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Title: Now Leaving Sugartown
Series: Sugartown #4
Author: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2015
SYNOPSIS
Pepper
Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her less-than-stellar
parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her existence, to say this
little firecracker is a handful would be the understatement of the century.
Sammy
Belle spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her
sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have.
They were never meant to be
together.
They gave in anyway.
And
just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran.
Now
twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too
many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten
up as her heart.
Sugartown’s
most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads
until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his
patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and
Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets.
Can
this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole
thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity?
One
thing is for certain:
He’s crazy about her.
She’s just crazy.
Warning: Intended for an 18+
audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so hot
you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl.
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EXCERPTS
Excerpt #1
I stare at Sammy for entirely
too long. He absentmindedly brushes a hand over his mouth, an attempt to remove
crumbs that aren’t there. Because why the hell else would I be staring at him
as if I wanted to give birth to his giant Viking children?
“What?”
“You’re a lollipop man and you
work in a nursing home?”
“Yeah,” he mutters around a
mouth full of bread.
“You’re like Mother fucking
Teresa.”
“Don’t start. Jake gives me
enough shit over this stuff.”
Jake lets out a chuckle that has
me impaling him with a single look. “You haven’t even heard the best part yet.”
“There’s more? What, did he
create the fucking universe?”
“Sam’s a volunteer firefighter.”
OH. MY. EXPLODING. OVARIES.
I think
I just came a little.
“Was a volunteer firefighter. Now they pay me for it. And I don’t
think you can claim sainthood from an occupation.”
“Dude. See that? That
glazed-over look in her eyes right there? This is why you need to be telling
bitches that shit when we go out to pick up. Look at her; right now she’s
imagining sliding down your fireman’s pole. I’m telling ya, you gotta use that
shit, man. It’s fucking gravy, baby.” He laughs again, and then says, “Or baby
gravy, depending on which way you look at it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Sammy says.
Something occurs to me just
then. Sam is a fireman. Okay just for a second, put aside the fact that you’re
imagining those rock-hard abs all greased up and covered in soot, and ash, and
splashed all over the month of January, and think about this. Sam is a fireman.
Fireman S—
“Holy shit!” I exclaim, so loud
that every pair of eyes at the table turns to look at me. “You’re fireman Sam!
We used to watch that show?” I implore, and then, because I don’t feel I’ve
made enough of an arse of myself I sing the theme song, finishing with a
pointed, “You are the hero next door!”
Jake’s loud guffaw fills the
room. “Fireman Sam. Dude, that’s fucking gold!” He shoves his hand in my face
for a high five, but I flip him off and leave him hanging, turning my attention
back to Sammy.
“So let me get this straight—you
help tiny humans safely across the road, you feed little old ladies their
mashed peas and tuck them into bed, and you rescue kitties from the evil
clutches of very high tree limbs.”
“I love that you can completely
emasculate me and my chosen occupations in a single sentence.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just wondering
when you got so … so … good? You grew up, and became a regular … person. Who
helps people.” My features twist in mock disgust. “I don’t know if I’ll ever
look at you the same way again.”
Excerpt
#2:
“I didn’t ask you to protect my
virtue, Sam,” I snap back, and then I find myself forced up against the wall,
in much the same way Luke was, only Sam’s fingers are digging into the tops of
my arms and his face is just inches from mine. Close enough to feel his warm
breath on my face. Close enough to kiss, if only I could find the courage to
lean in.
“You should be begging me to
protect your virtue, Little,” Sam whispers. His words make my head spin. His
scent makes me want to push him back on my bed and rub myself all over him like
a cat in heat.
My entire body breaks out in
goose bumps. Sam lets me go, but he pens me in against the wall with an arm
either side of my head. He runs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck.
I close my eyes, wanting, wishing with every cell in my body that he would just
press his lips to my skin. That he would take me in his arms and lay me out on
the bed that Luke and I had just mussed with our heavy petting. That he would
possess my body the way that he possesses my every thought.
His breath washes over the
sensitive flesh below my ear. I hold mine until it hurts. And then Sam’s lips
press a warm, wet kiss against my neck. His tongue darts out to taste my skin
and the ache between my legs turns to agony. With a grunt, Sam wedges his leg
between my thighs. I let out a startled cry. His lips trail my neck, my jaw,
and then finally he takes my mouth with his in a searing, hot kiss.
I must be losing my ever-loving
mind. I’m delusional. I’ve gone completely insane. This isn’t at all like
kissing Luke. I don’t feel numb. I feel alive. I feel as though our bodies were
spiralling in opposite directions, and now? Now, they’re moving as one, they’re
connected, they’re … right.
I rock my pelvis against him.
His knee thrusts into the hollow between my legs, pulling an involuntary moan
from my mouth, and then Sam pulls away. He skitters back, as if I’m the one who
attacked him, and he rakes his hands through his hair. “Fuck!”
Once again I’m stunned into
silence as I watch his livid expression and powerful body fill up my room with
his fury. “That can never happen again.”
“Sam—”
“Don’t.”
