Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sneak Peek Sunday: FOREVER HIM (An Obsessed Novella) by Jeanne St. James #eroticromance

 An Obsessed Novella
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/Erotica

This is not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

I can’t keep my eyes off the tall, dark, and confident man who stops in the coffee shop every morning. I want this stranger more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, even though I only know his first name. As an author, my imagination is my ultimate writing tool, men like Kane my muse. And the minute he leaves, I’m overcome with fantasies I can’t control and my fingers fly across the keyboard … until one day, I almost snap. My embarrassing outburst has me running out the door when he catches me and takes me to his home.

Though it’s risky, I can’t resist him. And with one kiss, he now owns me. This man will capture my sanity and trap it forever. He’ll steal me one piece at a time until he possesses me completely. He’ll ruin me for any other man. But I don’t want anyone else, for it’ll always be forever him.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are stand-alone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.

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Kane leads me through the house to the master bedroom like he’s escorting me to the prom… with a hand to the small of my back, his other hand holding mine in front of him. I feel as if we should waltz down the hallway instead of walk.
His is the only bedroom I’ve ever been in that has double doors. But beyond them is his domain.
The room is large, more like a suite, tastefully decorated in muted colors of tans and browns. The black furniture shines, and I can’t imagine a piece of dust would last but a split moment on its surface in this household. No piles of clothes, no bottles of cologne or lotions in sight, not a stray sock or visible pair of shoes. The bedroom is as put-together as Kane with a K.
He might be a little shell-shocked if he saw my apartment. But now is not the time to worry about that. No. Right now, he directs me to the center of the room and releases me to circle as he inspects me up and down, like a filet mignon about to be devoured by a vegetarian sneaking a piece of meat.
My voice breaks as I ask, “Do you want me to get undressed?” Because why else would he bring me into his bedroom? For the actual cup of coffee I never received?
“No.” He stops, and his deep voice behind me is like an aphrodisiac. I'm already wet from the blowjob I gave him. I'm already primed and ready for him to fuck me hard and deep and fast.
But he doesn’t seem like the typical man. He appears to want to take his time, not rush. Appreciate the minute details.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmurs. His fingers rake through my long hair; then he suddenly grips a handful and forcefully yanks my head back. He presses his mouth to the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder. Who knew that spot has the power to make me melt.
Maybe it’s not the spot, and it’s the man instead. It's possible that anywhere he places his mouth will make me come undone as he did in the kitchen. Though, I fear I’ll shatter much faster than he did. I don’t have his control… nor am I sure I want it.
His arms cross in front of me as he grips the hem of my sweater and pulls it up slowly. Up over my belly, over my ribcage, over my bra where the backs of his hands brush over my peaked nipples. I close my eyes at the sensation. He moves like molasses, and it's driving me mad. He continues, pulling the soft fabric over my head, my hair spilling around me once it’s free. He leaves my arms in the sweater. I realize why as he slides the sweater down my arms, along my back. He leaves it tangled around my wrists. My hands end up bound behind me too easily. Simply with my sweater. My lips part and a shuddered breath escapes me.
He's hard against my ass, but there are too many layers of clothes between us. I make a noise of impatience, and I hear an answering chuckle.
“Lila, we have all the time in the world.”
No, not true. I have a deadline, and he has somewhere to be. Even though I still have no idea where. He’s a man that belongs somewhere doing something.
Though, maybe he answers to no one but himself.

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter here.


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