FINAL SNEAK PEEK-BLINDSIDED BY LOVE

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Tomorrow Monica Walters releases, Blindsided by Love, and we have one final sneak peek left to share with you!

If confidence was a women’s size twenty, then its name would have to be Aspen St. Andrews. The thirty-one-year-old freelance journalist is living life on her own terms, except in one area. Love. She feels somewhat stuck in an engagement to a man that she once loved, until things began to change once they decided to cohabitate. They argue about her career as if it’s a hobby and Aspen is sick of it. As their engagement is on the verge of being dissolved, she decides to take a trip to the little town of Nome, Texas to interview farmers about their livestock that are mysteriously dying. What she doesn’t expect, is to meet a man that threatens to change everything she found attractive in a man. Aspen couldn’t have these sorts of desires for a stranger who was tactless and rude. No matter how pitiful her relationship was, she was still engaged to be married.

Seven Storm Henderson is a man that knows what he wants. Until he finds it, or he stumbles upon it, he chooses to live life to the fullest. Being the youngest of seven children, he’s used to getting his way. He owns a full-service center and mechanic shop and his family pretty much owns the entire town. But what he loves is taking care of the animals in their pastures, especially the cattle. Women are willing to throw themselves at his feet, but he only wants one thing from them. Even with him being rude and nasty to most of them, they still continue to chase the Storm. One day, what he feels is his destiny, drops in his lap, but he soon realizes that she isn’t like most chicks he dealt with. She was all woman.

Storm and Aspen have a rocky start, because Storm can’t seem to speak intelligently enough to woo Aspen. He realizes that she may be too good for him, but that doesn’t stop his pursuit. Will Storm make the necessary changes to have Aspen all to himself or will Aspen make the necessary changes in her life to actually give Storm a chance?

SNEAK PEEK

“Storm, I just want you to know that just because I’m nervous, it doesn’t mean that I will regret being with you. I haven’t slept with another man in over four years. Carlos has been the only one during that time. That’s what my nerves are about. So, quit being this weak ass Storm that don’t know if it wanna make landfall.”

His eyebrows shot up. “What the fuck you said to me? You been around Jasper’s ass too much today. Weak ass storm, huh? So, you want catastrophic damage.”

He reached over and dug in his nightstand. I got on my knees and slurped his shit up. That dick was so beautiful. Not a blemish in sight. It had just the right amount of girth and it was as long as I thought it would be from looking at his dick print. Storm grabbed my hair and pulled me off it. He was holding my hair tightly as he looked at me. While licking his lips, he slowly lowered me back to his dick.

He was so fucking sexy, I’d be his private concubine for the rest of my life. As I began pleasing him with my mouth, he thrusted and damn near made me throw up. I should have let weak ass Storm hang around in the Gulf, because I had a feeling he was gonna have me calling on Jesus in just a minute. I adjusted to his thrusts as the tears fell from my eyes and let him fuck my mouth. The grip he had on my hair, let me know he was in full control and I’d given him that with my slick ass mouth.

I did my best to suck the hell out of it while he thrusted and evidently, I was doing just that because he whispered, “Fuck, Aspen!”

That only propelled me forward, sucking harder, moaning as I did so, like his dick was a delicious ass popsicle that I couldn’t get enough of. Storm was so man, in every sense of the word, but he was gonna give in to me tonight, whether he wanted to or not. His control was crumbling as I wore his dick out with my best work. He’d stopped thrusting as hard and was enjoying what I was doing to him. My hair was free of his grasp, but he now had his palm on the side of my face, his fingers threaded through my hair.

When I looked up at him, his stare was on me and it was one of passion, desire and admiration of my skills. He’d underestimated my sexual prowess. But I was putting him on notice, and he didn’t know how to handle that from me, his lil bougie baby, as he’d called me jokingly in one of our phone conversations. I continued to stare at him, watching him bite his bottom lip. He hadn’t made much sound, but I knew he was fighting it. His facial expressions and body language were saying it all. They were saying, please baby don’t stop and suck the fuck out of your dick.

And my dick it was. Everything in his demeanor was submitting to the power I was stripping from him as I indulged from root to tip. His dick was down my damn throat, but I’d gotten in the right position to be able take almost all of him and he seemed overwhelmed by it all. “Aspen, shit. I’m about to nut.”

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