~Synopsis~
I shouldn’t have remembered him.
He was just a guy who walked through a
restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no
connection between us at all.
But I could feel him.
The tingle down my spine. The command in his
presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I
saw him, and I was captivated.
The second time was different.
He was in the mysterious back elevator of my
apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed,
and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body
hummed.
That was just the beginning.
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to
fall in love with him, and his name…
Cole Mauricio
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~Excerpt~
Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side,
watching him. He returned my gaze.
We still did not touch.
My chest tightened, hoping no one would call
the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and
stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home.
I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again.
God, it was time.
Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the
light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and
paused at the island. “Did you want something to drink?” I caught sight of the
tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough.
Cole stepped up behind me and followed my
gaze. “Were you going to have a party?” he asked, his breath coating the back
of my neck.
I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious
moment. “I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.”
His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater
aside to touch my skin. “He?”
“She. Sia.” I looked over my shoulder. He was
so close. “She stood me up for a date.”
A faint smile showed. “I need to send her a
thank-you card.”
“Please don’t sign it.”
“Why not?”
I turned around, easing my back against the
island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place.
“Because she’s slightly obsessed with you,
though she’s in love with someone else now. She could circle back,” I joked.
“Me?”
“We saw you one night.”
“When?” He leaned away, but his hands remained
on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose.
“At Gianni’s. We went there the night I moved
in.”
He didn’t move, but I could feel him pulling
away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didn’t reply.
He was waiting for me instead.
I continued, “You came in with a bunch of men
and went upstairs. That was it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Did you talk to anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“The staff?”
“About you?”
“About anything.”
My forehead wrinkled. “Sia networked with the
hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized
her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a
drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about
photographers—stuff like that.”
He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on
the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried they’d told us.
“I don’t know who you are.” I lifted a hand,
placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted
in surprise. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
He glanced down at my hand and held still. He
was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was
second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to
worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it
out, my heart pressing against my rib cage.
When he looked back up, the hunger was in his
eyes again—dark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned
in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of
my face. “I wasn’t second-guessing this. I want you to know that.” His touch
was tender.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Something else, but it wasn’t you.”
“This is one of those moments where you wish
you could tell me, but you can’t? Not yet?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved
from mine to my lips. “Something like that, yes.”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” I started to tease, but then his
head dipped down, and his lips were on mine.
I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His
mouth was gentle, but as he felt my body’s reaction, he applied pressure. His
touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone
groaned. That was me.
His hand slid around to the back of my neck.
He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping
inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on
was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasn’t
enough. Need shot through my whole body.
My hands slid under his shirt and moved over
his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt
the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was
intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much
power I actually had.
Pulling back, I studied him.
He was panting lightly. So was I.
I could see him wondering what I was going to
do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands
caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now
sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between
them. His mouth went right to mine.
I couldn’t get over what I was doing. I didn’t
care.
I didn’t think I would care the next day, the
day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one
night. One long night.
~Review~
Good gawd this woman
have left me speechless again, her writing man there’s something about that
grabs a hold of your attention and will not let you go. Trust me when I tell
you this, once you start to read “Cole” you’re not going to want to put the book
down. I started this book around 11 pm and I had to force myself to put down
around 2:30 in the morning because I knew I had to be up for work the next day,
but trust me when I tell you a probably wouldn’t have if I didn’t have work.
Cole, Cole, Cole, oh
this man you cannot help but to fall in love with him. First of all I didn’t
read the blurb for this book so I was surprise when I started to read it and
found out who it was about and I loved the element of surprise. Tijan gave us
one sexy, thrilling, suspenseful story for us to get hooked on and I loved
every single minute of it. There will surprises that I couldn’t even read into
because Tijan did such a wonderful job in writing a book that will keep our
attention captive because you really don’t know what is going so you have no
other choice but to keep reading to find out what those secrets are that needs
to be revealed. The sex scenes were very subtle and sexy all its own way. I
cannot wait for more from these characters and to see what Ms. Tijan will grace
us with next.
~About the Author~
I didn't begin writing until after
undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my
life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me.
So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I
needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my
teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was
one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after
that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something
that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading
this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.
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