Title: Doomsday Love
Author: Shanora Williams
Genre: MMA/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: June 15, 2016
Author: Shanora Williams
Genre: MMA/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: June 15, 2016
Blurb
When we were ten, he treated me like a friend.
When we were eighteen, he wanted nothing to do with me.
And now that we are twenty-two, he longs to claim every single inch of me.
He was wild—untamed.
And I, a reckless girl, who loved too hard.
But, what we had was special.
I was his serenity and he my protector.
Drake was consumed by my love…
but he also took advantage of it…
He’d broken my heart—left me hanging for years.
He ruined us.
And, now, he’s back.
He wants me.
And I want to hate him, I really do.
But, who am I kidding?
No one can deny Drake Davenport.
You can’t hide from the almighty DOOMSDAY.
Because he is a fighter.
And, just like me, he loves hard.
He never loses and he will fight as hard as he can if it means winning me back.
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Excerpt
I rushed for my car, unlocking it with the key fob on the way. Before I could pull the door handle and get inside, I heard the crunching of gravel and then a hand came down on the window, slamming my door closed.
I gasped as the same hand wrapped round my arm and squeezed it with slight pressure. He whirled me around and pressed my back against the cold door.
Bold green eyes focused on mine, pink lips so close I felt my belly swirling with heat. His hands went outside my head, pressing on the car.
He smelled good, so good, sweet pine, sweet earth. His jaw was locked, hair on his forehead, breathing deeply through his nostrils.
“I’m trying to fucking save you from me, Jenny.”
“I don’t need you to save me from you.” My breathing accelerated with his.
“Why the hell do you need to be friends with a guy like me anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t have to. I just… want to.”
Sighing, he brought one hand down, roughly running it over his face. He was aggravated with me, frustrated, but like me, he couldn’t let go. He hated being away.
“What is it that you want, huh?” he bit through clenched teeth. “What is it, Jenny? You want me to talk sweet to you? Is that it? You want me to tell you some bullshit about how I’m actually a good guy deep down, how I secretly wish to be with you too, but my life won’t allow it—our lives, wont allow it?”
His questions were rhetorical, but they spoke to me. There was truth behind them. He was opening up and he didn’t even realize it.
Suddenly, his face straightened, and he moved in closer, pressing his crotch into my belly. I stilled when his hands came to my face and he clasped it, keeping my eyes on his.
Breath shallow, I watched as his eyes narrowed. He studied me like a piece of artwork, like I was some intricate masterpiece that no one could figure out. The kind of masterpiece that is too beautiful to replicate—too unique to pass by without a thorough glance.
That same torment and confliction from the previous week ran deep in his eyes again. He hated this, but liked it just a tad bit more.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Jenny.”
“What?” I finally spoke, my voice hardly a whisper.
I gasped as the same hand wrapped round my arm and squeezed it with slight pressure. He whirled me around and pressed my back against the cold door.
Bold green eyes focused on mine, pink lips so close I felt my belly swirling with heat. His hands went outside my head, pressing on the car.
He smelled good, so good, sweet pine, sweet earth. His jaw was locked, hair on his forehead, breathing deeply through his nostrils.
“I’m trying to fucking save you from me, Jenny.”
“I don’t need you to save me from you.” My breathing accelerated with his.
“Why the hell do you need to be friends with a guy like me anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t have to. I just… want to.”
Sighing, he brought one hand down, roughly running it over his face. He was aggravated with me, frustrated, but like me, he couldn’t let go. He hated being away.
“What is it that you want, huh?” he bit through clenched teeth. “What is it, Jenny? You want me to talk sweet to you? Is that it? You want me to tell you some bullshit about how I’m actually a good guy deep down, how I secretly wish to be with you too, but my life won’t allow it—our lives, wont allow it?”
His questions were rhetorical, but they spoke to me. There was truth behind them. He was opening up and he didn’t even realize it.
Suddenly, his face straightened, and he moved in closer, pressing his crotch into my belly. I stilled when his hands came to my face and he clasped it, keeping my eyes on his.
Breath shallow, I watched as his eyes narrowed. He studied me like a piece of artwork, like I was some intricate masterpiece that no one could figure out. The kind of masterpiece that is too beautiful to replicate—too unique to pass by without a thorough glance.
That same torment and confliction from the previous week ran deep in his eyes again. He hated this, but liked it just a tad bit more.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Jenny.”
“What?” I finally spoke, my voice hardly a whisper.
Author Bio
Shanora Williams is a twenty-something that creates authentic romantic stories that, may or may not, make you question what a “Happily Ever After” truly is. After hitting the New York Times and USA Today bestsellers list at the mere age of nineteen, Shanora ventured further into the creative writing world, working even harder to create unique and memorable romances for all to enjoy. She currently resides in Waxhaw, North Carolina and is the mother of one amazing boy, in love with her devoted man, and a sister to eleven.
When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down anything sweet and salty.
When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down anything sweet and salty.
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Ashton
Friendship—forever and always.
Sex—never.
