Author: Antoinette
Candella
Release Date: January
31, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
“Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them
not to.”
How do you live with yourself when you are the reason you lost the one
thing that meant the most to you.
Timing is everything and for Reed, he can never seem to catch a break.
When Reed returns to Boston to redeem himself he finds that Elle has already
moved on, building a new life, a new beginning. He needs her to know that he
meant every word before he left, that he never meant to leave her. Will he ever
get that chance to tell her?
How do you love again when the one person who made you feel like you
were his whole world left you with a broken heart? Hoping that life and new
friends could keep her memories and feelings for Reed at bay, Elle chases life
and all that it has to offer until she is confronted with heartbreak again.
Is time and space enough to get past losing your once in a lifetime or
will Elle be always Wanting Reed?
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Excerpt
“Ugh,” Tommy moans. "I can’t wait to get the credit card bill.”
“Relax, baby. It wasn’t all for me. I picked you up some goodies,
too.”
“Don’t scare me. Last time you bought me khakis."
“No clothes this time. Just toys.” She winks, brandishing a
bag from Condom World.
“All right, TMI.” I cringe. The last thing I want to hear
about is what Tommy and Juju do in the bedroom. Elle laughs.
“I may have picked up a little something from there. For us,”
Elle murmurs, running her hands over the muscles of my arms. “I can always take
everything back.”
“God, doll.” I smile and shake my head as she runs her hands down the
front of my shirt and pulls on the belt loop of my jeans until our hips touch.
I can feel her breath quicken. “This teasing has got to stop, or I’m gonna have
to take you right here.” I eye her up and down, summoning every ounce of
willpower not to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bathroom. “Can
you at least tell me what you bought?” She shakes her head, exhales and runs
her tongue along my bottom lip.
“And where’s the fun in that?” she replies in a shaky breath.
"Looks like you two need to be alone.” Juju wiggles her eyebrows
and throws herself on Tommy.
"No more shopping trips. This is it. The rest of the time we'll
be hanging out together until you guys leave next week,” I say, inhaling the
sweet smell of her hair.
“How about we play some pool?” Juju chirps.
"All the tables are taken,” I groan, mentally wincing that my
chance to get Elle home early is slipping out of my fingers. I frown
when Tommy snatches a table from a couple of guys finishing up. I'm starting to
think that Tommy hates me.
“Why are you frowning, baby?" Elle asks. You don't
wanna play pool with me?" Her intense gaze causes my dick to twitch.
“I think I’d rather play with you in bed," I growl into her ear
as I tug playfully on her hair.
"I’ve got a better idea." I see her brow crinkle, and I know
she’s thinking about me as she chews on her bottom lip.
“I'm listening," I reply, hopeful as I run my teeth over my
bottom lip.
“If you win, you choose whatever it is you want from me.”
"Anything?" My mind goes wild thinking about her in nothing
but red lace. I may need to pick up those cuffs she’s made reference
to before we go home. I don’t doubt her skills at pool. Shit. I have never seen
her play, and I’m pretty good. Either way, win or lose, I'm going to come out
on top.
"And if I lose?" I say, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.
"I make you my sexual slave," she whispers with a
distractively sexy half-smile on her lips.
I think my dick just ripped a hole in my boxers and is ready to burst
my zipper. Fuck winning. I'm losing.
"Let's go."
********
We've been playing pool for about thirty minutes, and Elle is
horrible. I have to top her shitty pool skills by being equally
horrible. I want to lose. I'm curious about her whole slave
idea. We haven’t been together that long, and it makes me wonder if she's got
this super kinky side. She grins at me and then leans over the table, eyeing me
seductively.
"What’s your next move?” I chuckle, observing
her trying to handle the stick. I want her to handle mine instead. She walks
around the table, twirling her hair and trying to get the best angle for the
shot, sometimes purposely putting her sweet ass within my reach. I'm no dummy.
I smack it every time she offers it. “You really aren’t good at pool, are you?”
I grin, admiring her ass in her tight jeans.
"Stop it, Reed." She pouts, struggling with the stick.
"You want me to help you, baby?” Rising from my stool before she
can answer, I stand behind her as she's bent over the table. Her scent envelops
me as I nuzzle my nose in her hair. "I like you in this position," I
growl, nibbling her ear as I tug her hair.
"Are you guys playing pool or making a porno?” Tommy laughs from
the table with Juju looking on with a smirk on her face.
"Sounds like fun, don’t ‘cha think?" Elle peeks over her
shoulder. Her eyes twinkle devilishly. "You're losing on
purpose." She laughs.
"The way I see it, I win either way.”
God, the fact that I am back here with her now makes me the luckiest
fucking man alive.
"I can't get a good angle to get a shot in." She frowns,
turning her attention to the table.
"I know a lot of good angles." I cock an eyebrow at her and
grab her waist. This constant touching is torturing me. I need a release really
soon. This game is dragging.
"How about we make this the last shot? If you make it, I lose.
I’m your slave. If you don't make it, I’m still your slave."
"You're really curious about this whole slave thing I have
planned, aren't you?" she teases, cocking her head to one side as she
winds her hair around her finger.
I nod my head adamantly. "Hell yeah, between you
mentioning the cuffs and this, I think there’s plenty I still don’t know about
you that I’m eager to discover.”
"Be careful what you wish for," she says, flirting
shamelessly with me.
"Fuck, doll, I'm gonna love whatever it is you have planned. Just
take the shot so we can get outta here."
Book One - Breaking Elle
About the Author
Antoinette Candela is a little shy with a larger than life
personality. Suffering from Peter Pan syndrome, she refuses to grow up. She
finds inspiration for her writings from everyday life, through her fun and
quirky interactions with friends and family and the drama that never ceases to
disappoint.
One thing is for certain, Antoinette lives by her own rules. As a
Bostonian she loves the Yankees and is proud to wear her “I Love Derek Jeter
“T-shirt. You can catch Antoinette on the beach soaking in the rays, but when
the rumble of the thunderstorm rolls in, she’s curled up with a book or tapping
away on her keyboard.
Mother, Writer, Reader, Lover of Music and all things learning,
Antoinette is the charismatic author of Breaking Elle.
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