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Blurb
Josephine Powell is an intelligent
assistant professor of Psychology. She is a woman who knows what she
wants, a man she would be happy giving a grade A to in the bedroom.
Unfortunately, she has yet to meet a man that even comes close. She’s
tired of dealing with men who just don’t try, she needs a man who
can handle her and her needs.
Pierce Carver is a smart man. So, smart
he got out of the slums of Baltimore to go to MIT and make a lot of
money so he never has to visit his old neighborhood ever again. He’s
not interested in making money anymore; he’s interested in only two
things, his charity to help inner city youth and woman. The later he
prefers variety, as in one good lay and then out the door you go.
Women are for sex and nothing more.
Josephine meet Pierce.
Pierce meet Josephine.
Can they handle what each wants and
needs?
Excerpt
“If
you keep that up Pierce we’ll never make it back to your place.”
Confused
I lower her arm and let go.
“My
place?”
She
pushed me away and walks back toward the hall, but turns to look at
me before she disappears.
“Yeah,
your place. I’m hungry though, I hope you have some food. I want to
make sure I have all the energy I need for when you fuck me so long
and hard I forget what decade I’m in and start quoting ‘Wayne’s
World’.”
She
turns and is gone.
It’s
a good thing because I just fell to my knees and slumped over. If
someone was watching they would think I was having a heart attack.
I’m not having the heart attack, my dick is.
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Reaching Her Book Blurb:
Josephine Powell is an intelligent
assistant professor of Psychology. She is a woman who knows what she
wants: a man who can earn a grade "A" in the bedroom, but
is smart enough to earn an "A" in romance as well. After
last night with Pierce Carver she thinks she found her first-ever
A-man, but will he be able to capture her heart in the daytime?
Pierce Carver has, between hard work
and brains, achieved everything he's set his eye on. A serial
entrepreneur, now independently wealthy, his sexual prowess has
always kept women from leaving after the deed was done, much to his
chagrin. Until the night Josephine comes into his life, that is: the
one woman he wanted to stay through the next morning! It’s the
morning after the best sex of his life, when he wakes to find neither
her nor her number, only an enigmatic note. Will he even be able to
find her? If he does, will she even want a man who has no idea how to
woo a woman?
Excerpt
I
brush some wisps of hair that fluttered across her face. Hearing her
sigh I look down at her lips and step a little closer.
“I
adored your presents this week especially the poem. Did you write
that yourself?”
A
slight sting of embarrassment sears up inside and I turn my head
away.
“Yes.
I like to read poetry. It fascinates me how Poe or Wilde or Keating
tell an emotional story by intricately linking certain words
together.”
Turning
my gaze back to her I notice a surprised look on her face.
“Really,
do you write much yourself?”
“No,
that was my first attempt. I always felt it was out of my league. But
you very much inspire me and I felt compelled to write that. In truth
I wrote it Sunday to express what I was feeling at the time and never
meant for you to see it. But, I couldn’t think of what to give you
Friday, so I gathered my nerve and sent it to you.”
“Will
you please kiss me Pierce?”
Those
words, her voice its intensity shone out and my eyes closed of their
own accord. My dreams had whispered those words behind my ears and
she was many things in them but never like this. Never this real,
this soft and oh so rich with desire.
My
eyes flew open to drink her in and I could see the intense heat
mirrored back to me. I reach up cupping her face in my hands before I
brush my lips lightly to hers. She gives off a whimper which sends me
over the edge as my lips overtook hers. They are softer than I
remember with such sweetness I thought I would explode.
Elizabeth Lynx author bio
Grew up in Maryland and lived an
average life. In college I was a theater major, but wasn’t that
good at acting so I left the acting world behind once I graduated. I
did keep up writing my comedy sketches and eventually pursued Improv.
That took me to Chicago where I was in the Second City Conservatory
Program. But, like much of my life and to my husband’s chagrin, I
gave up Improv. I have a tendency to lose interest in things after a
certain period of time, my mom is the same way. So, now I am a
writer, no longer the performer. I make my characters perform for me.
My husband and I and my two little boys have moved back to the
Washington DC area to be closer to family. Every day I take care of
my kids and while they nap or eat or play I write.
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