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Enduring the Wild Sparks
The fourth book in my Wild Sparks series, Enduring the Wild Sparks, has been added to Goodreads! The blurb and the spring 2016 release date will be coming soon, so don't forget to add Enduring to your TBR!
UNSCREWED
If you read and loved my Wild Sparks series, then you know Greg Rodwell. It's his turn to tell his story and you won't want to miss it. UNSCREWED releases August 14, 2018. Amazon preorders will be available mid-May. Don't forget to add UNSCREWED to your GR TBR!
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Greg Rodwell.
The myth, the man, the legend.
Yeah. I’m none of that crap.
Okay. I’m a man. There’s that much.
Almost everyone calls me Rod, whether I like it or not. I’m the guy others look to for a laugh, a dirty joke, a distraction—the office clown. Even my best friend, Hadley, laughs.
It’s just that, I’m not always laughing. Not even on the inside. Nobody knows the real Greg or the agony I hide with humor. My recently dead sister had a clue, but she’s in no position to blab. I screwed up big time—then and now—but it’s all my undoing. Through everything, Hadley’s been my cure and my curse. And I fell in love with my married best friend. But she wasn’t always married, and I wasn’t always broken.
I had a millisecond of a chance, but I blew it, siding with morality. What guy does that? And sailing that sinking ship all the way down, I sacrificed my wants for her needs. Doing that, I fathered a kid with the office trouser troll. Stupid? Hell to the yes. Because now, regardless of the grand total, I want something I can’t have. Integrity and my sanity be damned.
But nobody, especially Hadley, can know the real Greg Rodwell, my tortured soul, my unashamed love, or my darkest truth, because it wouldn’t just blow her mind.
It would rock our damn world.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...UnscrewedUnscrewedUnscrewed
Greg Rodwell.
The myth, the man, the legend.
Yeah. I’m none of that crap.
Okay. I’m a man. There’s that much.
Almost everyone calls me Rod, whether I like it or not. I’m the guy others look to for a laugh, a dirty joke, a distraction—the office clown. Even my best friend, Hadley, laughs.
It’s just that, I’m not always laughing. Not even on the inside. Nobody knows the real Greg or the agony I hide with humor. My recently dead sister had a clue, but she’s in no position to blab. I screwed up big time—then and now—but it’s all my undoing. Through everything, Hadley’s been my cure and my curse. And I fell in love with my married best friend. But she wasn’t always married, and I wasn’t always broken.
I had a millisecond of a chance, but I blew it, siding with morality. What guy does that? And sailing that sinking ship all the way down, I sacrificed my wants for her needs. Doing that, I fathered a kid with the office trouser troll. Stupid? Hell to the yes. Because now, regardless of the grand total, I want something I can’t have. Integrity and my sanity be damned.
But nobody, especially Hadley, can know the real Greg Rodwell, my tortured soul, my unashamed love, or my darkest truth, because it wouldn’t just blow her mind.
It would rock our damn world.
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Unhinged
Unhinged Releases 01/13/22! New Excerpt!
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When he tilts his head more, the light shows the feral look on Greg Rodwell’s face, and I fall victim to my taunting.
I bite my lip, so I don’t moan, watching his chest rise and fall faster. Refusing to let him deny or lie his way out of this, I continue. “Then, you went to your room.”
Pushing off the wall, I stand closer to him, and my heart pounds. Chrome fills me, and it nearly knocks me on my ass, and I want to beg him to fuck me here. But nope. My pussy won’t be so easy to score. With my body trembling, my voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “I heard you beating off.”
His whisper is just as gruff. “You heard nothing.”
Greg will never know that I wanted to have sex with him for more than a mere fuck. For the first time, I wanted the passion and to have an orgasm because of him, not despite him. I needed Greg to feel it all. I wanted him to fall in love with me. Has Greg ever been in love? Maybe he will be with his new girlfriend.
That ratchet bitch.
“Really? I heard your desperate moans and fast pumping.” I feel his heat, anger, denial, and arousal with my lips closer to his. I won’t touch him. I won’t take advantage of his vulnerability. “Were you imagining coming over my naked tits and watching it drip between them?”
His lips part for two seconds before he coolly whispers, “No.”
