Genre: New Adult Romance 18+
for adult situations and language
Page numbers: 157 pages
Word Count: 53,500
Blurb:
College senior, Lexi Thompson, finds herself in a
relationship to be wed to the university’s star baseball pitcher, Collin
Norris. Collin’s damn hot, but his lack of spark has Lexi thinking twice before
she says ‘I Do’. When she’s forced to tutor bad boy football quarterback, Raven
Davenport, she soon discovers all the things she’s missing in her relationship
with Collin. Will she succumb to the temptations enticing her, or will Collin
be able to convince his sweet, innocent fiancée that his love for her is
genuine despite his lack of affection?
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http://www.amazon.com/Opposing-Sides-Book-University-Series-ebook/dp/B00KOBJ1HS/
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Tags/Tweets:
#NewAdult #Romance #College
I was falling, emotions first, in
The Raven’s trap. And I didn’t try to stop myself.
Raven
was undoing me piece by piece, knitting me tighter into his trap.
The
Raven was shaping and fastening me into a hot mess. His hot mess.
Excerpt:
I stepped out of the director’s office
and entered the main area. Standing in all his six foot two glory was the star
quarterback of our universities’ football team. I had never seen him in person,
and I felt like a midget looking up at him.
Even though I didn’t know him personally, I’d heard and read enough
about him to know he was a womanizer and had a drug problem.
Another
reason why I shouldn’t help him.
“Hi, I’m Lexi Thompson and I’ve been
asked to consult with you.” I made it clear that it wasn’t my choice to help
him.
“Lexi. Hmm, I like that name.”
Uh,
no you don’t.
His full lips spread, revealing the most
charming smile, coupled with a deep dimple on the right. Now I knew why every
girl fell for him. But I was smarter
than that. “I’m Raven.” He stalled for a moment, his eyes giving me a thorough
exam to the point that I bet he knew what color my panties were. “Raven
Davenport.” He ran a hand over his short buzz cut, and he looked like the
perfect model for an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. Minus his T-shirt.
He was toxic and smelled of sex and
drugs. Well, not that I knew what all that smelled like, but his aura beamed
bright red warning me to be careful.
“Are you ready to get started? Because we
only have an hour.” I held out my hand, motioning to a small table in the
corner.
“That’s plenty of time.” He raised his
brows.
I rolled my eyes and walked to the table.
Taking a seat, I took out the agreement that Dr. Philips prepared. I signed my
name, and moved the papers in front of him. “Please sign this.”
Raven leaned over the table. “I was
thinking you might want to do this somewhere private.” A seductive grin spread
across his lips as he pressed his weight against it, as if testing the
durability of the wood.
My jaw dropped. Was he serious? My fiancé
didn’t even tease me that way. Although that would’ve been nice. Then again, we
hadn’t even made out on a bed much less on a table. I had to restrain myself
from slapping him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Davenport?”
He pulled out a chair and sat down. “You
can call me Raven.” I guess by the tone
in my voice he knew I meant business.
“Please read the agreement, and let me
know if you have any questions. I indicated we would meet twice a week for an
hour and more if a mutual agreement can be established.”
“Okay. Sounds fair. Do you have a pen?”
He held out his hand. His long fingers curled up in a perfect cup. A hand that
was made for a football and caressing various female parts.
Whoa!
Where did that come from?
Extending my hand, I gave him my pen. He
eased it from my fingertips in a gentle motion. “Thank you, Lexi.”
He signed the paper and handed it back to
me.
“Aren’t you going to read it?”
Shaking his head, he said, “No, I trust
you.”
“But you don’t even know me.”
“Not yet.” His green eyes sparkled. “But my
gut tells me we’re going to get to know each other real well.”
It was obvious why Lisa didn’t want to
work with him. I made a mental note to call her the second he left. I sucked in
a quick breath and let it out to clear my head. “Whatever.” With haste I
removed my Hodge’s Harbrace Handbook and another pen from my backpack. I opened
the folder Dr. Philips gave me and took out his papers.
“I reviewed your file and—”
“You and everybody else.” His head
lowered and his shoulders sunk.
I continued, unsure of how to handle the
comment. “I have an idea of where you need the most help with your writing.”
