About The Book:
Title: 
The Fifth Day
The Fifth Day
Author: Kaia Benett
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2014
Purchase: Amazon | Smashwords
Justin Haas and Alyse Mosell have been best friends since they were ten years old, and more than a decade later not much has changed. After a bitter break up with her fiancé, Alyse moves in with Justin to mend her life and her broken heart. But, one night of drinking and harmless flirting soon morphs into a passion that’s been simmering under the surface for years. One of them is willing to take a chance on romance; the other is trying to take their heart and run. And it will take nothing short of a Christmas miracle to keep their friendship – and what could be love – from falling apart around them.
Kirstin's Review:
The Fifth Day by Kaia BennettMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Kirstin's Review:
The Fifth Day by Kaia Bennett 4 out of 5 stars
Alyse and Justin had been best friends since childhood, but one night in a drunken stupor they decide to take things to the next level. That's when Alyse's fear of the future and Justin's past almost ruin everything.
Of course you'll have to read The Fifth Day to see how everything plays out.
I liked the characters and felt like I could relate to them which is impressive in a novella. So, if you are interested in a romance that develops between two best friends, this is definitely the book for you!
Excerpt:
Alyse felt that familiar tingle
between her legs spreading out into her thighs and into her womb. Her
body was starting to flush with heat and she realized distantly that her
hips had curved inward and then backwards. Then again. So slow that
no one would have been able to see, but the crease in Justin’s brow and
his short exhalation of breath told her he felt it.
“You gonna let go of my neck
now, Alyse? Or are you trying to see how babies are made?”
She laughed, recalling the old
joke. He would say that whenever she tickled him, something he hated
but was terribly susceptible to. He would pin her down to stop her, or
warn her she was going to wind up pregnant if she didn’t stop trying
to cop a feel. Even then there had always been that niggling voice in
the back of her mind. What would happen if she didn’t stop? What
would happen if her fingers dropped below his stomach and traced over
the cut of his narrow hips? What if she held onto him tighter instead
of pushing away?
What would happen if she called
his bluff now?
“And if I said ‘yes’? Huh? You
gonna show me what you workin’ wit?”
Justin’s eyebrows raised a full
centimeter in response. A laugh escaped his lips. It wasn’t exactly
nervous laughter, but the tension in his limbs and the tightness in his
lips belied the ease with which he smiled.
“You couldn’t handle all this,
mama,” he said with a wink. “Besides, I gotta get
up early tomorrow, so I can’t spend hours giving you the full Justin
Haas Experience.”
Again that authentic laugh of
hers, throaty and feminine, but deeper than normal somehow. She
laughed with her whole body and it vibrated through his.
“That’s a shame, J. I’m probably
just drunk enough to let you.”
Fuck. He must be really drunk because
he was taking her seriously, or at least his body was. He’d already
out lasted his welcome in this embrace, but he couldn’t make himself
move or laugh her off. He was starting to get hard; a gradual,
tentative erection filling his jeans as if even his dick was wary of
where this was going. But the little fucker had always had a mind of
its own. It was saying, Remember
how many times you fantasized about this? And, Damn, she’s
warm... And, Did you feel that? I think she’s rubbing her pussy
against me, man! All incredibly unhelpful thoughts in this
situation. He needed to get up before he had some explaining to
do, before he really embarrassed himself.
But, it hadn’t been his
imagination. Ever so slightly, so subtly he would have missed it if his
entire body wasn’t crying out for more, she rolled her hips against
his. A pulse of desire went through his cock, spreading like
fire through his limbs. He licked his lips, staring into her eyes for
a long moment. Her smile was playful, but her eyes were dark.
Something more than a joke was moving under the surface of her
innocent drunkenness. Her tongue darted over her lips and his eyes
followed the movement, and then watched her take notice of where his
gaze was directed. Her head tilted slowly to the side, her
eyes watching his face. He wondered what she saw.
She could feel him hardening
against her. His eyes changing to a color she hadn’t seen before.
Deep blue, with only a hint of green around the iris; a blue that was like
drowning in the depths of the ocean. Was this what other girls saw when
he was on top of them like this? Was this what she wanted to see now?
Yes, a tiny voice growled, much
louder than the voice of reason. It’s about time.
That voice in her head made her speak aloud, made her lift her hips, knowing that asking her next question would push her past the boundaries of joking. Moving to a place where Justin could either accept what she was suggesting, or forever close the door on the possibility.
“Do you want to see how much you can get away with, Justin?” She’d only whispered the words, but her fingers echoed her intent when they brushed lightly over the soft hair at the base of his neck. “I’ll let you,” she breathed. “If you want.”
That voice in her head made her speak aloud, made her lift her hips, knowing that asking her next question would push her past the boundaries of joking. Moving to a place where Justin could either accept what she was suggesting, or forever close the door on the possibility.
“Do you want to see how much you can get away with, Justin?” She’d only whispered the words, but her fingers echoed her intent when they brushed lightly over the soft hair at the base of his neck. “I’ll let you,” she breathed. “If you want.”
He swallowed. Let him what? Kiss
her? Fuck her? That was left up to him to figure out, if he were
willing. She was offering. She was lying under him, telling him he could
take what he wanted if he just had the courage. And he would have
an out if he chose; he could blame it on the drinks they’d had, on
her sadness, on his need to get laid. He could write it all off as a
crazy lapse in judgment induced by her eyes and her rolling hips,
instead of years of secret longing.
If only it were that easy to play the fool. He was drunk, but he wasn’t that far gone. He knew when the sun came up he’d feel this, he’d remember this. He’d wanted it for so long, how could he not?
If only it were that easy to play the fool. He was drunk, but he wasn’t that far gone. He knew when the sun came up he’d feel this, he’d remember this. He’d wanted it for so long, how could he not?
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About The Author:
Kaia Bennett is a native of New Jersey, a college graduate and U.S. Army veteran who loves music, movies, astrology, tattoos, martial arts, animals and, of course, the written word. She heard the siren call of the writer as a teenage girl, but took her sweet time answering it until she had lived and loved enough to share her work with the masses.She is an erotic author who loves to write stories with diversity, depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt shamelessly with the taboo. A lover of all genres and a voracious reader, she aims to write stories that are transformative for her characters and readers alike.
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