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About the author:
Carla has always been a fan of romance novels. To augment what she made waiting on tables to help her way through college, Carla also did some freelance work in the romance genre. Now she enjoys living vicariously through her characters in her New Adult Romance books.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write this book for all those who identify with emotions like grief, anger or pain and who enjoy the romantic stories that also have elements of sexuality. Jacqui is continuing her romantic journey and encounters Adam for whom she has mixed emotions and a strong sexual attraction at the same time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jacqui Schneider gazed at her naked reflection in the mirror and liked what she saw. She had always been curvaceous since her breasts started to form when she was sixteen years old. She got that from her mom. But unlike her mom, whose modest virtues bordered on obsessive, Jacqui loved to flaunt her sexiness even as a teenage girl.
But since hooking up with Uncle Max at The Agency, the daily rigors of the exercise routines the old man made her go through every day certainly managed to give her muscles the tone that wasn’t there before. Her shoulders seemed broader, giving the illusion of a smaller waistline that curved down to her hips. Her round ass was perky as she gave it a playful smack. Her toned arms and legs gave her body the overall impression of a well-oiled machine. Sweating profusely after a five mile run, her sunburned milky-white skin had a pinkish tinge.
After her first assignment went better than expected, Jacqui gained a certain confidence that she never felt before. The next three captures were just as successful. Everything was going well for her. The changes she saw in her body were merely icing on the cake. Every successful capture meant more money in her pocket. It would never replace the loneliness she felt in being alone without mom, dad, and Danny, but it was a good start. Jacqui mulled over in her mind how to spend some of it. Travel, perhaps? But that decision was a long way off from today.
The thought that she would never have to worry about money in the future gave her a sense of security she lost when her whole family was murdered. The easy fifty thousand dollars that she earned from four bounty works had been deposited in the bank, together with the money her dad left her.
“Not bad…” Jacqui whispered in approval over her finances as well as the reflection staring back at her.
Picking up the heap of dirty clothes from the floor and grabbing a robe along the way, Jacqui entered the bathroom of her new apartment. Uncle Max helped her settle into her new digs. He insisted that Jacqui come down to the headquarters every day and keep up with her training. So Jacqui opted for a modest townhouse in a quiet neighborhood five miles away. It was a two bedroom affair, furnished, thus sparing her the tedious task of shopping for her own furniture. The living room and kitchen were roomy enough to keep her comfortable during the times she was home.
The only indulgence she added was a shower stall with overhead rainfall shower, a handheld shower hose and 6 body jets. Plus the whirlpool bathtub that Uncle Max declared was a waste of good money. Jacqui insisted that taking long showers was an indulgence and won the argument. This was where she retreated after grueling days of tracking her prey, oftentimes foregoing the luxury of a plain shower when she was on the road. Jacqui adjusted the knobs of the whirlpool and watched as the water churned gently against the edges of the tub. She lit a few incense candles and poured lavender bath oil into the water.
She stepped gingerly into the warm water and slithered her whole body against the tub. She closed her eyes and sighed in bliss, basking in the floating sensation, making her feel weightless. She allowed her mind to roam, setting free all thoughts and stresses that accompanied her job. But it was also during times like these that thoughts she had buried deep in the recesses of her psyche often crept out of their screened-off area where she had buried them.
She hadn’t seen or heard from him since that day she made her first successful bounty. The revelry that accompanied her return wasn’t enough to cover up the intense disappointment she felt when she was told he left with Sarah. She cried herself to sleep that night, after admitting to herself the true status of her heart. She had fallen in love with him… fallen in love with a man who belonged to someone else.
Often, she cursed the day they met. Cursed the seduction he laid out for her. She blamed herself for trying to defeat him in his own game which ended with them having sex on the boxing ring floor. His intoxicating scent, the smell of his breath, the steely feel of his arms around her waist, the powerful thrusts as he entered her astride on his hips.
Jacqui crossed her arms around herself longing for Adam’s lean arms. Then she uncrossed them to caress the skin of her throat, shoulders, and belly. They felt velvety and smooth to the touch. Unwittingly, her hands moved to her breasts as she lay immersed in the warm frothy water. She cupped both and let the thumbs and forefingers of each hand play with her nipples. She felt them harden under her ministrations as twinges of sexual pleasure traveled down her groin.