“I knocked on your door. You were rattling it with your jerking. I wanted to help you with it. If you had let me in, I would’ve sucked your dick against the door.” His fast breaths falter, but he doesn’t argue. So I keep going. “My hot tongue stroking you, slow and then fast, taking you to the brink and then away. I know you’re hard right now.”
His voice is low. “No.”
“You would’ve fucked my mouth with your thick cock along my tongue. With your hand in my hair, you would’ve jerked me back and forth, so my tongue slid over the tip as you lost your breath. You want to feel it so damn much now, don’t you?” He doesn’t answer this time. His gaze shifts to the wall, and I glance at his crotch. In the white glow of the exit sign, I watch his hand cupping his imprisoned hard-on through his jeans.
I smile but not to mock him since I’m treading on thin ice. “While on my knees, I would’ve brought you to desperate oblivion before you threw your orgasm down my throat or onto my tits.”
Greg swallows noisily between us, and his arm moves. I then hear the button pop and the whir of his zipper. Damn, I didn’t think I’d get this far. Maybe if I can’t get a regular job, I can do nights as a phone sex operator.
But it’s also backfiring on me because I soaked my underwear. Shifting, I see his hand sliding back and forth over his bare cock, and it freezes me for a few seconds. My pussy aches, still mourning Greg Rodwell’s dick, and now it’s next to me again. Without thinking it through much, but needing to prove a point and get out of here before I come in front of him, my hand goes to my open shirt, and I pull it down, exposing my cleavage and bra. I breathlessly tease, “Are these what you thought of in your room?”
With the music, I hear him groan as he stares at my chest, and I watch him jerking. Oh, God. I won’t make it to the bathroom—desperate times—to relieve my tension.
But I won’t be easy. No. I can’t trust Greg not to hurt me since he has nothing to lose. He’s made that clear. Greg can’t just guilt me into sex. I won’t be that girl.
Steeling Wilder nerve I wasn’t born with, I straighten and drop my hand, though my cheap shirt droops, leaving my boobs on display. I say, “And that’s the art of seduction, Rod.”
Greg stops stroking, his face a mix of confusion, embarrassment, rage, and lust. It’s a unique combination that’s powerful and hard to look away from as it feeds my throbbing pussy. However, when I smirk before leaving to jill off in the bathroom. Greg grabs my shoulder, hooks my shirt, which catches me off guard, and I slouch. The next thing I see is his hand jerking his hard cock with stuttered panting as he spurts a flood of hot cum over my tits.
His deep groans punctuate each spasm as I squeal, jumping away from him, shocked and on the verge of my own orgasm.
“And that’s how you fulfill a wet dream,” Greg sneers with a glare, but his gaze falls to my chest as he catches his breath, still holding his dribbling cock.
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Check out the new excerpt!
When he tilts his head more, the light shows the feral look on Greg Rodwell’s face, and I fall victim to my taunting.
I bite my lip, so I don’t moan, watching his chest rise and fall faster. Refusing to let him deny or lie his way out of this, I continue. “Then, you went to your room.”
Pushing off the wall, I stand closer to him, and my heart pounds. Chrome fills me, and it nearly knocks me on my ass, and I want to beg him to fuck me here. But nope. My pussy won’t be so easy to score. With my body trembling, my voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “I heard you beating off.”
His whisper is just as gruff. “You heard nothing.”
Greg will never know that I wanted to have sex with him for more than a mere fuck. For the first time, I wanted the passion and to have an orgasm because of him, not despite him. I needed Greg to feel it all. I wanted him to fall in love with me. Has Greg ever been in love? Maybe he will be with his new girlfriend.
That ratchet bitch.
“Really? I heard your desperate moans and fast pumping.” I feel his heat, anger, denial, and arousal with my lips closer to his. I won’t touch him. I won’t take advantage of his vulnerability. “Were you imagining coming over my naked tits and watching it drip between them?”
His lips part for two seconds before he coolly whispers, “No.”
“I knocked on your door. You were rattling it with your jerking. I wanted to help you with it. If you had let me in, I would’ve sucked your dick against the door.” His fast breaths falter, but he doesn’t argue. So I keep going. “My hot tongue stroking you, slow and then fast, taking you to the brink and then away. I know you’re hard right now.”
His voice is low. “No.”
