He is Ryan Madewell, a heart stoppingly handsome Harvard grad from one of Manhattan's wealthiest families, who's on his way to heading up his father's media empire.
She is Allee Adair, a beautiful but sassy art school grad from the wrong side of the tracks, who dreams of living in Paris.
Despite their many differences, Ryan and Allee are instantly smitten with each other over a Picasso nude. They share a steamy, passionate love that dares to challenge everything --including Ryan's ruthless father, his revengeful ex-girlfriend, and Allee's dark secrets. Only, it may end too soon.
Here is an erotic love story that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon. It will stay in your heart forever. Love means never having to say goodbye.
NOTE: This standalone novel contains graphic scenes and adult language and is intended for mature readers only.
When I arrived at the Met, it was after nine. Hundreds of people were flocking out of the front doors. I was panting. My eyes searched the crowd in desperation for her. I hoped I wasn’t too late. Finally, after the crowd had thinned, I spotted her. She was wearing a drab gray wool coat and a striped knit hat along with a new pair of eyeglasses that were almost identical to the ones she’d left at my loft. She looked worn-out as she trudged down the steps. Fuck. Maybe something was wrong with her. I mounted the steps two at time, hoping to meet her half way.
“Allee,” I shouted out to her.
Her mouth dropped open when she saw me. She galloped down the steps, attempting to run past me, but I caught her and held her firmly in my arms. She squirmed, trying to break away, but she was no match for my strength. I studied her face. Her eyes were painfully sad and her cheeks were sallow. She had lost weight.
“Get away from me, Madewell,” she begged. There were tears in her eyes.
I didn’t let go of her and, in fact, squeezed her tighter. “Why haven’t you returned my calls?”
“Madewell, please! Let go of me.” Her voice was watery and desperate.
“No, you’re not going anywhere until you answer my question.”
“I don’t belong with you. You’re too good for me.”
“No, baby, you’re too good for me.” I pressed her even tighter against me.
Thunder roared in the night sky.
“Please! I’ve gotta go home and get ready for a massage client.”
Maybe she had just been overworking. Fuck her client. I tugged hard at her ponytail that hung out from under her funky hat. “You’re coming home with me.”
“I can’t.” She blinked back tears. “You don’t understand—”
“Stop it!” I crushed my lips against hers, hushing her, and pulled her down to a sitting position on the step where we were sparring. She couldn’t resist my assault. Her tongue hungrily met mine, and a hot bolt of energy surged through my body.
Lightening flashed, and another loud burst of thunder followed. The sky opened up, and torrential rain fell upon us. But it didn’t stop us. Soaked, our embrace deepened, the warmth of it fending off the icy chill of the pounding drops. I don’t know how long it lasted, but she was the first to pull away. Wet streaks rolled down her cheeks… tears, not the rain.
“Why me, Madewell?” she asked, her voice hoarse and strained.
“Because, Allee Adair, I’m suffocating without you. You’re the air I need to breathe.” Cradling her in my arms, I removed her rain-streaked glasses and brushed away the shimmering rivulets dripping down her face. Just the mere touch of her infused me with light.
She looked deep into my eyes, hers still watering. “Oh, Madewell, I’m so afraid.”
“Afraid of what, baby?” I held her tear-drenched face in my hands.
Her lips quivered. “That I’ll hurt you.”
That wasn’t possible, I thought as I swept her into my arms and carried her down the rain-soaked steps, my lips never leaving hers.
I carried her straight into my bathroom steam room. She was shivering wet. I set her down and rapidly peeled off her drenched layers of clothing. I removed mine just as fast. She let me wrap my arms around her naked body and hold her close to me as a cloud of steam warmed us. Tears were still streaming down her beautiful face, mingling with steamy mist. I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed her deeply and passionately. With my lips still covering hers, I lifted her up off the water-coated tiled floor.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I breathed into her ear.
She did as I asked, twisting her long limbs around my waist like a pretzel. I carried her to the edge of the steamy room and pressed her against the dripping wet back wall, just high enough so that my cock could shoot easily into her glorious pussy. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Baby, I’ve missed you so much.” I studied her angelic face, made dreamy in the steamy haze. My lips latched onto to hers and pressed into another deep, tongue-driven kiss. Her velvety breasts skimmed my chest. I groaned as my length grew between my legs.
Her bestselling series include Unforgettable, THAT MAN, Gloria’s Secret, Seduced by the Park Avenue Millionaire and critically acclaimed Undying Love. Writing under another pen name, she is also the author of the bestselling fantasy romance series, Dewitched: The Untold Story of the Evil Queen.
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