Title: Consensual (Consensual Series Book #1)
Author: Livia Jamerlan
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Day: August 18th2014
Braelynn Wolf is focused on two
things: work and law school.
That is how she survives.
That is how she’ll make a difference.
Until she meets HIM.
Peyton Haas is sexy, dangerous, and forbidden. The defense attorney on Braelynn’s first legal case is the only man who can cloud her judgment. Unable to stay away, she finds herself lying to everyone around her so she can spend time with the man who makes her feel things she never felt before—things she never dreamed possible.
With the legal case hanging on a thread, can Braelynn ignore the relationship she has built with Peyton?
Or will she succumb to the man who has the power to throw away her future?
That is how she survives.
That is how she’ll make a difference.
Until she meets HIM.
Peyton Haas is sexy, dangerous, and forbidden. The defense attorney on Braelynn’s first legal case is the only man who can cloud her judgment. Unable to stay away, she finds herself lying to everyone around her so she can spend time with the man who makes her feel things she never felt before—things she never dreamed possible.
With the legal case hanging on a thread, can Braelynn ignore the relationship she has built with Peyton?
Or will she succumb to the man who has the power to throw away her future?
Excerpt:
Prologue
The bedroom door creaked open
as it had almost every night since I could remember. He always came for the
same person—Loren. I hated him, despised him really. That night, like every
other night, I didn’t want her to go. My big sister was all I had. My mother
and father had died a long time ago.
“Lo,” I cried. “Please don’t
leave. Please.” I heard her kick off her sheets before she rustled out of her
bed. I’d never had the courage to look at him standing at the door waiting for
her, but I knew he was there, with his greasy hair and his beer belly hanging
low over the waistband of his boxer shorts.
Loren ran to my bed and knelt
down next to me. “Shh. It’s okay, Brae. I won’t be long. I promise. Close your
eyes like a good girl, all right?”
I turned to face her, tears
moistening my eyes. She planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “I promise when I
come back I’ll lie with you, okay?” I nodded.
It was dark outside, but dawn
was coming. Only a few short hours before the light chased away the darkness
and all the misery that accompanied it. The sound of crickets chirping outside
our bedroom window punctuated the silence inside our small, two-bedroom house.
The music coming from their wings should have helped calm me, but it only
served as the eerie background track to our recurring nightmare.
I held back my tears, but
couldn’t give up without a fight. “But, Loren—”
“Shut her up before your aunt
wakes,” the horrible man said. Bile rose in my throat at the sound of his
voice.
An eight-year-old shouldn’t
know what rape is, or what true hatred feels like, but I hated that man, hated
him with every breath I took.
Loren continued rubbing my
hair as she spoke. “Brae, listen to me. This will be over soon … for both of
us.” She reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly. “I promise. Please, just
be quiet.”
I closed my eyes and rolled
over to face the yellowing drywall that had never been painted. Loren’s
footsteps softly tapped against the wood floor as she headed out of the
bedroom.
“What was that all about?” he
asked gruffly.
The thin walls allowed their
conversation to flow freely throughout the house, but my aunt Tara never heard
them. Her alcohol-induced coma helped her sleep through the horror that
occurred every night right under her nose.
“Nothing,” Loren responded.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
His voice was cold when he
spoke again. “I don’t appreciate your mouth. Maybe I should take her to the basement with me instead. She
knows better than to talk back to her uncle.”
I shut my eyes tighter. I
never wanted to be near him, especially not alone in the basement.
“She’s been through enough.
You will not take advantage of her,”
Loren said just before I heard the signature creak of the basement door.
My eyes snapped open at the
sound of a hand slapping against flesh. “I will have her one day and there is nothing you can do about it. Now get
your ass down there.”
The basement door shut,
muffling any further conversation between them. Tears streamed from my eyes as
fear consumed me, and I shoved my face into my pillow to mask my sobs.
***
I was three when it happened.
I didn’t have any memory of it, but Loren had told me the story over and over
again. It was a head-on collision. My parents both died on impact, but
paramedics ripped me out of the car without a scratch on my body. Loren had
been at her dance rehearsal at the time. After the accident, the court gave
custody to our aunt Tara and her horrible husband Henry.
The night Henry first
expressed interest in me was the night Loren decided she’d had enough. In the
following months leading to her eighteenth birthday, Loren found different ways
to barricade our bedroom door, though she always paid for it the next day with
extra chores and beatings.
But she never complained.
I know she did it for us …
for me.
When Loren turned eighteen
she filed a restraining order against Henry and told our aunt Tara what had
been happening in her home while she was asleep. Aunt Tara refused to believe
anything Loren told her, but she agreed to sign over guardianship rights of me
to Loren if Loren agreed not to pursue any legal action against her husband.
That was after she kicked us out of her house.
It was a blessing in
disguise.
Loren applied for a
housekeeping job for a couple in Newport, Rhode Island. As soon as things were
settled with our aunt, we left Nampa, Idaho, and headed east until we reached
the opposite side of the country. We drove cross-country with only pennies to
our names, but Henry wouldn’t ever touch Loren or me again.
It was a welcome fresh start.
Loren inherited half of our
parents’ wealth on her eighteenth birthday. Unfortunately, Tara and Henry never
moved the money into an interest-bearing account, so we only had a few thousand
dollars to help us in Rhode Island, but it was enough to start our lives over
in a new city.
“It’s just you and me, Brae,”
Loren said as she looked at me through the rearview mirror. “I promise you,
baby girl, I’ll do whatever I can to protect you.”
I smiled as I hugged my
dolly, the last gift my mother had given me before she died. “I love you, Lo,”
I said before I looked out the car window. My eyes filled with tears, of
happiness this time. Never again would Henry hurt either one of us.
“I
love you too,” she replied. Then she started the car and drove us toward our
new life.
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About the Author:
Livia Jamerlan is a hopeless
romantic she is always looking for her next love story to pop in her head.
Though Livia kept a journal throughout her early life, she never thought about
pursuing a career in writing, she always used it as form of therapy, pouring
her heart out into words. It wasn’t until a story developed in her head that
she decided that maybe she could write a book. At first it was just an escape
from reality but now she use it as a power to put all her feelings, hopes, and
fears on paper. Deciding it was time to tell her story she began to write, with
each passing day the story grew, characters we formed, and what seemed like a
hobby at first has now become a passion for Livia.
When Livia is not writing she is spending time with her husband and their two dogs, she might also be curled up with a new book, or she is out traveling the country to support indie authors at their book signings.
When Livia is not writing she is spending time with her husband and their two dogs, she might also be curled up with a new book, or she is out traveling the country to support indie authors at their book signings.
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