He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I'm sure I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex god on a stick.
Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the deception runs too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?
Enjoy the ride in the Windy City as Ivy and Jacade's timeless love story unfolds in the Return to Us Trilogy.
"...intense, hot, mouthwatering, scorching, sheet burning, panty melting." -Amazon 5-star review
"Had one of the most erotic moments I have read in a book." -Amazon 5-star review.
I hear a weird creaking noise and the lights flicker. I'm jostled about before the elevator jerks to a halt in mid-flight and the lights go out. My fellow elevator patrons gasp and grumble. Random lights appear as people pull out their cellphones. In the commotion of the crowded elevator, I'm heaved back onto my Italian-shoed stranger even more. I feel strong hands wrap around my hips. I'm so close I can feel his chest rising and falling on my back.ABOUT M.K. Gilher
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
I can't fucking breathe. I can't fucking breathe.
His breath is steady and calm on my neck, almost as if he's enjoying watching me struggle for my self-control. The cat pinning the mouse down by the tail as the mouse struggles to get away.
Should I pull away from him? The Slut Ivy on my right shoulder rolls her eyes and says, Duh, no silly. Stay right where you are. The Feminist Ivy on my left shoulder is scowling at me. Just get your ass to work on time, woman. The truth is I couldn't move an inch even if I wanted to. Which I don't.
Time seems to have stopped. All I know is he's holding me to the heat of his massive male frame. I can't stop the images of this stranger's tongue casually licking its way down my entire body. I haven't even seen this man. But I am a shoe whore, and his shoes were fabulous.
I feel an uncontrollable electrical pull toward him. Synapses are firing between our bodies creating sparks that would light up even the darkest of nights.
He intensifies his hold on my left hipbone, his fingers digging in, while his other hand drifts up my back to my right ear. He softly pulls on the cord to my earbud, and all I can concentrate on is his warm, ragged breath on my neck.
He leans in close to my ear, and I hear a sucking sound. What the hell? I feel a warm sensation as he trails the tip of his wet finger from my shoulder up to my right earlobe.
My breath catches, and a low chuckle vibrates against my skin. Prick. I smile to myself for mentally insulting him. He flexes his fingers and glides his large palm across my cashmere-covered abdomen and presses lightly on my belly. He's trying to help me slow my breathing. Bringing me back to the present… with him.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
He pushes on my abdomen and forces my backside right onto his rock hard erection. Just kill me now. I'm good. I could totally write my obituary after this experience. Dead from feeling Italian-shoed stranger's erection against my ass. What a great way to go.
I've always adored writing and won several poetry contests in high school. I was coasting along in my healthcare career in Chicago, when I had a dream I was resuscitated from near death by a mysterious physician. Jacade's enigmatic character sprouted from that dream. As I wrote, I made sure Ivy's character was laced with qualities of the everyday woman; beauty, intelligence, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. I truly hope you relish your time with Dr. Jordan and Ivy in the Return to Us Trilogy. I know I do every time I’m drawn into their lives.
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