Jacqui enjoyed the feeling of her fingers as they slowly moved down to her cunt. Using two fingers, she opened the lips of her labia and let her clit pop out. The whirlpool massaged her clit gently. It felt really good. She rubbed her exposed nub and added pressure with her finger. Her back arched as a spike of pleasure signaled her arousal. Jacqui raised herself up from the tub and sat down against the rim. She opened her legs wide as she straddled two sides of the tub. She knew what she wanted, what she needed badly.
She picked up a bottle of lube and applied some on her fingers. Then she positioned her fingers against her vagina and rubbed her clit gently. The heat started to build within her open legs. As the heat mounted inside her, Jacqui added more and more pressure on her clit until it felt on fire. She knew her orgasm was near. She imagined Adam’s lips as they flicked repeatedly on her clit when he had her prone on the mat. As the intense heat flaring between her legs became too much to bear, she gave in to a powerful orgasm, uttering Adam’s name over and over again.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, Jacqui entered the gate of The Agency complex. She wanted to practice on the punching bags. Jerking off today left her feeling lethargic. Instead of diminishing the longing for Adam which she had buried deep inside, it left her with the feeling of wanting more.
“A few rounds on the mat may do me some good,” Jacqui thought to herself.
She dressed up in black compression short shorts which only served to draw attention to her booty. A white razor back t-shirt that ended just above her navel completed her training outfit. Uncle Max saw her arrive in her car and called out to her.
“I have something for you…come inside, Jac,” Uncle Max said leaving the door open.
He hands her a parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with a twine. Jacqui eagerly tore open the package and squealed in joy. Inside was a pink and gray Walter PPK handgun. It was slim and at 6 inches long, fitted perfectly in the palm of her hand.
“Oh, Uncle Max, thank you…it’s…it’s perfect,” Jacqui declared as she gave the old man a hug.
“Eli and I were discussing the best weapon for you and we both agreed this is it,” Uncle Max said, obviously happy they made the right choice for her.
And then as an afterthought, the old man declared, “You’re a good shot Jac, just like your dad. Keep up your practice with Eli. Learn the characteristics of your gun until it becomes an extension of your hand.”
“Yes… yes… I will…” an elated Jacqui replied before dropping the gun into her purse.
“Ready to kick some ass?” Uncle Max asked, eying her tight shorts and even tighter tees.
“Nah…just the punch bags for now…” Jacqui replied with a wink
“Well…I’m glad coz I don’t think anyone will win against you in that outfit…” Uncle Max retorted with laughter in his voice.
The gym was quiet. Nobody was around today using the ring or flexing muscles on the punch bag. This suited Jacqui just fine. She was in no mood for company. She started with five hundred jump ropes to break out a sweat before donning the gloves and approaching the bag hanging from the ceiling. With light punches, she danced around the bag to improve her footwork. Then she moved on to combination punches. She focused her concentration on her fists just like Adam taught her.
“It’s not about strength, but how you use your fists to deploy the power of your punch… ” she remembered him saying.
With every punch the hapless bag took, Jacqui felt she was pounding her unrequited feelings back into the compartment inside her heart where she had reserved a special lock and key for it. She only slowed down when the darkened hall was suddenly illuminated by sunbeams streaming from the doorway as someone entered the room.
Curious to see who the newcomer was, Jacqui stopped momentarily to greet the new arrival. The sun was shining directly into the open doorway. The silhouette was shrouded in the glow coming from the sun overhead. It took Jacqui’s eyes a few seconds to adjust from the darkened interiors as she eyed the shimmering form bathed in sunshine. When the newcomer closed the door behind, Jacqui gave a gasp of surprise.
The figure was shirtless, as usual. The denim jeans hung carelessly below the hips, emphasizing the flat stomach and the six pack abs. The hair hanging just above the shoulders still needed a haircut. It had a reddish tint over the burnished brown color that it used to be. The smile still held the same combination of a mock and a naughty grin.
The figure was unmistakable. It was Adam.