Author: L.M. Mountford
Release Date: April 9 2016
Sylvia Day meets Colleen Masters in this sizzling erotic thrill ride of lust and sex that will leave readers wanting more.
What is the measure of love? How far would you go to save the one you want but know you can never truly have?
Mina Carring is a woman that has given up on love. A rising star in the bright lights of Hollywood, men come and go from her life, passing like ships in the night, yet there is only one for her, the one she’d let slip away.
She knew she shouldn't want her stepbrother that way, but is it really so wrong to want someone, just because her father married his mother?
However, when he is filmed in a compromising position that could lead to a scandal which would ruin his life, Mina must step in. Now, powerless to escape as she heads down this path of lust and desire, torn between the dark delights of the handsome bad boy down the street and her adorable stepbrother who has always been there for her, she must confront the truth she has long tried to bury...
✯✯✯✯A full length, 40,000+ word novel, Confessions is the stand-alone erotic drama from the Author of the sinfully delicious, Sweet Temptations: The Babysitter. It contains adult themes, harsh language, and graphic content.✯✯✯✯
ExcerptGrasping the handle, she tried the lever and, finding the door unlocked, said a silent prayer for someone to have finally fixed the old squeak before giving it a gentle nudge. Without a sound, the door slid inward and, edging slightly forward, Mina peered through the crack. Ohhh my!
The room was dark and dim. What light there was came off the small lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden luminescence that enhanced the gloom and made the furniture appear surreal and shapeless amongst the shadows. Mark was half sitting, half lying upon his bed with his back propped against the woven metalwork headboard, naked and vigorously stroking his stiff length.
Mina licked her lips, her heartbeat rising to a thunderous storm within her breast as greedy azure eyes devoured the voyeur’s feast laid before her, memorizing every detail. University life had certainly seemed to agree with him. Where once he’d been boyishly spindly, he’d grown limber with long, well-defined legs and a firm abdomen just hinting to the rippling muscles beneath his milky skin. Her knees began to quake and tremble. By the look of him he had just come from the shower. His hair was still damp and half plastered to his face while drops of moisture glistened across his torso, rolling down his skin and sparkling like diamonds when they caught the light. Entranced by the slow roll of the moisture, her eyes were drawn to a single fat drop that slithered down the flat of his abdomen until it vanished within a nestle of dark curls and her gaze settled on his hard length and she had to bite her lip to rein in her low, wanton moan.
Only the head remained permanently in view, a swollen, purple-grey bell shining with a thick sheen of pre-cum and pulsing so vividly it was a wonder it hadn’t already burst beneath his attentions. Oblivious to his audience, Mark’s hand slid up and down the shaft, his motions swift and purposeful and very well practiced. His breathing was low and urgent, coming in short pants punctuated by the occasional low groan, like a great snorting beast preparing to charge. With each stroke, his fingers flexed around the length of the shaft, tightening and loosening, simulating the muscular convulsions of his fantasy lover, causing fresh droplets of glistening syrup to form on the tip.