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About the author:
My name is Monique Orgeron, I am a sexy voluptuous woman "LOL" who loves to write steamy romance. I love writing about my sexy, hot alpha book boyfriends but don't worry ladies you will not find any weak ass women in my books. I have two daughters who would absolutely kill me if I did. I write contemporary/suspense romance. My books will make you cry, laugh at times, and make you yell, "Oh shit, I didn't see that coming!" or they will make you scream, "What the hell!" You will even sometimes find yourself wanting to throw your Kindle out the window but by the end of them you will love me!! Or at least that's the goal!!
After being a stay at home mom for 22 years I decided it was my turn to do something for myself. I hope my books will bring you as much pleasure reading them as they do for me writing them.
What inspired you to write your book?
Actually, I had an Idea of a woman who not only runs her family but runs the state. She is strong and overbearing. You will love to hate her and hate to love her. But, she will make you feel. Each prologue is written from her POV and you will find as you read more of the series her life has been written in the pages of her sons' lives. I was tired of women always being the damsel in distress. My women might have suffered in a way that all women in real life do but in the end, they find their own voice. They realize they don't need a man to save them, they just need them to love them for who they are.
Here is a short sample from the book:
When I get to her bedroom I hear water running. I realize she’s in the shower, so I take a seat on the chair and wait for her to come out. The water turns off, and after a while I watch as the door opens and Fallon walks out, noticing me sitting there. She’s so beautiful; she has her hair in another messy top knot, with a few strands dangling down her neck, wet from the shower. She is wearing a see-through tank top and a lace thong. Beautiful.
“Where have you been?” The tone of my voice should be a warning to her.
“On a date, with Miles.”
I don’t move from my spot as I ask, “Where the fuck did he bring you, and what the hell did you do?”
“That is none of your business, Gabriel. Nothing I do is your business. You made that very clear.”
I rush over to her and pull her over my legs while I sit on the bed and smack her ass. She screams out, but that won’t stop me.
“When I ask you a question, I want an answer, Fallon.”
“Gabriel, you have no right to ask me anything.”
She finally wiggles out from under me and hurries to her closet. I follow her inside as she twists her body to look in the mirror at her now bright red ass.
“You have no right, Gabriel! No right to touch me like that!”
Gritting my teeth “Did you let that boy touch you, Fallon?”
She turns around and starts hitting me in the chest, pushing me into the opposite wall from the full-length mirror. Once I hit the wall, I roughly grab her and turn her around, facing the mirror I then cross her arms over her chest and lower my head to her neck.
“Did you let him touch you?”
She doesn’t answer me; she just watches us from the mirror.
“Did he, Fallon? Did he touch what’s mine?”
I release my strong hold on her arms, and she is now melding into me. I start to caress her stomach under the tank top.
I kiss her neck and whisper, “Tell me, Fallon, did he put his mouth on you? Did he kiss you?”
I hear her start to breathe heavier. She’s turned on, and she leans back into me, still watching us.
“Did he try to touch your breasts?”
I slowly glide my hands from her stomach up to her breasts. Her tank top is so sheer, I can see the color of her areolas and her nipples hardening, peeking through. She looks so hot…I‘ve never seen a sexier woman. I grab her nipple and pinch, then start gently caressing them, all while I am sucking on her neck. She starts to moan. That’s my undoing. I need more. I need to feel more and make sure she knows she’s mine. I push her tank up over her breast and continue to caress them. I look up into the mirror, and lock eyes with her.
“See these breasts, Fallon? They belong to me. Only my hands will ever touch them.”
Her eyes close briefly before opening again, with so much desire in them. This innocent girl has no idea what her body is capable of, but I’m going to give her a taste of it tonight. I hold one breast and slide my other hand under her lace panties. Her head falls back onto my chest. She’s such a beautiful sight in the mirror, innocently raw and waiting to be devoured. I start to rub her clit.
“Right here, Fallon…your clit…did he try to touch it? You know it belongs to me. I’m the only man ever to feel how plump it gets. Do you understand?”
Moaning she responds, “Yours.”
“That’s right, Fallon…mine.”
I reach my other hand down and rip her pretty little thongs right off her. I need to see all of her; I need full access. I slide one of my hands down to her thigh and slightly push outwards.
“Open, Fallon…I want to see what’s mine.”
She listens and spreads her legs just a little, just enough to look hot as hell in the mirror. She’s waxed completely bare, leaving me with a full view of her glistening pussy, so wet with want. I know she can feel my erection, so I push against her just enough to let her know how turned on I am. I go back to fondling her breast with one hand, while the other keeps on manipulating her clit. Once I have her dripping with need, I go further down and sink a finger into her.
My voice is so husky with need.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself wrapped around my finger, smothering it like a vice?”
Once I’m able to slide my finger in and out of her without any resistance, I slide in another finger starting an in and out motion. I take my thumb and rub her clit, going faster still.
“That’s it, baby…rock against me…I want you to feel good. This pussy belongs to me. I will be the only man to be able to feel it, the only one to feel it’s warmth. Shit, you're so wet, baby…ride my fingers. I will be the only man to taste your pussy, and I will be the only man to make you cum. Tell me, Fallon, who do you belong to? Tell me.”
Breathy, she moans out, “You, Gabriel…only you…I belong to you.”
“You’re fucking right…you do…you belong to me. Now give it to me, Fallon. I want you to cum, cum for me. Let me hear that sweet mouth of yours moan for me.”
She’s panting so hard I bite into her neck and pinch her nipple, which sets her off. It’s a beautiful sight. I will remember the way she looks for the rest of my life. As she convulses in my arms, I grab her face, forcing her eyes back on mine in the mirror.
I ask one more time, “Did he?”
I slowly release her, letting her relaxed body slide down mine to the ground. I look at her one more time through the mirror. I step over her adjusting myself, then adjusting my suit. I step to her closet island, reach into my pocket, and pull out a black jewelry box. I set it down, then walk out. I leave her there on the floor. I could have fucked her, but I chose not to. Not until she becomes my wife.