The sharp edge of love…
Brett MacLean was possessive. Even more since I became his. He was my desire…my ultimate pleasure…he was mine.
As each day passed, he revealed a part of himself that had lain dormant. A broken childhood. A troubled man. One I was determined to help.
After months together, I thought I knew him. But soon realized I was wrong. His dark secrets were only the beginning. The past was more disturbing than I ever could have fathomed.
His deep seeded need for me came with a price that could have consequences. I needed him just as much. Because of this, we would be tested. My greatest fear was that it would take us beyond the limits of our love.
Excerpt #1 (short):
People may not believe in love at first sight. The first pull. The first thing that tugs at your heart, leading you to that person. Hell, I definitely didn’t. Not until I met him. My best friend. My lover. Four weeks, three days and eight hours had passed since I’ve seen Brett MacLean.
The day he left for New York felt like a lifetime ago and I couldn’t wait to see him again. For him to come home. We weren’t living together yet but I spent every day at his apartment, needing to be close to him in some way.
Although video chats were a new thing for us, it wasn’t the same. I missed his touch, his hot breath against my skin, him telling me what he wanted and how he wanted it, the dark possessive air about him as he claimed me. Even though he was dark and brooding, demanding and controlling, I gave in willingly.
Excerpt #2 (long):
I slowly rose to my full height and found Brett standing a few feet away from me. His suitcase in hand, aviator sunglasses on his handsome face and four buttons on his white dress shirt unbuttoned. My stomach flipped, my heart thumping hard against my rib cage at the mere sight of him. God, he was beautiful. Possessive and dominating, dark and sensual. Sex rolled off of him like a cool morning fog.
He pulled off his glasses, his blue eyes locking with mine. A smug smile formed on his hard chiseled face. A dark line of scruff covered his jaw and I couldn’t wait to lick every inch of him.
My body bloomed, needing his hands on me after so long but I was frozen. Captivated by his deep blue stare as he stalked towards me.
He handed the driver his bags and closed the distance between us. He cupped the back of my neck, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Hi my Evvie.”
Hearing him claim me by just his words, made my insides quiver. “Hi,” I breathed. My heart gave a thump. I swore my insides just turned to mush.
He smirked and leaned down to my ear. “I missed you.” His lips brushed down the length of my jaw. “I’ve missed your smell. Lavender. Vanilla. Me.”
My heart thumped hard, pounding in my ears as he held me restrained just by his hand and mouth. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
His fingers brushed down my cheek before capturing my mouth in a hard demanding kiss.
My lips instantly parted, taking his tongue deep inside me. The feel of his warm lips against mine after all of these weeks ignited something I hadn’t felt in a while. A wanton need spread through me. I gripped his shirt, pulling him against me. More.
A soft groan erupted from the back of his throat as the kiss deepened. Pushing me up against the side of the town car, his hold on the back of my neck tightened.
I moaned, sucking and pulling at his tongue.
He chuckled and released my mouth, trailing kisses down to my ear. “I’ve missed you so much, lover,” he whispered.
“Hmm…I’ve missed you,” I said, leaning my head to the side.
“I can’t wait to do nasty dirty things to that hot little body of yours,” he growled in my ear, inhaling deep.
I bit my lower lip to keep from panting and brushed a hand down his hard chiseled chest.
His teeth grazed up the side of my neck. “I can’t wait to get you alone.”
Excerpt #3:
I smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips before he pushed me back on the bed. For the rest of the night, Brett gave me what I needed from him. What I craved.
Through these months of being with him, I had learned so much. His feelings revealed, his past laid out before him, his true desires on display. For me.
His passion, his love, his dark possession consumed me. I was drowning in him and as each day past, I fell further and further into his depths. Not wanting to come up for air in the least.
He gave me him. All of him. Revealing a part of himself that he never shared with anyone. The once broken boy that grew up into a strong and powerful man was mine. It would take a while for him to heal, to get over what had been done to him but I would be by his side every step of the way.
Only I knew the real Brett MacLean.
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When Jo-Anna isn't working her Monday-Friday 9-5 job, she's spending her time reading, writing and with the love of her life.
She's an all-around Canadian girl. Born and raised in a small city.
If you don't see Jo-Anna writing, you'll find her with her nose in a book. Whether it's her words or someone else's, she's drawn to it.
Jo-Anna loves stories with Alpha broken males and that need to be ripped apart and put back together again. Men that fall to their knees over a wink or a giggle from their females.
Two things you will never find Jo-Anna without; her cell phone and lip gloss. If she has both of those items, you have a happy girl.
Since starting her writing adventure in 2013, Jo-Anna has met many people, real life, online, in her head and she loves every single one of them. Without the support from others, none of this would be possible and she's grateful for all that has been given to her.
*Releases May 12, 2014*
On a day like any other, Allyn Sommers went off to work, not knowing that her life was about to be irrevocably and horrifically altered.
Three years later, Allyn is still a prisoner in her own home held captive by harrowing fear. Broken and damaged, Allyn seeks help from someone that fate brought her.
Dr. Dominic Shriver is a psychiatrist who’s drawn to difficult cases. He must push past his own personal battles to help Allyn fight her monsters and nightmares.
Is Dr. Shriver the answer to her healing?
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I don't do 'normal'.
I've found that the more I write, the more I like being different to other authors. I write in first person, and I love to challenge a reader.
I take the normal and switch it around.
For me, I really enjoy getting a reaction from a reader. So if I can evoke an emotion (regardless of if it's the emotion the reader wants) then I figure that I've done my job as an author I want to be.
I really quite revel in taking people out of their comfort zones and pushing them to read something different.
My genre of writing is, well quite frankly, where ever my mind goes. I won't label myself because I don't like sticking to one genre.
My goal with writing is just to take people away from whatever is going on in their lives, even if it's only for a split second.
I'm a go with the flow sort of person and don't really take a course of action to get where I am going. I live in the moment and don't usually worry about tomorrow because whatever life is due to bring me, I'll be happy to accept.
I love my family and friends and will help anyway I can if someone needs it. I really don't like people that are nasty just because they can be, I don't believe that's necessary, I mean life's hard enough as it is!
I hope you enjoy my books, I've had a hoot writing them. There's more to come.....
Til next time.
M xx
