BREAKING THE STORM Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
I wanted Knox. There was no need to deny that fact.
Knox was the type of guy you gravitated to, who stood out in the crowd. It wasn’t just his classically good-looking features and perpetual five o’clock shadow. It was his raw energy that entranced me, that made me feel like a giggly, fumbling high school girl, happy to be in his presence.
Yes, there’s no denying it, front man Knox Gunner was a sexy badass.
It didn’t matter that he initially thought I was some bored, rich girl trying to live out some wild fantasy of being with a starving musician. It was uncomplicated and that’s what we both wanted. At least that’s what I convinced myself. I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that my feelings for Knox were getting dangerously deep—waiting to lay siege on my heart. I was falling for him… and this was dangerous. The rules were clear: falling in love would obligate me to expose what I truly was, setting in motion his slow march to death.
Now time for the man I really wanted. Knox held out his hand, his eyes lighting with amusement as I tossed my hair, dropping low in front of him with a seductive smile.
“Minx,” he muttered.
“Whatever,” I said with an air of confidence, swaying my way up. Leaning forward, I snatched the cigar from his mouth, letting my hair softly brush against his face. Stubbing it out on the stage, I popped it into my mouth like a boss in charge as I popped my hips, spun, and bent over, looking between my legs and giving him a full-on display of my ass.
Pulling out the cigar, I flicked my tongue around it sensually. His eyes widened with desire. I swung up with a cloud of hair, extending my hand to him. Using his hard thigh as a step stool, I stepped down onto the floor. I never felt so alive, so seductive in my whole life. He was mine for as long as he wanted this thing to last and I was grabbing hold with both hands. I snaked myself around his body before standing between his wide-open legs, dipping forward, brushing my breasts against his chest.
His face was like granite. No emotion showed as his hands clenched and unclenched like he was fighting the need to touch me. Slowly, I twirled around, giving him my back as I started a slow sway of my hips from side-to-side, moving them in a figure eight. Upping the ante, my butt moved in circles as it hovered over his crotch.
I leaned back, whispering, “You enjoying the show, rock star?”
He was silent. The pulse along his jaw beating in rapid rhythm. I lowered myself onto his lap, grinding against his body, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I can’t hear over the loud gnashing of teeth. So, is that a yes or no, baby?”
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About Sedona Venez
T.L. Clarke writing as Sedona Venez
TLC is a NYC girl (go Brooklyn!) and is obsessed with books. She also has a borderline unhealthy obsession with her iPad. Her favorite books… anything with rockers, hot alpha men and wolf shifters!
Her true love for writing blossomed when she began to write New Adult and Adult novels with romance, music, and sexy men as her alter ego “Sedona Venez”.
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