My cock has an appetite. A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar...(Although, that's a story for another day.) As a high profile lawyer, I don't have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online. My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats. This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least it was, until "Alyssa"... She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades. But then she came into my firm for an interview--a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed...

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**Book 1 in a three part Erotic Romance Serial.
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From the Author

This book is part one in a three part erotic romance serial that will unfold over a couple weeks.

If you'd asked me what love was two years ago, I probably would've said, 'It's this amazing feeling that obsesses and possesses you; it's what me and my husband currently have.' If you ask me that same question today, I'll say, 'Please get the hell out of my face.’ Claire Gracen's life is picture perfect. Her career as a marketing director is on the brink of being legendary, and her marriage to her high school sweetheart has never been stronger. No, wait. It has. It used to be amazing and fulfilling, but one day Claire realizes that she's been living a lie and her best friend and husband have committed the ultimate betrayal. Broken and depressed, Claire is in need of something new—new city, new job, new friends. When she happens to attract the interest of the sexiest man she's ever met, a man significantly younger than her, she immediately turns him down—only to later discover that this man is Jonathan Statham, self-made billionaire and CEO of Statham Industries. Her boss. Jonathan Statham is unlike any man she's met before. He's used to getting whatever he wants—whenever he wants, and he isn't about to take no for an answer. Sexy, unpredictable, and charmingly clever, Mid Life Love is a story that will captivate you, entertain you, and force you to fall deeply in love with the characters. For Mature Audiences

Fuck me recklessly
Kiss me harder.
Take me again and again…He and I met under a cloud of clichés:
Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy fucks girl.
Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways.But then we saw each other again…And neither of us could walk away.Our rules were simple.
Our passion was scandalous.
Our hearts were supposed to be safe…But when you find something so all-consuming—something so intoxicating and inescapable, you’ll risk everything you’ve ever had, even if you’re destined to crash and burn.This is us.
This is our messed up love.
This is turbulence.

Melody Carter is New York’s harshest movie critic, but she’s always had a soft spot for romantic comedies—especially the ones where the “groom to be” ends up leaving his “bride to be” at the altar for the “real love” of his life.
Unfortunately, at her own wedding, the three hundred thousand dollar wedding of her dreams, she finds herself playing the very character she never thought twice about: the jilted bride. Hurt and confused, she seriously doubts she’ll ever find love again. Will a chance encounter with an unlikely suitor erase her doubts?
Matt Sterling is Hollywood’s latest heartthrob. He’s sexy, charming, and hopelessly stuck in a “staged for the paparazzi” relationship with fellow A-list actress Selena Ross. Although all of America loves him, and studios are waiting in line to cast him in their movies, he can’t seem to shake the incessant negative reviews from New York’s most lauded critic, Melody Carter—the woman who single-handedly influences New York City's box office. Angered by her most recent review, he storms her office and finds a lot more than what he bargained for.

I hate him… I hate that I fell in love with him, I hate that he didn’t love me back, and I hate the fact that I just made a life-altering decision just so I could get the hell away from him. He’d always said that he was unchangeable, heartless, and cold… I really should’ve believed him…

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• He definitely wasn't supposed to get that email...*

Subject: My Boss. Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS. All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER. Your bestie,
Mya PS--Please tell me your day is going better than mine...
Subject: Re: My Boss. No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now... Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.) You don't have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. ) No comment on your "fantasies," although I highly doubt they're "long over." Your boss,
Michael PS--Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours...**

**Note: This is not a standalone or a novel. It’s the previously unpublished epilogue (which I extended :-) ) to "Sincerely, Carter", and the easiest way I could make sure as many readers as possible have it since I normally post things like this on my blog. (And it's FREE!) :-)
PS—Yes, I will still post this on my blog. :-) Just friends.
We’re just friends.
No, wait. We’re no longer just best friends… **