They say monsters don’t fall in love. But I’ve got her scent in my lungs and blood on my hands.
STONE by K. Terry is a sizzling, opposites-attract, age gap dark romance featuring a woman who weaves pretty things and a morally grey hero who wants to tangle her up and pull every thread loose. Get it today on Amazon!
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May-Present Day
“Jesus Christ. Who the fuck is that?” Jacqueline asks, breathlessly, pulling down her shades.
I turn to look at what she is looking at and nearly swallow my tongue, because who the fuck is that, indeed.
“Christ, it’s raining sexy men lately.” Jacqueline keeps talking under her breath, and I keep staring, wholeheartedly agreeing with her. “We have Daddy Sloane with his sexy Black man vibes. It was bad enough that I was surrounded by Silas and your brother in the office all day. Tatum and Sloane have only added to the eye candy. Not to mention Ben and his nerdy, hot professor energy. And now we have this fine ass specimen all up in my face on my day of rest? I was taking a break from men, dammit. I am trying to obstain.”
Fine specimen indeed. Normally, I don’t react like this around men. Yes, there are many attractive men in our vicinity, but nothing like him. Three of the beautiful men are currently swimming in my brother’s Olympic-sized backyard pool.
“I’ll go into cardiac arrest if I have to deal with any more of this shit. My vibrator can only take so much.”
Like Jacqueline, I too am abstaining from men. Reed has made it hard for me to want to get near a man. So being around all those sexy men did nothing for my libido. They are more like brothers. But him? There is nothing brotherly about the way I feel. My libido is in the stratosphere, and I don’t even know who he is.
Jacqueline whistles under her breath while she twirls one of her long black braids around her finger, hissing. “Is that a six pack?”
“Eight,” I absently answer, narrowing my eyes behind my shades. I am definitely counting eight. The man walks across Jace’s manicured lawn, slowly, looking unbothered by anything and anyone. There’s something predatory in those long, lean strides. Nothing about him says pool parties—no board shorts or flip-flops for this one.
A gray T-shirt, rolled up sleeves, seemingly the only concession to the scorching temperatures, covers his chest. And from what I can see, every muscle in his broad chest is outlined. His biceps and forearms are thick, and I spot the veins swirling around, just under his tattooed skin. His wrists are covered in leather-woven bracelets. Silver rings grace almost every finger. His pecs look smooth and damn near perfect. I wish he were bare-chested so I could see if he has a sex pack or not, fuck, I mentally shake my brain, I mean, a six-pack. My fingers tingle with the need to explore his form. Document his physique on paper. Paint each corded muscle.
The man’s dark black jeans are ripped in places, mainly the knees, but they mold perfectly to his lower body, hugging massive thighs and cupping his cock in a way that makes my body feel more sensitive, more aware. I gulp because if it looks that big when it’s soft, what must it look like when it’s hard? I can’t foresee anything more than a woman being completely wrecked. Thick thighs are next. Muscular and thick. Dayum. My eyes travel down to his boots. They are scuffed and battered, covered in mud splatters. I wonder where he got that much mud on his shoes.
My gaze goes back to his face. His jawline is sharp and covered in dark stubble. His dark hair is low, almost a buzz cut, but there is enough to hold on to while he… Slow down, Cam. Gray hair grows at his temples. It doesn’t detract from his sexiness. If anything, it makes him more appealing. I wonder how old he is. Jace is in his mid-thirties, but from the hardened energy on this man, he feels older.
The two ladies in Jace’s smaller waterfall pool whistle, catcalling him, but the man doesn’t acknowledge them, not even turning to look their way. I love my brother, but I have no idea why they are here. They’ve been loud and frolicking half-naked since they arrived.
Instead of giving them attention, the man walks toward my brother. From what I know, the only friend Jace spends much time with is Silas Kenzington. Jace is an extrovert, the most social of the three of us. He has many business associates, but this guy doesn’t look like he frequents boardrooms. I immediately chastise myself, realizing that my thoughts are outdated. He could be another CEO. Not every corporate man wears a suit. My narrow views come from my father’s definition of a businessman, and using Tae Park as a guide in my thinking is the last thing I want to do. All my father’s friends and their sons dress alike, perfect, boring carbon copies of each other.
He looks our way, and time pauses. It feels like he’s looking right at me, but it’s hard to tell with both of us wearing sunglasses. The energy around him is rawly potent, and I’m not prepared for how that focus makes me feel. I swear to God, my body flushes. My nipples harden underneath my bikini top, pushing against the thin nylon. I want to rub them, soothe the ache, but that would be nuts. Yeah, I can imagine what I would look like massaging my tingling nipples in front of my brother and new friends.
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Stone
She's too young. Too innocent. Too tempting.
I'm too jaded and too busy trying to keep my focus on my business and avoid the chaos of my past. But the death and destruction I thought I left behind follow me right to the front door of the woman that I have claimed as my own. When they dare to take what belongs to me, there is hell to pay because Camryn is mine.
Camryn
He's too cruel. Too harsh. Too tempting.
I need to focus on my art and prove to my father that I didn't make a mistake walking away from medical school and that I can stand on my own two feet. But late nights in my studio, when he poses for me and allows me to put all his dark, dangerous energy on the canvas, lead us down a delicious road that I can't resist riding. Little do I know, my journey with this secretive man could be deadly.
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About K. Terry
Fabulously in her Forties and a Bronx native, K. Terry is always writing her heart out about unhinged, grumpy, or sweet men who are obsessed with their FMCs. She is feral for fictional and realistic men who love all over women that come in all shapes, races, and sizes. She doesn’t shy away from nasty break-ups, sexy make-ups, and spicy AF love scenes. Her author motto: Write what you want and do what you want if it makes you happy. K. Terry has two kids and a hubby who always cheer her on!
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