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RELEASE DATE: September 12th
Blurb
People think I'm a douche.
And maybe I am.
I use most people.
It's what I know.
But if I love you,
I'd die for you.
I just don't know that I'm worth loving.
Handsome, privileged bad boy Zac Moore has always played by his own rules - at school, in business, with women. He's rewritten the rules to suit his own needs and his needs are all that matter.
Serious and focused family friend Liliana Castillo has one goal. Leave the pre-Med program at Yale to help people in developing nations.
As their paths cross and uncross, a tale of love, agony, betrayal and growth is woven, transforming two people who've hidden from relationships and love.
This is a stand-alone novel.
Bad Son Rising Excerpt
“I wasn’t kidding when I said that I was not going to be
able to wait for next time.”
Lily’s elusive smile started at the corners of her mouth,
lifting the apples of her cheeks and crinkling the outer edges of her
gold-flecked eyes. “Do you seriously think you’re going to bang me against a
Baobab tree?”
“I know I’m going to bang you against a Baobab tree.” He
was already working on the zipper of her jeans. With his hands inside her
pants, he slipped them into her underwear, tightly grasping her ass.
Lily’s gasp was audible as he kneaded a cheek with each
hand.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispered.
Nodding she stepped out of her jeans and he undid his.
Lifting her, she wrapped her legs around his slim hips and he lowered her onto
his waiting cock. Leaning her back against the ancient tree trunk for leverage,
Zac thrust his hips up burying himself deeply within Lily.
Her eyes were wide as she let out another gasp. “I’ve
never fucked against a tree.”
Zac laughed, “It’s a first for me too, babe.” And after a
few more strokes, “Tighten your legs around me, Lils.” Not taking his eyes off
of hers, “You feel so damn good.”
“You too,” were the only words she could squeak out and
finally, as a result of his deep pounding, with bated breath, “Zac.”
He nodded, “I know, babe.” His final powerful thrusts had
her back molded to the tree.
He fell into her, the old Baobab holding them both up.
With their heads on one another’s shoulders, they stood very still until they’d
both regained their breath.
Hand-in-hand they headed back to camp.
Please don’t fall in love
with me, Zac silently warned.
Please fall in love with
me, Zac silently prayed.
Author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.
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