Excerpt #3:
I squirt a little lotion from
the bottle—Pepper’s expensive stuff that smells like cupcake batter—and run my
hand over the head of my cock, and down the rigid length as I think about her
in that dress. Then I think about tearing off that dress and covering her
tattoos with my mouth as I take her on the bathroom sink. I slide my cock in
and out of my grip, imagining it’s her perfect, wet pussy. Pinching my nipple
hard, I imagine her teeth clamped down over the sensitive flesh.
I groan. My muscles tense, my
balls shrink up close to my body, and then my orgasm rips through me at the
same time as the bathroom door is flung wide. Pepper hobbles into the room, her
hands clutching the hem of her dress. I turn in an effort to hide the evidence
from her, but my cock is still spilling seed. Come hits the fan and flies off
in all directions as I grind out the last of my orgasm, and a final drop of
semen spills from my cock.
Fuck.
I don’t even have time to bathe
in the afterglow because Pepper is sending me death glares in the mirror and
her mouth is twisted into a sneer. “YOU. GOT. COME. IN. MY. HAIR.”
I practically bust a nut
laughing. Loud, unruly guffaws that are so incredibly inappropriate right now
that I’m afraid she might actually hurt me.
“You got come in my hair!” she
screams again.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, still
howling with laughter.
“You got come in my hair ten
minutes before my mother’s wedding.”
Excerpt #4:
“What are you doing?” Pepper
protests, but the words she feeds me are breathy and hot as hell.
“You hate Jake,” I challenge in a whisper.
“I can’t have sex with someone I
hate?”
“Do you hate me, Pepper?” I ask,
rolling her rosy nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinching hard.
“Yes,” she moans. I’m only half
certain that was a moan and not an answer to my question.
I growl and push her back on the
blanket, grinding my pelvis against her. Pepper closes her eyes and writhes
with me. “You didn’t fuck Jake. You may not know it, but you’ve been saving
yourself for this very moment from the time you were old enough to understand
why your insides tightened when you looked at me. And I’m here to collect.”
“You’re an arrogant son of a
bitch.”
“And you’re a pain-in-the-arse,
spoiled brat.” I lean up on one elbow and slide the other between us,
unfastening the button on her jeans, and yanking the zip down.
“I hate you, Sammy Belle.”
“Then you should have no problem
handing your virginity over to me.” I tug her panties aside and stroke her.
Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I dip a finger into her soaked pussy.
“I didn’t sleep with Jake,” she
blurts out on one really long, really breathy exhalation.
“I know.” Laughing against her
skin, I nip and lap her sweet flesh, drawing her nipple into my mouth and
sucking hard. She moans and I release her, wanting to watch the way her
pleasure contorts her face from angry girl into the incredible woman I have my fingers
buried inside of. I sweep my thumb across her clit, once more, causing her legs
to shake and her lungs to suck in her next breath too sharply, and then I
remove my hands from her body and suck my fingers clean while she watches with
wide, surprised eyes.
The
things I could show her.
Excerpt #5
“Sammy. We’re not eighteen and
twenty-four anymore. You’re not my type, and I’m pretty sure I’m not yours.”
I nod and lower my gaze to my
coffee. She couldn’t be more wrong about her not being my type. Truth is, I’ve
only ever had one type: Pepper Ryan, whether she was a sweet-faced redhead with
a bad attitude, or a blue-haired manic-depressive emo little shit. It doesn’t
matter how old she is, or how many times she changes the colour of her hair,
every fibre within me screams out to touch her when we’re in the same room.
Living with her would be absolute fucking torture.
When I glance up, Pepper’s
rubbing at a spot on my countertop. Her wild pink hair shakes out all around
her shoulders. Beneath her worn T-shirt, her breasts jiggle in time with her
violent scrubbing. It takes several deep breaths—and an insane amount of
luck—not to come in my pants.
I need my head checked for
agreeing to this. “You can stay, but you sleep on the couch, you pick up your
shit, and you don’t complain when I have people over.”
“You know people other than
Jake?” she teases but I send her an “I’m still not one hundred per cent on you
invading my space so don’t fuck with me” look and the smile quickly disappears.
“Oh, I have another bag in the
van, would you mind getting it for me? It’s parked out front,” she says as she
props herself up on my kitchen bench, folding one leg under the other and
sipping her coffee.
“Can I get rid of my morning
wood first?” I say under my breath, not expecting her to hear me.
“Yeah, you should probably take
care of that shit. It’s distracting.”
I set down my coffee cup and
head for the bathroom.
“Maybe we should work out some
kind of roster?” she calls after me. “Like I get a masturbation break Tuesday,
Thursdays, Saturdays and twice on Sunday, and you get—”
“You really need to stop talking
about this.” I slam the door shut behind me and whip out my cock. Pepper’s been
here all of five minutes and already it’s begging for that little tease’s
touch. I piss—though it takes a lot longer than it should have because I keep
thinking about her tits in that top and my hard-on just won’t go down. I stare
at myself for a long time in the mirror, as I wash my hands. What the fuck did I just get myself into?
AUTHOR
BIO
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something,
USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.
She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up
for a living.
While
Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town
just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something
more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though.
If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.
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