Invisible Ink
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Title: Invisible Ink
Release Date: Dec. 31,
2015
Genres: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 36,410
Author: Elisabeth Joye
Cover Design: Amber Lea
Easton
Invisible Ink on Amazon:http://myBook.to/invisibleink
Blurb:
Lex has never felt more
exposed.
She has just allowed Jake
Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a
chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.
It is the start of a dark,
obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations
professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to
break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an
intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his
emotions.
What starts as a series of
casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her
sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few
promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she
succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.
~Review~
The sex scene's were hot, hot, hot. Lex is sexuality sensitive and Jake know's just how to handle her. The connection between these two fell flat. There was no spark and Jake gave nothing to Lex beside sexual pleasure. I wasn't all that taken by Lex either because she just gave into Jake without question. It's an odd relationship and one I couldn't connect with. The ending was ok but I was hoping for more .
Author Bio:
Elisabeth Joye used to write about Congress. Now,
she writes about sex. A former political journalist, she’s wanted to write a
romance novel since she was 12 and finally found the inspiration to do it by
incorporating her love of concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published novella.
Elisabeth’s philosophy
when writing romance is simple – she writes what she thinks is hot and hopes
others will, too. She wants to create characters who speak, act and fall in
love like real people with issues, flaws and fears. But, above all, the sex is
got to be hot.
When she’s not writing,
Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four-year-old son. She loves fangirling
her favorite celebrities and reading true crime obsessively. She didn’t have a
smartphone until 2013 and now couldn’t live without social media and text
messaging. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and family.
(Photo of the author by SJMacky Photography)
Author Contact:
Goodreads Book Link: http://bit.ly/InvisibleInkGR
Excerpt
"What are you up
to?" I asked.
"Stay here, don’t
move."
He went and flipped on one
of the stage lights right on me and then planted himself in a front row seat. I
could barely make out his face.
"Strip," came
his instructions over the microphone.
I stood and looked at him
blankly for a second.
"This is why you
brought me here?"
"I can’t hear you,
but if I could, it doesn’t matter, because no talking, baby girl. You know my
rules," he ordered, his soft voice booming through the sound system.
I had already proven to
him I was up for anything he asked for, so I did as I was told, removing my
tank top and jeans and stepping out of my slip-ons.
"All of it," he
said.
The air was cool on my
skin, but the lights were hot as hell. I looked around for a minute, over my
shoulder and into the wings of the stage.
"No one’s here, I
checked, don’t worry," he breathed into the mic, his voice lowering.
I took off my underwear
and I stood there naked in front of him, exactly what he wanted.
"Good. Now, walk the
catwalk for me."
I shot him an exasperated,
confused look.
"See that curved path
in front of the stage right before the seats? That thing. Walk it."
I felt utterly ridiculous
as I padded my way down the catwalk and moved back and forth across the
crescent-shaped little path that brought me closer to where Jake had perched
himself.
I concentrated mostly on
not falling and trying to look as poised as possible. I could feel his eyes on
me from below, burning into me.
Then he laughed.
It wasn’t into the mic,
but I was close enough to him that I could hear him.
"God, Jake, don’t be
a fucking asshole and laugh at me up here!" I glared at him and he looked
so smug. I wanted both to climb on top of him and also to punch him. If I would
have known I would be naked on a stage, I would have worn heels or hit the gym
more this week or…
"I was thinking about
how a lot of girls wouldn’t do this if I told them to," he said, smiling.
"And if they did, they’d try to…do a stripper show for me or look
seductive. But you’re …like…" he searched for the word he wanted to use.
“there. You’re real. It’s fucking perfect."
"You don’t have to
flatter me, Jake," I said, suddenly feeling more exposed. "You
already have me. Obviously."’
He looked me in the eye
for a long time. His stare made the moment suddenly serious. Then he looked me up
and down for longer than I was comfortable.
"Spin."
I did.
"Slower."
He was silent and I felt
sick to my stomach with nerves, overwhelmed with self-conscious fears. He was
pushing me too far.
I faced him again and
stood there, my hand on my hip.
"Jesus Christ,
Lex," he said. "You’re so fucking hot. And you don’t even know
it."
I looked down at him,
shrugged slightly, and said, "It only matters that you know it,
Jake."
He smiled big, showing off
his perfect teeth.
"Is that so?" He
stood up and used all his strength to lift himself up on the walkway. He
pressed himself up against me, picked me up, and moved us both back to the main
part of the stage.
My naked skin rubbed
against his clothing as I wrapped my body around him, my legs gripping his
waist, his hands cupping my bare ass. I kissed his neck lightly and then moved
to his lips as he set me down and cupped my ass in his hands.
"So you said you
wanted to do something I’d never done before," he said, pushing my
shoulders down so I knelt on the stage in front of him. "I’ve always
wanted to fuck a girl on a stage and where better to do that than the Los
Angeles Amphitheater, right?"
On my knees, I knew he
wanted something else first. A blow job. My stomach flipped again. Although
we’d obviously already had a lot of sex, I had tactfully avoided trying to put
his erection in my mouth until now.
I didn’t have a ton of
confidence about my blow job skills in the first place, and his cock was by
definition intimidating — larger than average, attached to a famous, super hot
guy, and sexually powerful enough to take over my mind and life. It had
unwittingly become the center of my universe.
Oral sex with Jake would
put me in control for the first time. What if I didn’t do what he liked and I
was desperate to please him the way he had pleased me.
"Don’t worry, I’ll
tell you what I want you to do," he said softly, cradling my chin with his
long fingers. He was a mind reader.
He undid his zipper and
lowered his jeans on his hips enough that I had access to his full length.
I gripped one hand around
the shaft and positioned my mouth around the tip, waiting for whatever
instructions he had in mind. But instead of speaking, he grabbed me roughly by
my hair and pushed into me as far as he could until I let out a muffled cry.
I closed my eyes and let
my tongue dance around while he pulled my head into him and then out again by
my hair, slowly at first so I could adjust and then at the pace he wanted.
I could not have been more
compromised or exposed on a stage meant for an audience of thousands giving a
fucking blowjob. But all I could think about was him and my hot breath and his
skin against me. The setting fell away and time fell away with it.
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