About The Book:
Title: Ricochet
Author: Lore Ree
Genre: Erotic Romance/Erotica, Novella
Release Date: July 12, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Purchase: Amazon US | UK | Kobo | Smashwords
“The Rebound Effect” states that in order to get over your ex, you have to get under someone else. At least, that’s what Miles Bedford’s best friend keeps telling him.
So when he’s suddenly ricocheted back into the single life, Miles has one thing in mind. The plan is simple, and his intentions are clear. He’s not looking for love. But sometimes all it takes is one person, and one weekend, to change everything.
Excerpt:
She responded instantly, rocking against my hands. I smiled, loving how fucking wet she was. It took everything in me not to whip my dick out and fuck her right there.
She fisted my collar, muffling her cries and whimpers into the crook of my neck.
Nearby, a car alarm went off. She tensed but I let out a strained laugh. “We’re always getting interrupted.” I pulled my fingers out of her, stuck them in my mouth, and held in my whimper. She tasted so good. She did whimper, though. Probably because I didn’t get to finish what I started.
“We can pick this up later,” I said.
- We were quiet as we got on I-95, but it wasn’t like earlier in the day when the silence made me want to jump out of my skin. When we passed the exit that would lead us to her loft, Noelle shoulders relaxed, and her lips curled up in a soft smile. I took that to mean she knew I was going to my house
, but to be sure, I asked, “We’re going to my place. Is that cool?”
“Definitely.”
And we were quiet again because I realized what I’d said. We were going to my house.
The silence and my thoughts about what bringing Noelle home symbolized lasted our whole ride, only ending when we got inside my place and I offered her something to drink.
I leaned against the counter and rested my head against the cabinet above. My heart slammed in my chest. This was momentous. The importance of having Noelle in my house—in my kitchen—drinking from glasses I bought after my ex left me and took all her things, along with some of my confidence with her.
I felt good—happy despite my nerves. In one night Noelle threw me and my plans off kilter. The guys were right; she had me by the balls. My only desire was to get out of my head and enjoy every minute of our limited time together.
I opened my eyes and found her watching me over the top of the glass. A small smile played on her juicy lips, and she had that look that let me know she knew what she did to me.
She fisted my collar, muffling her cries and whimpers into the crook of my neck.
Nearby, a car alarm went off. She tensed but I let out a strained laugh. “We’re always getting interrupted.” I pulled my fingers out of her, stuck them in my mouth, and held in my whimper. She tasted so good. She did whimper, though. Probably because I didn’t get to finish what I started.
“We can pick this up later,” I said.
- We were quiet as we got on I-95, but it wasn’t like earlier in the day when the silence made me want to jump out of my skin. When we passed the exit that would lead us to her loft, Noelle shoulders relaxed, and her lips curled up in a soft smile. I took that to mean she knew I was going to my house
, but to be sure, I asked, “We’re going to my place. Is that cool?”
“Definitely.”
And we were quiet again because I realized what I’d said. We were going to my house.
The silence and my thoughts about what bringing Noelle home symbolized lasted our whole ride, only ending when we got inside my place and I offered her something to drink.
I leaned against the counter and rested my head against the cabinet above. My heart slammed in my chest. This was momentous. The importance of having Noelle in my house—in my kitchen—drinking from glasses I bought after my ex left me and took all her things, along with some of my confidence with her.
I felt good—happy despite my nerves. In one night Noelle threw me and my plans off kilter. The guys were right; she had me by the balls. My only desire was to get out of my head and enjoy every minute of our limited time together.
I opened my eyes and found her watching me over the top of the glass. A small smile played on her juicy lips, and she had that look that let me know she knew what she did to me.
About The Author:
I began exploring my love for writing as a child, when I started penning original poetry.
However, it wasn’t until early 2012 that I picked up a pen—or my phone, if you want to get technical—to write my first full length story, inspired by a close friend’s evolving relationship with her best friend.
That rush of completing the story, posting it online, and interacting with readers and fellow writers opened up the floodgates, and I haven’t looked back since. I write romance targeted to a more mature audience of readers. My stories fall under the categories of Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Erotica.
When asked why I choose these genres, my answer is simple: I like reading things that are on the sexier side. So that’s what I try to write, too.
At the end of the day, I guess you can say I’m a daydreamer and a word mixologist hoping to serve my readers up stories they can enjoy.
Born in New York, raised in Florida, and matured in Massachusetts, I consider myself a bit of an East Coast baby without limitations on a specific region. At the moment, however, I reside in Florida with my family.
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