Coming Friday 7pm PST J.L. Perry Author of: "Bastard" & "Against all Odds w/excerpt)

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J.L. Perry

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Angel and Chase come from two different worlds. Angel grew up privileged. Her father is CEO of Cavanagh and Associates and her mother owns a successful dance school. Chase on the other hand grew up with a neglectful, manipulating mother, who put her numerous husbands and boyfriends before the welfare of her own son. So much so that when he was twelve, his stepfather at the time, who also happens to be a member of a notorious bikie gang, walked away from his marriage, taking Chase with him.

Angel
      Angel is daddy’s little princess. In his eyes, no one is good enough for his little girl. Due to his overprotectiveness, at the age of twenty-two she’s never had a serious boyfriend. She decides to move away from home to finish school, so she can experience all that life has to offer. That includes men.
      When she meets Chase Daniels, sparks fly. He’s the ultimate womanising bad boy. Even though her common sense says stay away, she can’t seem to control the attraction she feels for him.


Chase
      Chase doesn’t hold women in high regard due to his past. With his good looks and charm though, he has women falling at his feet. Just the way he likes it. He’s a playboy and doesn’t do commitment. Then he meets Angel. She’s not only beautiful, but sweet and innocent. Nothing like the women he’s used to. The feelings he has for her are foreign to him and he doesn’t like it one bit. Despite all this, he’s drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
      Not only do they have their families to contend with, there’s also the secrets from Chase’s past. These secrets have the potential to destroy him, and could tear them apart. The odds are stacked against them, but will they still be able to find happiness together? Or will it be enough to stop the one thing they want more than anything, each other?


I left Chase standing in the front room while I ran and got some towels from down the hall. Both of us were dripping wet. When I came back, I found he wasn’t where I left him. Instead, he was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that adorned the back of the house. I love the view it gives of the ocean. I sit there for hours some days just staring out. If the weather’s nice I sit out on the back deck.
At that moment, the view in front of me was so much better. His back was to me, hands in his pockets. I took a moment to admire his sexy arse, strong back and muscly arms. Mmmm…mmmm.
He must’ve sensed me standing there because he looked over his shoulder. I threw him a towel. “Can I get you a warm drink or something?”
“No, I’m fine thanks.” He turned to face me. He looked at me intently as he rubbed the towel over his wet hair. Shivers run through my body. There’s something about that look. It does funny things to me. I’m not sure why he looked at me like that. It was the same kind of look he gave me the day we met.
“If you want, I can put your clothes in the dryer?” I offered. I was trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen over us. We’re not usually lost for conversation when we’re together, quite the opposite.
“Sure, that would be great,” he answered. The cheeky smile which formed on his face should’ve been enough to warn me what was to come. Before I got a chance to say ‘I’ll grab you a robe’, he started stripping off his clothes. I know I should’ve stopped him, but my mouth wouldn’t work. My eyes couldn’t seem to drag themselves away from the show either. I’d wondered what he would look like shirtless since the first day I saw him.
He grabbed his T-shirt at the back of the neck, pulling it over his head, before dropping it to the floor. Wow! His body was even more heavenly than I’d imagined. So ripped. I was glad I was far enough away that I couldn’t touch him, otherwise I would’ve been tempted to reach out and run my fingers over his delicious abs.
His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats. When he pulled on the drawstring, my eyes moved up to his face. His smile was devious and sexy, all at the same time. Everything in me was screaming ‘stop this before it goes too far’, but I couldn’t. Secretly I wanted it to go somewhere. I’d thought about this a lot since we’d met. My traitorous eyes moved back down to his waist, silently begging him to continue. He didn’t disappoint. Slowly, he undid the tie. Jesus, I needed to look away but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
I wanted to see it all. Touch it all. Taste it all. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Once the tie was undone he hooked his thumbs in the side of the waistband, pulling them down his legs slowly. My eyes followed his every move. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was like I was in some kind of trance.
When he bent at the waist, I got a glimpse of a large tattoo spread across his back. It looked like a skull, with flames coming out of the eye sockets. There were some words written above it, but I couldn’t quite make them out. I wasn’t aware he even had a tattoo. I found it sexy. It suited him.
He let go of his sweats as they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, next to the already discarded towel and shirt.
As my eyes moved back up his sexy muscly legs, I expected to see him standing there in his underwear. Imagine my surprise when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any. I should’ve been concerned that he was now standing in front of me completely naked, but I wasn’t. Not one friggin’ bit.
God, he’s so beautiful. I’d never seen a man naked before. I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually my eyes moved back to his face.
He was smirking now. Of course, he just witnessed me shamelessly checking him out. I got the impression he was waiting for me to freak out. I was waiting for me to freak out, but surprisingly it didn’t happen. Then the smirk on his face disappeared. It was now replaced with a look of desire, of want. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before. It sent tingles coursing through my whole body, desire pooling between my legs.
Then I did something that shocked us both. I pulled my top over my head, dropping it onto the floor beside me. I was left standing in my pink lace bra and running shorts, nothing else. My eyes didn’t leave his once. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. When they pooled around my ankles, I stepped out of them, just like he had.
All I could think was, thank god I’d put matching underwear on this morning. This was the first time any man had seen me like this. His eyes left mine, slowly travelling down my body, before making their way back up. As his eyes travelled over my skin, it sent tingles running down my spine. I heard him groan. When his eyes met mine again, the desire and hunger was still there, but he also looked troubled, a little worried.
“Why did you have to go and do that, sweet-cheeks?” He exhaled heavily. “From the first day I met you I’ve been fighting this. Fuck,” he said as he rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. “You better put some clothes on before I do something we’re both going to regret.” He may regret if something happens. I certainly won’t. Well that’s what I believed in that moment. Mistake number four.
No, instead of being the smart girl I know I am, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. His eyes widened. I moved my hand up to my shoulder, pushing the first strap down. When I did the other side, I let go and it fell to the floor.
He exhaled heavily as his eyes raked over my body again. “I fucking warned you,” he breathed as he took the few steps separating us. “Last chance, sweet-cheeks,” he said as he stopped mere inches from me. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
Deep down, I’d wanted this from the moment I laid eyes on him. I wasn’t about to put a stop to it. I wanted this. More. Than. Anything. We didn’t say a word. Time stood still as we held each other’s gaze. My hands were itching to reach out and touch him.
Finally, I gave in to the temptation and moved my hand up, lightly running my fingers over his ripped abs. He groaned again. That’s all he needed, I guess. Before I knew it I was pushed up against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. His hands moved up to cup my face as he tilted my head back and deepened the kiss. Holy crap, it was one hot kiss. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist to hold myself up, as my knees went weak. This was the kind of kiss that could melt you into a puddle on the floor.
When we finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against mine. “Sweet fucking Jesus, woman,” he breathed. The way he said it made me smile. I knew exactly what he meant. I’d kissed guys before, but never, and I mean never, have I ever been kissed like that.
His hands caress their way down the sides of my body, coming to rest on my arse. He gave it a little squeeze. “My fucking sweet-cheeks,” he whispered as his lips found mine again. I snaked my arms around his neck as our kiss deepened. This time was even hotter than the last, if that was even possible.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned into my mouth as he thrust his pelvis forward. The only thing separating us was my pink lace panties. His erection was pressing against my centre. It felt fantastic. Like nothing I ever felt before.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
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