Let Me Love You
Jessica Jayne
Publication date: December 18th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Twenty-three year old Ren Haynes returns home after graduating college with two goals–start his engineering career and claim the heart of his parents’ thirty-one year old divorced neighbor, Stacey Williams.

Stacey is nursing her broken heart and shattered ego. Not only did her ex-husband have an affair, he got the woman pregnant. Picking up the pieces of her life isn’t easy, so when Ren taps into her need to feel desired again, she finds herself in a position she never imagined.

Can Ren help to rebuild her confidence and convince her that age is just a number?

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Excerpt:

Her chestnut hair fell in disheveled waves over her shoulders. The fear that clouded her eyes seconds ago also shined with determination. She worried her plump bottom lip with her teeth, causing blood to rush to his groin as he imagined chewing on that same lip. Her red t-shirt clung to her pert breasts, accentuating her lack of a bra with her nipples poking at the fabric. The shirt fell to her hips, where black boy shorts wrapped around her like a second skin, further showing off her tone thighs and calves.

“You’re beautiful.” The words burst from his mouth without much thought. His blood traveled south and left him with a basic vocabulary. Quite possibly his next words would be, “You’re mine.”

“Don’t try to distract me with compliments.” Her mouth pulled in a straight line and her brows drew down. Adorable. Feisty. He wanted her.

“I don’t know, Stace,” he teased, playing the little game. Hoping it would end exactly the way he’d like it to-them naked and tangled up with each other. “I’m a pretty decent-sized guy, not that I’m bragging or anything.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“I’m not sure you could bludgeon me with a hair brush. Perhaps we can go over some self-defense strategies later, like next time grab a knife, a pan, or a baseball bat. That might actually scare an intruder.”

“You’re an arrogant son of a gun.”

She strutted toward him, purpose glowing in her eyes. She gripped the brush like a serial killer might grip a knife. Ren couldn’t tell if she came toward him with the intent of hitting him or getting in his face. Either way, he intercepted, grabbing and bringing her wrist behind her back. He pressed forward, pushing her back against the wall. She grunted and struggled.

“What are you going to do now?” he whispered in her ear. She shivered against him. Encircling her other wrist with his free hand, he pinned it down by her side. He lined up with her, his pelvis against her belly, and moaned at her softness. “I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“This is the second time you’ve snuck up on me and scared the life out of me. Is this going to become a habit?” Raw emotion scattered across her face and it hit him. He’d really frightened her.

“I promise not to make it a habit.” He released one wrist and skimmed his fingers across her smooth cheek. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Did you ever hear of knocking?” Her breath skittered across his skin causing goose bumps to rise. She affected him inside and out.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He leaned in closer, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her fresh orange blossom scent.

“Mission accomplished.”

“I had to see you.” He rested his forehead against hers. Their gazes locked. “I had to touch you, kiss you.” He pressed a soft kiss to her nose. “Prove to myself that Saturday wasn’t a dream. The last two days have been torture.”

“A little melodramatic for a macho guy like yourself, no?”

He wanted to show her macho. Rip her bottoms off and fuck her hard against the wall. Show her how much he missed her. Needed her. But he got lost in her Caribbean ocean blue eyes, and a gentleness, or the closest thing to gentle he could feel when he was wrapped so tightly in lust, settled over him.

He brushed his lips softly over hers. The feathery touch sent a chill down his spine, but a heat swam low in his groin. She had this effect on him, tying him in knots of contradiction. She whimpered and dropped the brush on the floor with a clatter. He relaxed his grip on her wrist, but kept the kiss intense.

Author Bio:

Jessica is a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. She graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree in English. What college major could possibly be better than one that makes you read novels and write about them! Now she is thrilled to be able to share all the hot stories floating around in her head!

Jessica loves to travel and travel often! She shares her love of travel with her husband and children. She’s a huge sports fan, especially football. She the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Ohio State Buckeyes! She’s a wine-making (and wine-tasting) aficionado. She loves all music. And nothing is better than sunset at the beach!

In the journey of life, she also married a wonderful man and had three beautiful (and sometimes crazy) children. Life is always an adventure!

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