That is our agreement. Besides, I'm not looking for sex. I get lots of sex! I'm also not looking for forever. I'm a now kind of man.
Jess has been my best friend since we were dirty faced kids finding trouble around every corner. We are the kind of friends who are always there for one another, through thick and thin, the one who knows each other's secrets and dreams. That can't change just because we've both grown up, or because she's beautiful, funny, smart and quick witted.
Until it does.
One call, one night. That won't change are agreement...then again, agreements can be amended, right?
Jess
Ashton is a manwhore. I've heard all his stories and despite them all, I love him.
Not the passionate love. I've never looked at him like that—like the cocky, confident, sexy, man he's become. Because to me, he's just Ashton, my best friend—until one night.
One night when I learn that the rumors are true, that in reality, they don't do him justice. His mad skills are off the charts. Yet, that can't change our agreement. One night has to be enough.
It has to be.
I'm not giving up my best friend for crazy hot lovemaking. But then again, do I have to?
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Maybe for the first time I'm recognizing what's been in front of me forever and always. I lift my lips to Ashton's as I reach out and stroke his jeans. Once. Twice.
With each stroke, his cock grows harder under the fabric.
He said something again about food.
"I think I have a better idea than food, something that will make me feel better."
"Jess..."
My single syllable name becomes a full four as his eyes roll back and he lowers his head until his forehead rests on mine.
"Ashton Michael, don't make me beg. I deserve this. You deserve this. I'm a damn good lay. I promise."
"Fuck. Don't say that. We...we have our agreement."
I continue stroking his cock, the bulge in his jeans getting bigger and bigger. Harder and harder. He doesn't try to stop me as his chest rises and falls.
"I propose a new agreement," I say with confidence. But then, as I reach for the buckle of his belt, Ashton stops me.
"Honey, you know I love you."
"And I love you. I have since we were five."
Ashton's cheeks rise. "You threatened to kick my ass when we were five."
I shrug at the memory. With pink filling my cheeks, I concede, "OK. Since we were six. Now we're both adults. We can do this and still be friends. I'm not wanting more—fuck forever. Right now I just want to feel loved. Do you really want me to get that at some bar? Because I’m getting it tonight."
His arms tense and I know I've hit a nerve. He's my best friend and protector. If I would have let him, instead of being here with me, he'd have gone to our apartment and Jack would be beaten to a bloody pulp.
Our apartment.
My stomach drops. It’s my apartment and he can get his ass out.
"No, but, Jess..."
I take a step back and reach for the hem of my shirt. Pulling it over my head, I watch as Ashton's blue eyes grow in proportion to his cock as his gaze is glued to my boobs. They're big and round and pushed upward in my pink Victoria's Secret bra. "Either I'm going to crawl into your bed and have a sleepover with my best friend"—I reach for the button on my jeans—"or he's going to need to tell me to go, and I guess I'll look for somewhere else to stay, because I sure as hell am not going back to my apartment."
Ash runs his hand through his sandy hair as he watches my next move.
"What will it be?" I shimmy out of my jeans. "Are you going to kick me out?"
"I don't want to be a get-even fuck, Jess."
My head tilts to the side. Ashton Michaels has never turned down pussy, no matter the reason.
I reach up and stroke his chiseled jaw. "It. Isn't. And. This. Won't. Change. A. Thing."
"Our agreement?" he asks again with more uncertainty to his voice.
"Let's have a new agreement?"
Wearing only my bra and matching boy shorts—the kind that show off my butt cheeks—I reach for Ashton's hand. I've never noticed before how big it is. How long his fingers are. How strong his grasp is.
I take a step toward his bedroom.
It's only one step, but suddenly, I'm pulled back into his arms. My waist is pulled tight against his erection, grinding against me, probing the flesh of my toned stomach.
For only a moment, I remember all the effort, all the working out, to be ready for my wedding and honeymoon, and decide I want to show off my toned body to my best friend.
I wince as Ashton tugs my hair, forcing my head backward until I'm staring up into his eyes.
The blue is different, deeper, stronger, and there's something new.
"Tell me you're sure."
The crotch of my panties dampens.
“Ash…”
“No, Jess. Tell me.”
I try to swallow. In the last seconds, breathing has become more difficult. Fuck.
"I-I'm sure," I say, my answer squeaking out.
What just happened?
I wanted to feel my friend close to me. I wanted the togetherness that Jack's stupid escapade took away. I wanted a friend. But now? Fuck, now I'm turned on. My pussy clenches and I'm on a fucking high!
I've never seen this side of Ashton, the sexy side that others have seen. Now that I do, I want more.
Before I can say anything else, Ash pushes me backwards until my shoulders collide with the wall and he's against me, all of him.
I moan as his stiff cock pushes harder against my stomach.
"Fuck, Jess, I'm not sure what's happening, but I don't do sleepovers, not anymore. I don't do sweet. You know me."
My nipples harden as he crushes my breasts against his chest. "I know you, Ash, better than anyone. Take me. I want to be consumed. I want to think about only you, the one man who's never lied to me."
His eyes narrow. "And tomorrow?"
"You'll still be my best friend."
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