His head popped up and a layer of relief
removed the downward slope of his lips. “You do?”
“Yes. I think we should start with some
grammar basics.” I opened the book to the first chapter and moved it between
us. I placed one of his papers below the book, prepared to show him examples so
he could relate easily to the concepts. “I’ll give you a quick and dirty
overview of the parts of speech to start off.”
He moved his chair closer to me, and a
fresh sent of juniper and bergamot swept over me. The guy smelled like a
cologne insert from one of my magazines, and I tried hard not to breathe it in.
But the more I tried not to, the more I loved the smell.
Darn,
I wish Collin smelled that good.
He flashed me a grin. “I like it quick
and dirty.”
I wanted to slap myself. Could I have
used a poorer word choice? “I’m sure you do Raven. I mean, you’re a guy and a
football player.”
“True,” a half smile formed, “but not
every guy likes to do things quickly or get messy doing them.”
A rush of heat inundated me. I yanked a
hair band off my wrist and pulled my hair up in a messy bun. I raised the
sleeves on my shirt and braced myself.
I’ll
be damned if I let this jerk get to me.
Ignoring his comment, I pressed forward
with my instruction. Raven listened intently and nodded his head while asking
related questions. When the guy wasn’t being a big flirt, he was actually
pleasant to be around. I felt sorry for
him because he had gone through school without learning grammar rules. Then
again, most people never make it a point to learn them and base everything on
how people talk. No wonder the guy couldn’t write a proper sentence. The weird
thing was his verbal skills seemed fine, but his written skills, well, that was
another story.
Helping
him might not be so bad after all.
After forty minutes of reviewing grammar
syntax, he began to lose interest. He shifted his weight and yawned a few
times, stretching his arms that nearly wrapped around me. I scooted to the edge
of my chair, praying he wouldn’t rest his elbow behind me. Before he lowered
his arms, his phone buzzed. His eyes widened with delight as he looked at the
screen.
“Excuse me, I need to take this call.”
“Um, no, you can’t.” I pointed to a sign
on the wall. “Policy says—,”
“Hey baby, what’s up?” He answered the
phone, ignoring me and the rule of no talking on the phone in the writing
center.
He rambled about his schedule and
practice for a minute or so before shifting gears. I contemplated if I should
get up and tell Dr. Phillips. That would mean instant removal from the writing
center and I wouldn’t have to help him. Then again it probably wouldn’t matter
because the coach had called in a favor. I started to stand but stopped when the
lure of his voice made it too hard to resist listening to his conversation. His
smitten words rolled off his tongue and he sounded like Eros himself. Warmth
rose from my belly, and I turned around to see who else was in the center.
Luckily, Sara had already left and Kyler was talking to a student and not
paying much attention.
Raven was having phone sex with the girl
he was talking to!
Visuals flashed through my mind, and my
face burned hearing the words he spoke. I covered my ears but it didn’t help.
My heart raced, and my breath quickened. I shifted in my chair, crossing my
legs tightly until my feet went numb.
“Yeah, baby, right there.” He winked at
me.
I gasped. “I’ll be right back.” I rushed
out of the room and headed straight for the bathroom.
Closing the door to the lounge located
next to the stalls, I paced the small room as I fanned myself. Being a virgin,
I had never come close to experiencing anything so dirty but sensual at the
same time. And the worst part, it wasn’t even directed at me! The guy was
blessed with sexual creativity. Why the heck didn’t he use some of that
imagination and gear that toward his school work?
Sure, I had read those types of sex
scenes in romance books, but it was entirely different hearing them firsthand.
Well, second hand in this case. But nonetheless, I had just become hyper aware
of tingles and sensations caused by an actual human being.
By a guy that was sitting next me.
And the saddest part, it wasn’t Collin.
I sighed as I collapsed onto the
cushioned bench. The situation wasn’t good, and every warning light was
flashing.
Reason
number 3 — don’t lust over something that isn’t yours.
About the Author:
CM Doporto lives
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extensive family along with their Chihuahua, Mexican Redhead Parrot and several
fish. She writes Young Adult and New Adult stories about ordinary women who do
extraordinary things, become a heroine, and find love along the way.
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