Oceans Apart 2 by Amanda Heartley

Virtual sex gets a dose of reality when Tristan Armstrong is back in town. …and she’s the only thing on his mind.

He returns to L.A., mixing high-powered business with a lot of pleasure, courtesy of his deliciously curvy girl, Ginny Peterson.

…but what she overhears during a quiet, passionate morning with her British lover, breaks her heart. Has Tristan been double-dipping? Does he really love her or is she just his West Coast fling for when he’s in town? Doubt creeps in for Ginny, as the patriarch of the Armstrong Empire will do anything and everything he can to keep them apart…as if the Atlantic Ocean isn’t wide enough already.

Tristan’s frustration grows as he tries to protect her from the one person he should love and trust, …his father. Mom’s fighting her own demons from the past and when she divulges the truth, it could change Tristan’s life forever.

Is their romance doomed before it starts?

Don’t miss a single minute of the second installment of Amanda Heartley’s panty-melting, new adult erotic romance!

Oceans Apart is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only.

SKU: B00MHU6SJ8 Categories: Contemporary, Romance Tags: Amanda Heartley, contemporary, new adult, women's fiction

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Amanda XOXO

What inspired you to write your book?

It’s loosely based on real life experience and the angst and pain that long-distance lovers go through while they’re apart. With the advent of social media, online relationships have gone through the roof so this should strike a chord with many going through the same thing.

Here is a short sample from the book:

I couldn’t tell where her mouth began and mine ended, I was so intent in making sure our lips stayed together as I removed my clothes. Her hand moved from my hair to my shoulder pushing me back until I was flat on my back, her warmth settling gingerly on top of me.
“I’m not too heavy am I?” she asked sheepishly.
“Not at all, you feel great.” I slid my hand over the curve of her stomach “You’re beautiful when you’re glowing,” I move my fingers up and down her body, lightly tracing my fingertips across her, from her breasts and then back down to her tummy. “You’re perfect, Ginny. Look.”
“Mmmm, look at what?”
“Look at the way your stomach curves into your hips.” I slid my fingers slowly across her stomach and down to her thigh. “Gin?” I asked, lazily
“Yeah?”
“I love your thick creamy thighs.” I squeezed. Maybe too hard. My fingers went back to lightly tracing along her flesh and up to her stomach, “The curves of your belly, the softness of your skin.”
She scoffed. “You are so funny.” My finger slid across her belly button and she jumped “No! Tris! I’m too ticklish.”
I held her tight, feeling sleep about to overcome all my senses. I’d hardly slept at all this past week. Her fingers stroked my neck as she played with my hair. I pulled her next to me, trying to get closer, but there was no closer. I wanted to stay awake and I couldn’t. I wanted to cherish every last minute I had with her, because in just a few hours, I’d have to let go of the most incredible woman I’d ever met in my whole life.
And I didn’t know how the fuck I was supposed to do that.