Author: J.A. Huss
Published by Science Future Press
Release Date April 29, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I knew how old she was.
I just didn’t care.
Aria Amherst lied about her age the first night we met.
But when I kissed her… I knew exactly how old she was.
And once I kissed her… I needed more.
I wanted all of her. I wanted everything she wasn’t really offering.
Until I found out that her father was making a deal with my business partner.
Then I wanted her more.
Ryker North blew into my life like a wall of hot, tattooed muscle.
And did I mention he’s a drummer?
And a businessman?
And thirty-five years old?
And my father is going to kill me when he finds out I’m dating his new client?
But take my word on this. He’s worth every risk I’m taking.
Sweet Thing is a full-length standalone older-man-very-young-woman sexy romance filled with forbidden lust, too many ‘first times’ to count, inappropriate touching in public, and an angsty, but perfect, HEA.
Title: Sweet Thing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: JA Huss
Release Date: April 29, 2019
“When will you turn eighteen?” he whispers into my mouth.
“Sunday,” I whisper back.
“Two days from now?” he asks, still kissing me.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” I mumble back, thinking if this is kissing I should’ve started doing it sooner.
He pulls away, a pained look on his face. I know he’s going to leave. Right now. He’s going to yell at me for deceiving him and walk right out my sister’s door.
“Oh, God, Aria.”
“I’m so sorry. I really am. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Please don’t tell anyone I brought you up here. My father would be pissed and he’ll drag me home to the boring suburbs, and my exciting pretend adult life in the city will be over!”
“You’re mad,” I say. “I know you’re mad. And… and I’m bad. I know that. This was bad. I’m bad. And I probably deserve to go home.”
“No,” he says. “That’s not what I’m thinking about right now.”
“You’re not?” I say, genuinely surprised because if I were him, I’d be thinking that yeah, this girl has no clue what she’s doing and has no business being left alone in her sister’s apartment in the city for four weeks.
But thank God, I don’t say any of that out loud. Instead, I say, “Then what are you thinking about?”
He looks at me hungrily. Like he’s the Big Bad Wolf and I’m Little Red. Like he wants to eat me up in one gulp.
And I look back at him like maybe I want him to do that.
“Two days?” he asks again.
“Yes.” I nod. “I’m meeting my parents for tea at the Corinthian and then we’re going to see that musical everyone’s talking about.”
“God help me,” he says.
“What? Why? I said I was sorry. Please don’t tell. Please,” I beg.
“I’m not gonna tell, Aria.”
“You’re not?” I brighten.
“Not if you don’t,” he says. And that hungry look is back. Only it’s like he’s starving and needs to eat something now. Anything, even if it’s me.
And to tell the truth, I feel the same way. My body is all tingly and my lips—I reach up to touch them. They feel all weird. His touch lingering. The minty taste of his mouth still fresh inside mine.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He reaches for me, then steps back without touching. I want him to touch me, I realize. I didn’t intend for that to happen when I brought him up here, but I do.
But I see that he’s about to leave, to walk out and never come back, so I reach for him.
He shakes his head and backs away. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. I just can’t…”
I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. So I say, “You can’t what?”
“I can’t help myself. I have to go before I do something stupid.”
“No!” I say, grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat. “Just… wait.”
He looks at me over his shoulder and says, “Aria. If I stay here another second I’m going to lift up your little skirt, pull down your pink panties, and stick my fingers inside you until you come.”
My mouth drops open.
“And if you open your mouth like that again, I’ll stick my cock inside it.”
I shut my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “That was so fucking inappropriate.”
Which it totally was. But it was also totally hot.
“I gotta go.”
And then he does. He leaves. He opens the door, walks through it in a rush, and closes it behind him.
And when I open it back up to call him back, he’s already out of sight. Nothing but footsteps on the stairs.