Book & Author Details:
Becoming Blue by Angie M. Brashears
Publication date: January 15th 2016
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance
Every single thing I’ve been taught not to do…I just did.
Talk to a stranger? Check
Get in a car with a stranger? Check
Go to a second location? Check
Go into a stranger’s house? Check
Take candy from a stranger? Check
If this is a kidnapping, it’s the kindest one I’ve ever heard of.
I’m living a fat girl fantasy. Snatched from a Weight Watcher meeting by a powdered-donut eating stranger, was by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Who knew I didn’t need to make appointments or attend meetings to have someone to talk to. A Friend. Two Friends. A dark, intense stranger. Secrets.
Everything I ever wanted, and something’s I didn’t. Not every tasty treat is for eating.
To each his own….right?
He shows up a little before eight. And waits around outside my door till eight on the button before knocking. By the time he does, I’m a nervous wreck. Before I open the door, I take a quick peek at myself in the hall mirror. I’ve straightened my black hair so it falls to the middle of my back. My eyes look nervous, my cheeks pink. I’m breathing like I’ve just run a race, and I haven’t even let him in yet. Glancing down at myself, I’m still not sure about my choice of white sweater and blue jeans. I wish I was the kind of girl who felt sexy in her own skin. He knocks again. I take a deep breath and open the door.
He grins over a pizza box. His eyes never leave mine. I smile back, motioning for him to come inside. “Thank you, Bonita.” I nod and shut the door, feeling his presence at my back. “Where should I put this?” he whispers at the nape of my neck, making all the tiny hairs on my body stand.
“On the table.” I say, leaning my forehead on the back of the door, trying to get my breathing under control.
He comes up behind me. “It’s nice to see you, Bonita, but where are those pretty eyes?” I feel his strong hands on my arms, turning me so my back leans against the door. He drags his left hand up my arm, along my exposed throat, tracing the shell of my ear, to my chin. Cupping it, he tilts my face up and waits. After a minute, I open my eyes, looking up into his face. “There they are. You are so beautiful, Sara.”
He leans down, the whole time staring into my eyes, and brushes my glossed lips with his own. Warmth fills my body as his lips come in contact with mine. His eyes don’t close, so neither do mine. “Is this okay, Bonita?” His murmured words against my lips cause my legs to clench together. He definitely knows what he’s doing. I nod, bringing my hands up to hold onto his arms. Thank goodness I’m leaning on the door. At this point, I feel like my knees could give out from this simple touch. His arms envelop me, pulling me tight against his hard chest. He smells divine. Like every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life. His hands move along my back, seductively slow. “I’m a toucher and a hugger,” he whispers against my ear. I shiver at the contact. “I also love to taste.” This last bit, whispered right into my ear, in his husky tone, makes my panties moist.
“Hmm.” I’ve lost the ability to speak. My eyes close, and I lean against him. Giving him permission to do all of these things to me.
He grabs a handful of my hair, exposing my neck. A moan escapes me. He licks the side of my neck, up to my earlobe, which he sucks into his mouth. The slurping noises he’s making are magnified in my ear. His hands come around to my waist, his thumbs circling on my exposed skin. “I want to taste your tongue,” he whispers right into the shell of my ear before running his tongue along the outer edge.
I nod into his chest, rubbing my cheek there. He walks us to the couch, still licking my ear. He sits me down and he sits next to me, pulling me into his arms. “Will you let me taste your tongue, Bonita?” His voice is raspy, lust-filled against my ear.
Angie M Brashears is a lover of everything books. When not writing, she’s reading anything she can get her hands on. She grew up in Southern California, and loves the mountains, hiking with her dogs, the beach, and of course, Disneyland! She loves music, and loves singing along to the radio, loud and off-key, performing for anyone unlucky enough to be in the passenger seat.
Angie loves dark and twisted, which she refers to as Dark Ever After books, but is known to read an occasional HEA story as well. When she’s not writing, she working, saving lives. A busy Trauma ER nurse for over twenty years, she gets enough reality in her life, and is always looking for a story to take her away from the harsh reality of Emergency Nursing.
If there’s football on, she sure to have a huge party going on to cheer her team on…Go Patriots!
As a new author, she’d love to hear from you!