Blurb
I’ve lost everything …
And I mean everything. Once a household name, now just a broken shell. Lily has left me and taken my entire future with her. I just want to sleep and never wake up. Forget love, forget passion. All of it. I’m done.
My Name is Alexander Phoenix, former Olympic gymnast. I was once known as the X-Wing, as the man who flies. Make that flew…
Can I salvage my future and reclaim my place as the man I used to be? Or does fate have something else in store? Haunted by ghosts of the past, I must find the strength to move on and find my path. Broken hearts still beat, right?
I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
And I mean everything. Once a household name, now just a broken shell. Lily has left me and taken my entire future with her. I just want to sleep and never wake up. Forget love, forget passion. All of it. I’m done.
My Name is Alexander Phoenix, former Olympic gymnast. I was once known as the X-Wing, as the man who flies. Make that flew…
Can I salvage my future and reclaim my place as the man I used to be? Or does fate have something else in store? Haunted by ghosts of the past, I must find the strength to move on and find my path. Broken hearts still beat, right?
I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
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Excerpt
“You’re so tense, Xander. So tightly
wound.” Before I knew what was happening, her hand was on the back of my neck.
She rubbed and massaged the base of my neck and the back of my head. I leaned
forward, placing my elbows on the table and my face in my hands. Her fingers
were tantalizingly cool, and I moaned in spite of myself. I was tense, and her
hand on me felt so good. Too good. Her touch meant too much, and I found it
harder and harder to remind myself that we could never be more than friends.
This wouldn’t do.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmured.
She needed to stop. I liked it far too much. My cock had instantly hardened in
response to her touch. I was so turned on, yet knew it was wrong. I considered
escaping to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and get a grip, but I
knew if I stood, or even leaned back, she’d see my obvious erection. I was held
captive here at the table. No escape from her touch.
“I like doing it, though. You seem to be
enjoying it, too.”
“What?” I glanced at her, but her
expression seemed innocent enough. Almost playful.
“You’re moaning, silly.”
“You have magic hands.” Did she ever. She occasionally
scratched at my scalp with her nails. It was so erotic, so sensual. I wanted
her to continue forever, while needing her to stop. My cock strained against my
pants, so I didn’t dare move. I wished she’d massage that.
About the Author
David S. Scott is a new author of erotica and erotic romance novels. After finishing his debut novels, Deep In You and its sequel Deeper In You, he is moving on to several other projects, including an erotic paranormal tentatively titled Obsidian Angel. He is in his mid-thirties and happily married, and has a bit of a wicked sense of humor. When not writing, David can be found reading a variety of genres or playing “nerd games” like Dungeons and Dragons with his friends. David loves interacting with people and meeting new friends, so please be sure to follow him on his author page:
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