracial novella out NOW! from Evernight Publishing.
It’s sexy. Of course. And just this side of dirty.
Hell, yes.
Raunchy, but then you expect that from Av, don’t ya?
I was just minding my business like I usually do (not) when this hot story hit me upside the head.
What if my heroine is in love with her ex’s brother? And not just his brother, nooo. His twin. Hell yeah, I had to write the story.
Far From the Usual was written with a quickness…Av speak for pretty fast, and the result is below. I hope you enjoy Arden and Cam, I’ve shared one of what I think is the sexiest scenes in the book.
He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.
Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.
EXCERPT
Cam had long silenced the annoying voice calling him all kinds of bastards. He knew the spiel by heart, but he wasn’t a masochist. The woman he wanted was single and he didn’t give a fuck who she’d been with before.
Arden had always been his.
He could barely focus on the task of fixing his mother’s dishwasher. He managed to fix the damned thing, though, and hightail it out of the house before his mother found something else for him to fix.
He drove through town searching for Arden’s car, cursing the drugging need he had for her that discarded common sense. She was his brother’s ex, barely. Feisty and haughty and spoiled. All the things he usually hated in a woman, but found he wanted to see in her. She was better than the image she projected, he knew that much.
She was out on a date and fuck, but he needed to hit something. Or someone. He’d waited patiently for months for her to wise up, see that Clark was using her for nothing more than her family’s power and status, because as much as the Mercers had money and prestige, Clark hungered for more.
All the time.
Dating the daughter of the Mayor of Ridgefield certainly gave Clark a measure of security and prestige, but what was his brother thinking, calling things off?
Cam knew Arden cared for his brother. He didn’t doubt Clark cared for her, but those two had never been in love. No way could Clark have walked away from the caramel-skinned beauty if he was in love with her, and Cam knew enough about Arden to know he wouldn’t have gotten as close as he had if she was in love with his brother.
All’s fair in love and war.
Due to his brother’s stupidity, Arden was free and Cam would be staking his claim. This time he wasn’t allowing his brother’s feelings to factor into his decisions. He’d done that for a very long time and now he was going to be selfish.
He wanted Arden Windham. He wanted her slick and tight around him, eyes on him as he fucked her hard, and he wanted to watch that mask she wore fall apart. He wanted to watch her fall apart then put her back together.
That his brother once had her only sweetened that hunger.
He spotted her car in front of Marty’s Eatery downtown Ridgefield. Cam tightened his hold on the steering wheel, but didn’t stop. Instead he dialed the number he’d saved in his phone. Her number.
Parking the truck in front of his shop, he leaned back in his seat, eyes closed and listened as the phone rang over his Bluetooth headset.
“This is Arden.”
Her voice was soft, tone considerably subdued.
“You’re on a date?” The tension in his body reverberated through his gruff words.
“Who is this?”
“Like you don’t know. I’m not happy, Princess.” Cam smiled at her swift intake of breath. He could definitely picture the panicked look in her eyes. He frightened her and he doubted she really knew why.
“Wasn’t I clear earlier?” he asked. “It’s you and me, Princess. Get rid of whoever you’re with before I do it for you.”
He listened as she mumbled an excuse to her companion and silence reigned while he assumed she found privacy. A door banged in the background.
“Where the hell do you get off?” She raged at him but he made out the tremors in her voice. “You don’t own me, Mr. Mercer. You’ll never have me.”
“We both know that’s not true. I can see the hunger in your eyes and the fear. You want me, Princess, you just don’t know what to do about it.”
She choked. “You’re a delusional bastard who wants what his brother had. It will never happen. Never.”
Such vehemence. Cam squirmed and palmed his hard cock through his jeans. Fuck. “I bet you’re wet right now, Princess. If you slid a finger under those tight ass shorts, would they be slick with your cream? Are you creaming for me, Princess?” He squeezed his bulge and widened his legs, hips lifting as he thrust into his palm.
Arden fell silent, her heavy pants telling him enough.
“I’d lick it all up,” he whispered. “Spread you wide and bathe in all that wetness.”
She made a sound, he thought he heard his name, but then she took an audible breath.
“I’m not doing this with you, Mr. Mercer.”
Cam grinned. “Ah, but you will. You know where I am and how to reach me.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Mercer.” She ended the call and Cam bolted out of the truck and up to his apartment above the shop. He needed to jerk off in the worst way.
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