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…
~ 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.