A New Season by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle
Publication date: February 29th, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
In Emma's book, love is a lie,
but she's ready to turn the page.
Emma has hit loves rock bottom. Damaged by lies and deceit, she has become the kind of woman she hates.
After a chance reunion with her childhood crush, their sizzling chemistry offers Emma a chance at the type of love she dreamed about as a little girl.
Jaken Tanner has always been a star, from the most popular guy in school to the face of professional football. Behind his sexy good looks is a heart of gold, you can add best dad in the world to his list of accolades.
Emma is no role model for anyone, especially Jaken's adorable little boy.
She finds out Jaken has secrets of his own. When his past comes back to haunt them, Emma retreats into her self-destructive ways, but Jaken is not going to give her up without a fight.
Will Emma destroy her chance with the right guy or will she discover she has been perfectly molded by her past to build a future with her one true love?
Please note, A New Season was previous released in 2016-2018. It has been re-edited and rebranded.
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I woke to Jaken's lips on the back of my neck.
"Good morning."
"Morning," he said as he kissed me again.
His kisses distracted me up to the point when his hand covered my breast.
I moaned and it sounded more like a question, but not a protest. He stopped kissing me. I looked at him over my left shoulder.
"Don't stop."
He continued sliding his tongue up the curve on the side of my neck as his hands went from over my shirt to under it. He made no attempt to take it off.
I pressed into him. He groaned. I groaned back, loving the sound.
He pulled away, and as I leaned back, he looked into my eyes as his hand moved down my stomach and into my shorts. He rested his hand on my pelvic bone, and I said a silent pray of thanks for getting that wax the other day. I felt bad about praying for something like that, but then he touched me, and all I could think...
Oh, my God, that feels good.
I moaned and my head fell back. I closed my eyes and his fingers continued to do things to me I didn't know were appropriate for a man who made his living with his hands. He hit one spot with his middle finger and I gripped his hand.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please what?" he said, and his tone made me open my eyes, his breath hot on my cheek.
"Don't stop." He gave me that grin again, kissed my nose, and pushed his fingers deeper between my legs.
"You want to come for me, baby?"
We had our eyes locked on each other, and the way he spoke to me, I felt like I was doing this for him instead of the other way around. A sense of pride swelled in my chest as a sense of something else swelled in my center.
"Yes," I said.
"Okay, come for me." He commanded.
I knew it was his fingers. The blood had rushed to the area he manipulated with them, but I swear I could have come on command even if he wasn't touching me. His voice had that kind of power. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his forearm. A wave of whatever power orgasms were made of rushed over me.
"That's it, baby," he whispered in my ear as I came back to the here and now. He swung a leg over me, as his phone on the nightstand began to buzz. We both looked at it.
"Oh, you're kidding me," I said.
He started laughing as he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned off the alarm and turned back to me.
"I'm sorry." He leaned over and kissed me. "I have a tee time. I have to go."
"Fine, leave me here in bed alone." I flopped back. "Again."
"well, at least this time I finished what I started." He headed into the bathroom chuckling.
"Then why do I want more?" I asked myself.
"Good morning."
"Morning," he said as he kissed me again.
His kisses distracted me up to the point when his hand covered my breast.
I moaned and it sounded more like a question, but not a protest. He stopped kissing me. I looked at him over my left shoulder.
"Don't stop."
He continued sliding his tongue up the curve on the side of my neck as his hands went from over my shirt to under it. He made no attempt to take it off.
I pressed into him. He groaned. I groaned back, loving the sound.
He pulled away, and as I leaned back, he looked into my eyes as his hand moved down my stomach and into my shorts. He rested his hand on my pelvic bone, and I said a silent pray of thanks for getting that wax the other day. I felt bad about praying for something like that, but then he touched me, and all I could think...
Oh, my God, that feels good.
I moaned and my head fell back. I closed my eyes and his fingers continued to do things to me I didn't know were appropriate for a man who made his living with his hands. He hit one spot with his middle finger and I gripped his hand.
"Please," I whispered.
"Please what?" he said, and his tone made me open my eyes, his breath hot on my cheek.
"Don't stop." He gave me that grin again, kissed my nose, and pushed his fingers deeper between my legs.
"You want to come for me, baby?"
We had our eyes locked on each other, and the way he spoke to me, I felt like I was doing this for him instead of the other way around. A sense of pride swelled in my chest as a sense of something else swelled in my center.
"Yes," I said.
"Okay, come for me." He commanded.
I knew it was his fingers. The blood had rushed to the area he manipulated with them, but I swear I could have come on command even if he wasn't touching me. His voice had that kind of power. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his forearm. A wave of whatever power orgasms were made of rushed over me.
"That's it, baby," he whispered in my ear as I came back to the here and now. He swung a leg over me, as his phone on the nightstand began to buzz. We both looked at it.
"Oh, you're kidding me," I said.
He started laughing as he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned off the alarm and turned back to me.
"I'm sorry." He leaned over and kissed me. "I have a tee time. I have to go."
"Fine, leave me here in bed alone." I flopped back. "Again."
"well, at least this time I finished what I started." He headed into the bathroom chuckling.
"Then why do I want more?" I asked myself.
My Why...
I love exploring the drama that ensues when two people with cultural, societal, religious, and economic difference find common ground in attraction, lust, kinks, and most of all love.
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
She identifies the sci-fi action flick "The Matrix" as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.
She can recite the entire script from the 80's teen comedy/drama "The Breakfast Club" and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.
When it comes to books, Sydney reads different genres but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Xyla Turner, J.A. Huss, Kaia Bennett, & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.
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