(Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads)Publication Date: April 8th 2015
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Layla O’Leary has had enough. For years she has been haunted by the night she can’t remember. When she learns the only man she's ever loved has betrayed her, she escapes and crafts a new identity. She's finally free...
Carter has waited eight years to claim his woman. Locking him up only fueled his obsession. The day he gets out he's coming for her. Taking the Fall was just the start. Now he'll stop at nothing to possess what's his.
Warning: this book contains a hero who grunts and growls his way through life, a heroine nicknamed Cherry looking to lose it, and instalove so fast and hard your panties might disintegrate. Note: not responsible for exploding panties.
Taking the Fall is a four part story. A new part will come out every two weeks. Please note the endings are NOT relationship cliffhangers. Layla is Carter's.
“I may not survive this, Cherry.” I’m breathing hard, and I don’t know how to put what I feel into words.
She brings her hand up to my face and runs it along my jaw. She looks deeply into my eyes and for a moment, she has all the power. “I’m scared too, Carter.”
I kiss between her breasts and rest my forehead there. Her hands rub the top of my head and down my shoulders. I look down at her cum-covered belly and rub what remains into her skin. Seeing my mark on her calms me.
I smile at her as I move farther down her body. I get to her panties and grip them roughly.
“Time to unwrap the gift you’ve been saving for me.” With a slight tug, the panties are shredded. I toss them over my shoulder and look down at her pussy. She has a tiny patch of short red hair there that she’s kept trimmed. It’s so short and fine, she almost looks bare. It does incredible things to my cock to see her sweet virgin pussy so pure. Her pussy lips are pouty and swollen, and I can see her juices are already starting to run down her ass.
I shoulder her thighs apart, spreading her wide so I can fit and get comfortable. I plan on spending some time getting acquainted with my girl.
Layla makes a move to put her hand over her pussy and I push it out of the way. “Move your fucking hand, Cherry. Nobody ever told you not to get between a man and his meal?”
Giggling, she places her hand on my head. Fuck, I love that sound.
I rest my forehead at the top of her mound and put my face right up against her pussy. I don’t do anything at first. I just breathe in her scent. I’ve waited so long to be right where I’m at and I want to savor it.
“Carter, what are you doing?”
“I’m fucking worshiping your pussy, Cherry. Just lie there and enjoy it.”
“Are you going to kiss me there?”
“Cherry. Goddamn it, do not rush me. I’ve waited years for this. If I want to lie here and smell your pussy all night I will. Hell, if I want to order a pizza and have my fucking dinner while I keep my nose on your cunt, that’s what will happen. Now shut up and let me have my moment.”
“Oh God, Carter. I feel achy. Please lick it.”
“Fine, but only because I want to,” I say, knowing that I will actually give her anything she asks for. I hope she doesn’t catch on to how her pleas could have me eating out of her hand.
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