Author: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Contemporary New Adult
Release Date: September 9, 2014
Life in Sugartown hasn’t always been easy, not for an ex-con like Elijah, and certainly not for Ana, who grew up desperate for a way out.
Meeting Elijah changed all that; Elijah changed a lot of things.
You’d think that after three years together and the worst behind them that life would be a walk in the park, but Sugartown’s sexiest couple may be about to face their biggest obstacles yet. Between failed marriage proposals, a trampy ex-lover and a tempting new biker, Sugartown is suddenly not so sweet.
They’re head-over-heels in love. It should be simple—but it rarely is.
Will they make it down the aisle to the happy ever after they deserve? Or are some relationships just destined to fail?
Intended for an 18+ audience. Contains explicit sex, violence, a crap-tonne of profanity, and naked encounters with disastrous outcomes.
I come up onto my knees and yank my shirt over my head, then I go to work on my belt and jeans, allowing them fall down around my ankles. My belt hits the floor with a thud, and I kick off the scratchy, oil stained denim. “Take your clothes off.”
“You don’t think maybe we should talk some more about this?”
“Ana, baby girl, take your fucking clothes off before I rip them from your hot little body.”
She raises her hands in a warding gesture. “Okay, okay, taking them off.”
“You’re taking too long,” I growl, and pounce on the bed. I don't hear what she says next because I'm too busy burying my face in her tits and inhaling. She smells like she always does, a mix of vanilla and baked goods, only now she smells like my favourite whiskey, too. Ana arches her body towards me, and there's a mixture of both fear and excitement in her gaze as it meets mine. She's not wearing a bra, so her full, beautiful tits are in my hands the second I lean up and free her body from her singlet. I close my mouth over one nipple, gently biting down on the pink flesh. She moans.
“I should make you mad more often.”
“No, you really shouldn't.”
“I don’t know. The make-up sex is always a little more intense.”
“You want intense, baby girl?”
She nods, and gives me a devilish smile as she strips off her underwear.
“Close your eyes,” I command. She does as I ask, and I pull the top sheet out from underneath her, tearing the edge with my teeth and ripping through the soft cotton. Ana’s eyes spring open and she leans up on her elbows. She’s horrified.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yells. “Those are two thousand thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets.”
“Do I look like I give a flying fuck about your bed sheets? Close your eyes, and lie back on the bed. I’m not going to ask you again.”
Elijah rolls on top of me, cradling my head between his hands, his forearms pushing into the mattress. He kisses the tracks the tears make down my face. “I love you. I don’t deserve you, I never have, especially not now.”
“Don’t say that—” I interrupt, but he quietens me with the press of his lips against mine.
“I tried, baby girl. I tried to lock it all up tight, to push it down and hide it, but I can’t. I wanna be the man you deserve, but I’m not him. I’m broken. Toxic. I’ll always be shit, and there’s nothing I can do to change that.”
“Hey …” Elijah bows his head, and I place my hands on either side of his face and force his gaze up to meet mine. “You are none of those things. You’re good. You have the biggest heart out of anyone I know, and you love with every part of it. Sammy is a different kid because of you. Dad is different, Holly, Jack … I’m different. Yes, we’ve been dragged through a lot of shit, and some of that has been your fault, but you’re the one who pulls us safely through the other side. You’re the one who takes the darkness away, not the one who creates it.”
He laughs, but there is no humour in it.
“Ask me again,” I whisper, pressing light kisses to his neck.
“No.” Elijah shakes his head. “Not now.”
“Fine, then I’ll ask you.”
“Hurry up, baby girl. Or I’m gonna start counting, and when I get to one, if you’re not completely naked, soaking wet and spread before me on the couch, I’m going to ruin another one of your pretty lingerie sets.”
One perfect blonde brow arches in challenge. Ana’s arms drop from the clasp of her bra, and she slowly peels the lace away. It falls to the floor with a whisper. I clench my jaw and inhale sharply through my nose. “Five ... four ...”
She stands defiantly before me, wearing just a pair of lacy knickers, unhurried. I take a step towards her. “Three ... two ...”
I don’t even make it to one before she launches herself at me. Maybe we both lunge at each other. Who the fuck cares? All I know is Ana’s in my arms, thighs wrapped around my hips, her wet, lace-covered pussy pressed against my hard stomach, and our mouths are devouring one another.
I need a drink. I need an antihistamine, but I don’t have time to go rooting around in the cupboard for that shit because Ana’s going to be home any second, and I have orgasms to deliver and a question to pop. I pull the champagne from the ice bucket and pour myself a glass, downing it in one go. I scratch, but the itch just spreads. It’s everywhere. My entire body is breaking out in this fucked up rash and … Jesus Christ, it’s like an inferno in here.
I haul my arse over to the window, throwing it wide and gulping in deep, heavy breaths of cold winter air. That’s when I hear the van’s door slam. I jack-knife from the window and hurry back to the table. I can’t stop scratching. I swear my skin is crawling with fire ants.
“Honey, I’m home,” a voice sing songs from the hall.
Fuck. That’s not Ana.
Before I have time to cover my junk, Jack and Kick are standing in my lounge room. A heartbeat passes, one in which we all just stare at each other like fuckwads, and then the laughter starts. I close my eyes, and squeeze my hands into fists to keep from ball-punching the both of them.
Kick leans towards Jack and whispers, “I think we’ll call him Jeeves.”
“Dude, when I said you could borrow my table I’d kinda pictured you doing something bad arse and kinky with it. Now I just wanna take it back.” Jack walks forward, and brushes his hands lovingly over the leather. “Don’t worry, baby, Daddy’s gonna take you home and put you to good use.”
“Don’t fucking touch it. I went through three cans of disinfectant to get that thing clean. I don’t want your herpes contaminating it again.”
“Herpes? Fuck you, cunt-burger. I’m definitely taking my table back now.”
“Speaking of herpes, what the hell is going on with your skin?” Kick says, eyeing me from head to toe. “It looks like you fucked a leper and your limbs are gonna start falling off.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.
She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.
While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though.
If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.
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