Title: Breaking the Seventh
Author: Allie Gail
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 8, 2017
Blurb
He’s hot, blue-eyed and butt naked.
Did I mention he’s naked? And I’ve never seen the guy before in my life! So why is he doing the backstroke in my neighbor’s pool?
Myles Bellamy may be a walking wet dream, but turns out he’s got the temperament of a bull shark. And yet every time I clash with the new next-door Neanderthal, I find myself fantasizing about all the dirty things he could do to me. Really dumb on my part, considering the timing…
She’s certifiably nuts.
I’m not kidding. That chick is wonkier than Willyβs chocolate factory. Between her head-banging music, smoke alarms going off during sΓ©ances and the dog I’m pretty sure she trained to crap on my lawn, I’m about ready to give Leah Whitfield a piece of my mind. Or better yet, a piece of me. Because every time I catch her sunbathing in that barely-there bikini, my resolve turns to dust.
And her excuse for turning me down? Her birthday’s coming up. According to Leahβs weird and warped logic, that day is supposedly cursed.
See what I mean? I can’t even…
Excerpt
βYouβre wasting your time, you know,β she murmurs.
βHow so?β
βYou arenβt getting into my pants, Mr. Bellamy.β
βYou arenβt wearing any pants, buttercup.β
βWell, then. I was right, wasnβt I?β
Sometimes this girl is really hard to interpret.
No. Scratch sometimes. I can never figure out what sheβs trying to say!
βSpeaking of which β did you happen to bring over my clothes?β
βNo.β My fingers wander dangerously close to the tempting hollow between her inner thigh and the edge of her swimsuit. βI left them in the dryer.β
βThe dryer? What, you washed them?β
βYes.β
βOka-ayβ¦that was nice of you, but you really didnβt have to do that. I had just put them on. They werenβt dirty.β
βThey were when I got done with them.β
Itβs all I can do to keep a straight face when her lips part in astonishment. βCome again?β
βAnd again,β I confess softly, a devious smile unfurling across my face.
Pushing the sunglasses up, she stares at me wide-eyed. βYou didnβt.β
βI did.β
βYouβre lying.β
βAm I?β
βMyles.β She gives me a slight shake of her head, as if trying to determine whether or not Iβm putting her on. βWhatβ¦um, exactly what did you do?β
βWell, letβs see now. There are a number of subtle illustrations I could use to describe what transpired last night. Sanding woodβ¦debugging the hard driveβ¦applying the hand brakesβ¦taking a load offβ¦β
βAre you kidding me?β
βLiquidating the inventoryβ¦β
βYou cannot be serious.β
βStraining the main veinβ¦β
βMyles!β Sheβs laughing now, but somehow I manage to maintain a straight face. Iβll leave it to her to decide whether or not Iβm joking.
Iβm not, of course.
And Iβm not the least bit repentant of the fact that after she waltzed her bare ass off my property last night, I took those lacy red panties inside, wrapped them around the hard-on she produced and jacked off all over them.
Iβve decided I may just keep them.
βDid you really?β She gazes at me speculatively, and I detect a distinct flicker of interest in her eyes.
I merely smile while sliding an erroneous finger along her bikini line. By now her thighs are well oiled and I am aching β fucking aching β to slip my hand inside the swimsuit and make sure every inch of her is covered in a sheen of Hawaiian Tropic.
She tries to keep her voice neutral, but I can hear the slight catch in it when she tells me, βYou’re pushing your luck there, Sparky.β
Maybe so, but I notice she hasn’t made a move to push my hand away.
βAre you gonna try and tell me you donβt hitchhike to heaven every now and then?β I prod her teasingly.
βQuite the wordsmith of pocket pinball, arenβt you?β
βI have my moments.β
βSo do I. And if you really must know, I had quite the moment last night.β
βIs that right?β
βTwice, actually.β
βYou donβt say.β I continue massaging her thigh, letting my index finger run along the perimeter of her bikini bottom. Almost, almost sliding underneath the fabric. Close, but not quite. βSomething in particular get you all hot and bothered?β
The look she gives me is one of dewy-eyed innocence. βNo more than usual. I hitchhike to heaven, as you put it, on a pretty regular basis.β
I am never going to make it to Pensacola on time.
βDealing with a little sexual frustration, are we?β I may as well include myself in this. After all, the thought of what she would look like in the throes of a self-imposed orgasm is bringing about the most agonizing case of blue balls Iβve ever experienced.
Unable to resist, I allow my errant hand to test her boundaries a little further.
Wandering just beneath the edge of her swimsuit, I brush a fingertip lightly against the soft, delicate folds hidden beneath. Her breath hitches, eyelashes fluttering for the briefest of moments. Itβs probably a good thing Iβm wearing constrictive jeans β otherwise Iβd be pitching one hell of an impressive tent right about now.
βYou tell me. Iβm not the one with the raging boner, am I?β Her gaze drops to the obvious bulge in my pants before sweeping back up to eye me with a smirk.
βMaybe notβ¦β Leaning in closer to her, I lower my voice to a whisper. ββ¦but Iβd bet the whole fucking farm that if I moved my fingers just a fraction of an inch, theyβd find one very wet and willing feline.β
Smiling sweetly, she whispers back, βAs far as I know, you donβt own a farm. So if you want to keep those fingers attached to your hand, then I would suggest you take them out of my bathing suit right now, Mr. Bellamy.β
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About the Author
Born and raised in rural Alabama, Allie Gail currently resides in the panhandle of Florida with her schmexy blue-eyed hubby, where they are currently being held hostage by a crabby gray entity disguised as a cat. (If youβre reading this β send help! Oh, and tuna. Send lots of tuna.) Always an obsessive reader, she took to her keyboard on a whim back in 2012 and hasnβt stopped pecking away since. Romance is her genre of choice, though she does harbor a soft spot for paranormal.
When she isnβt busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, Allie can usually be found snuggled up to her hubby watching cheesy B-movie horror, helping out with the family business or playing online RPG games while indulging her hopeless addiction to Tootsie Rolls.
In other words, sheβs a total nerd.
Donβt fault her that, though. Her paladin will someday save the world. Or at the very least, have an awesome set of matching plate armor.
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