“You would’ve fucked my mouth with your thick cock along my tongue. With your hand in my hair, you would’ve jerked me back and forth, so my tongue slid over the tip as you lost your breath. You want to feel it so damn much now, don’t you?” He doesn’t answer this time. His gaze shifts to the wall, and I glance at his crotch. In the white glow of the exit sign, I watch his hand cupping his imprisoned hard-on through his jeans.
I smile but not to mock him since I’m treading on thin ice. “While on my knees, I would’ve brought you to desperate oblivion before you threw your orgasm down my throat or onto my tits.”
Greg swallows noisily between us, and his arm moves. I then hear the button pop and the whir of his zipper. Damn, I didn’t think I’d get this far. Maybe if I can’t get a regular job, I can do nights as a phone sex operator.
But it’s also backfiring on me because I soaked my underwear. Shifting, I see his hand sliding back and forth over his bare cock, and it freezes me for a few seconds. My pussy aches, still mourning Greg Rodwell’s dick, and now it’s next to me again. Without thinking it through much, but needing to prove a point and get out of here before I come in front of him, my hand goes to my open shirt, and I pull it down, exposing my cleavage and bra. I breathlessly tease, “Are these what you thought of in your room?”
With the music, I hear him groan as he stares at my chest, and I watch him jerking. Oh, God. I won’t make it to the bathroom—desperate times—to relieve my tension.
But I won’t be easy. No. I can’t trust Greg not to hurt me since he has nothing to lose. He’s made that clear. Greg can’t just guilt me into sex. I won’t be that girl.
Steeling Wilder nerve I wasn’t born with, I straighten and drop my hand, though my cheap shirt droops, leaving my boobs on display. I say, “And that’s the art of seduction, Rod.”
Greg stops stroking, his face a mix of confusion, embarrassment, rage, and lust. It’s a unique combination that’s powerful and hard to look away from as it feeds my throbbing pussy. However, when I smirk before leaving to jill off in the bathroom. Greg grabs my shoulder, hooks my shirt, which catches me off guard, and I slouch. The next thing I see is his hand jerking his hard cock with stuttered panting as he spurts a flood of hot cum over my tits.
His deep groans punctuate each spasm as I squeal, jumping away from him, shocked and on the verge of my own orgasm.
“And that’s how you fulfill a wet dream,” Greg sneers with a glare, but his gaze falls to my chest as he catches his breath, still holding his dribbling cock.
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Battered and bruised, Greg Rodwell struggles without his bride.
I married her as a favor. She dumped me out of spite.
Returning to Richmond, I watch Simone parading her loser dates as if it’s a sport. I start dating to get over her. But things hit a snag when Simone’s father shows up to stay with her for a week. She pleads with me to break the news to her father about our breakup instead of him discovering it and revoking her funds. At first, watching her squirm amuses me, but I’m not a total jackass. I’ll save her once more, but this time, I’m calling the shots, refusing to suffer through another painful breakup. Unfortunately, this infuriates Simone, but now she’s stuck with a husband for a week. Since I’m homeless, crashing with her works for me. However, playing out our marriage in front of her father, stuff between Simone and me soon gets real. Way too real.
Dating to avoid Simone only worsens my intense attraction to her. She’s an addiction no rehab can fix. Yet, when she reciprocates the obsession, I freak out and push her too far all over again. But this time, the massive fallout changes us forever.
Battered and bruised, Greg Rodwell struggles without his bride.
I married her as a favor. She dumped me out of spite.
Returning to Richmond, I watch Simone parading her loser dates as if it’s a sport. I start dating to get over her. But things hit a snag when Simone’s father shows up to stay with her for a week. She pleads with me to break the news to her father about our breakup instead of him discovering it and revoking her funds. At first, watching her squirm amuses me, but I’m not a total jackass. I’ll save her once more, but this time, I’m calling the shots, refusing to suffer through another painful breakup. Unfortunately, this infuriates Simone, but now she’s stuck with a husband for a week. Since I’m homeless, crashing with her works for me. However, playing out our marriage in front of her father, stuff between Simone and me soon gets real. Way too real.
Dating to avoid Simone only worsens my intense attraction to her. She’s an addiction no rehab can fix. Yet, when she reciprocates the obsession, I freak out and push her too far all over again. But this time, the massive fallout changes us forever.
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Ren Alexander is the author of the Wild Sparks series, The Keys to Jericho, and the upcoming UNSCREWED.
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