This book gets you emotionally involved and then some. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it at first but I did enjoy it.
Beautiful People, 1
Moments in our lives can change us forever.
Death, suffering, illness … they can bring us to our knees. Pull us into the dark. Control our every move and maybe even shatter us.
Alexa Bohmann’s beauty brought me to my knees the instant I saw her smile.
After one kiss, I can’t walk away. Even knowing my lies are unforgivable.
Hearts will be tested.
Lives changed forever.
Yet, I’m hooked. I won’t walk away.
This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition
“Stay right where you are. I want to show you something.” I watched his magnificent ass as he walked to his car and popped the trunk. He reached for something I couldn’t see, slipping it inside his pocket.
“What’s in there?” I pointed to his pocket as he walked back inside, arching my brows.
His fingers twisted through mine, leading me toward the small square breakfast table in the kitchen. “Lay back, Alexa.”
He gestured toward the dinette table, using a foot to push a chair to the side. He leaned my back over the table, my short gown rising up my thighs. His eyes narrowing, he glared down at me, reaching into his pocket and removing a small scalpel with the blade still covered. My stomach rolled, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth.
“Have you lost your mind, Tyler?”
His jaw tightened. “Not in the sense you mean, but you hounding me about changing your face makes me feel like I am.”
Hovering over me, his eyes resembled cold chips of emerald ice. The end of the small blade lightly brushed across my left cheek and I gasped at the eerie tingle through my face, the unpleasantness from the table sending sharp pains through my back.
“So you want me cutting on your face, Alexa? Is that what you really want?”
“What the hell, Tyler? Let me up.”
He leaned over further, caging me against the table. “Do you realize just how sharp a scalpel this size really is? The depth of permanent, life-altering damage it can do to a person if not used properly?”
My eyes expanded at the uncanny vibes the smooth cold metal sent through my skin. My heart hammered furiously as he carefully removed the blade cover and turned the scalpel over in his hand again and again, his gaze darkening.
“This, Alexa, is the scalpel that I never intend on using anywhere near this beautiful face, or any other part of your body. Are you beginning to understand now?”
His stare was deadlocked against mine as he slowly lowered the scalpel again, shoving my gown up with the edge. With his eyes fixed and frozen, he cautiously ran the tip underneath the waist line of my panties, going to great lengths to avoid touching my skin. Suddenly, with a quick instant pop, he snapped the elastic, the torn strip of stretchy fabric rapidly dropping down over my chilled skin.
“This is the only thing on your body that I will ever use a scalpel on, Alexa. To get rid of these.” His jaw tensed. “Bring the subject up again and you’ll end up over my knee.” He lifted his body from mine, the tent inside his fitted slacks vast. He carefully replaced the blade cover and returned the scalpel to the inside of his pocket. Still frozen, I hadn’t moved an inch, my heart racing in my chest. His long fingers returned to my panties, lowering them slowly and brushing across my soaked opening. He slipped a finger inside me, every muscle in my body tensing.
“You’re very wet, Alexa. Did that turn you on?”
I bolted straight up, his hand falling from my heated body as I pulled my torn panties back up. I walked away and stood in the doorway. I wasn’t sure if I was scared, or just exactly what I was feeling. My mind was swimming with the profound reaction this man had on me. All I knew for sure was that he was spot-on about one thing. Even with what he’d just done, I was completely aroused. He still stood by the kitchen table, our eyes in a hard standoff.
“I need real proof you aren’t going to walk away again, Tyler.”
His hand forcefully tugged on his belt buckle, unlatching it and dropping his pants down around his ankles. The boxers he wore were tight and gray, outlining a thick hard erection that was perfectly molded against the thin material. He grasped the elastic waistband and lowered them, enclosing his hand around his wide girth as they dropped, joining the slacks that covered his ankles. Dear God.
“Is this proof enough? Don’t ever think for one minute that I get this hard for another woman.”
Excellent story that was really well written. I really got tangled up with the character. Can’t wait until the next one