Title: Loving Me, Trusting You
Series: The Triple M Series #2
(This was going to be a stand alone book, and then was changed to a trilogy. Due to wonderful, amazing fan mail and suggestions, it has now become a ‘series’. Length undetermined.)
Genre: New Adult/Erotica/Motorcycle Gang
Mature – Ages 18
Release Day: June 25th, 2013
Blurb: TBA – But let’s just say that you get to know a whole Gaine a whole lot more intimately…
Trailer For Book One:
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“Austin Sparks crushes me against the pool table with his hips, the roughness of his jeans rubbing against the smoothness of my thighs as he pushes up my skirt with his warm hands.
‘Get ready for this, beautiful.’ ”
Twenty-one year old Amy Cross’s idea of a hot Saturday night is curling up with her favorite book boyfriend and secretly sneaking a
bottle of her mother’s wine. That is, until she meets Austin Sparks, the biker boy with a past that burns like fire and a gaze she can’t look away from. Without knowing what she’s doing or why she’s doing it, Amy ends up on the road with Austin traveling from one city to another while learning things she’s only ever read about in romance novels.
At first it seems like Austin is Amy’s fantasy come true, but as their journey progresses, she starts to sense that Austin is running away from something. Amy knows that she’ll do whatever it takes to help him find himself. What she doesn’t expect is that she’ll lose herself in the process and how good it will feel to be free.
LOSING ME, FINDING YOU EXCERPT:
“Take ‘em off. This is your next lesson. If you don’t wear a skirt, be prepared to take off your pants. Come on, sugar, let’s get to it. We’ve gotta hurry before somebody drives by and sees us.”
“You’re serious?” I ask him, getting chills and a gut wrenching belly ache. Oh God, yes. I can’t believe I waited twenty-one years for this feeling. It’s incredible.
“As a heart attack,” Austin says, taking a drag on his cigarette and tossing it to the ground, so he can smash it under his boot. I nibble my lip for a moment and then start to unbutton my jeans. Austin’s eyes follow the motion and narrow when I pause with the zipper halfway down.
“Take off your shirt,” I command him. I want to see what’s under there. Three times we’ve had sex and not once have I gotten to see
his chest and belly. He grins at me and obliges, tearing the black fabric off and tossing it down alongside his vest.
Austin is… Well, God, Austin is ripped. He’s tight and muscular and I can see every muscle in his belly as clear as day. His skin
stretches hot and slick over the firmness of his chest and stomach, dipping into his pants with a sprinkle of sandy hair. Above his pecs, he’s got another skull tattoo surrounded by roses and on either side, a gun pointing inwards. Sweat glides across the colorful piece of art and gets caught between his muscles, sliding down and soaking into the waistband of his jeans.
I practically tear my boots and pants off in my frenzy to touch him.
I can’t wait.
“Panties,” he commands me, and I pause. Being pants-less in the middle of the road is one thing, but being pantie-less is quite
“Austin?” He grins at me and reaches down, unzipping his own pants.
My gaze follows his hands involuntarily, mesmerizing me.
“Better hurry before somebody comes along and we get interrupted.”