Author:
M.A. DeOlmos
Genre:
New Adult 18+
Publication
Date: December 3, 2013
Event
Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc.
~ Synopsis ~
My
name is Livie Marie Acosta. I am a firm believer that childhood memories are
supposed to be happy, joyous, and beautiful. I also believe everyone else in
life has just that… except for me, of course.
I
came close to having that once with my own family. I had a loving mother that
treated me like her little princess. My father was, and still is, the biggest
support system in my life, but even his love isn’t enough for me at times. I
would have been a proud big sister at the age of seven, but Antonio Jr. was
torn away from us before he was even born.
I
was destined to be alone and hurt, both emotionally and physically scarred.
The
only skeletons that remained of my once happy family was a father I adored, but
who lived hundreds of miles away, and a mother whom I had spent most of my own
life saving from her demons.
Like
many people, they are scarred so deep that when they bleed, it is a reminder
that they are still human.
I
have a secret. A secret only I know about. I keep my secret well, and keep it
hidden from the peeping eyes of the world.
At
least I tried… that is until two angels barged into my life, and into my
scattered heart. Their presence in my life spun me on my heels, turning my
world yet again upside down, and right side up all at the same time.
What
I find could either save me, or finally push me over the edge.
Here
is my story…
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~ Excerpt ~
“Don’t
call me that.” I screamed back as I stormed out of his bedroom towards the
living room. As I turned the sharp corner to give him a rather large piece of
my mind for calling me by my birth name, I tripped over my feet and collided
with a body. Only this body wasn’t Law’s, I felt the distinction instantly.
This massive rock hard frame sent chills through my entire body and had my womb
vibrating in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ve pleasured myself but
this was a thousand times more intense. “Hey slow down Zena.” The voice spoke
to me and I swear I was about to have a massive orgasm any second.
The
strangers strong and beautifully built arms came up and he steadied me with his
hands on my shoulders. The current that was racing through my body jacked up a
million fucking notches. Since my off the shoulder top was hanging dangerously
low, the skin-to-skin contact was making me dizzy. I squeezed my knees
together to fight for some form of control over my pussy. I looked up at the
stranger who was also the same height as Law at about six foot two or maybe
three. His tan was perfect defining his sharp jaw and facial features. His eyes
were a warm milk chocolate brown that looked like they were rippling with deep
sprinkles of green. His lips, oh my god his lips. He had those Tom Hardy lips
that a girl just wanted to kiss, bite, suck, nip, and just do dirty things to.
The right side of his mouth turned up into a smirk and the leaky faucet between
my thighs finally sprung a massive panty-drenching leak. This gorgeous man
standing in front of me looked like the best of Stephen Amell, Jon Ryan, Alex
Pettyfer, and Tom Hardy all rolled up into one fucking dangerous beast.
His
shoulders where wide and broad great for boxing. His torso reminded me of
Law’s, long, lean, and well defined. He had on a black fitted T that was
stretching to the max over his sculpted muscles and his dark denim Abercrombie
jeans where dangerously low showing off the tips of his boxer briefs. “You okay
Zena?” The deep voice asked again. Even his voice was too sexy to be legal. It
sounded bad enough to be bottled up and sold as an illegal substance. It was
deep and rumbled as he rolled the words off of those juicy lips. Shaking my
head to clear away the spell I allowed myself to be pulled under I looked up
into his eyes.
“The
names Livie not Zena, and you are?” I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy but no one
in the history of my life had been able to bring out that strong of a reaction
out of me and my lady parts. Virgin lady parts at that! “I know I heard
you yelling at Law for calling you Livie, is there something I’m missing?” he
asked me as he leaned forwarded causing me to take an awkward step back. What
the hell, I never back down from anyone! This sexy son of a bitch was
pissing me off. “I don’t care what you heard. To you its Livie and to Law its
Sunshine! You don’t need to know why and I don’t care to share why. Don’t call
me Zena again!”
“I
see you two have met.” I heard Law say from the hallway. The frown on his face
and the way he was staring down this stranger put me at ease a little. He
caught my gaze and winked at me. “Sunshine this here arrogant douche bag is my
cousin Ocean Nathanial Hawthorne.”
~ About the Author ~
My
name is Melissa DeOlmos, a newbie to the world of indie writing. I live in
sunny side Palm Bay, Florida with my two lovely crazies ages five and two,
along with my Law Enforcement champ of a husband. I could say that writing
novels has been a passion that I’ve always pursued, but I can’t.
Writing
for me has always been my own secret escape into a land of wonders,
opportunities; loves and so much trouble that I sometimes wonder if I need
medication for the stories that pop into my head. I am now deciding to share my
mystical mind and stories with the world, so that hopefully others may also
find that little something extra they’ve been looking for. Thank you and I hope
you enjoy my books.
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