The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.
Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and then blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.
Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity –and is determined to get to know more about her.
Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.
“What type of clients do you have where they can afford a car like this?” Savannah sat back into the luxurious Rolls Royce SUV.
A low laugh escaped Blake’s lips as he rubbed his beard. “The wealthiest of wealthy. This beauty belongs to Soul Ellison, creator of FuckBoi Logic shoes and Fresh Nectar clothing. Dude is beyond wealthy and can afford this. He’s an heir to the famed Ellison dynasty. His brother is a senator and his dad is the Civil Rights attorney Thomas Ellison.”
“Wow,” Savannah put two and two together. The Ellisons were her generation’s Kennedys, Bushes, and Clintons. They were revered in hip-hop culture and politics, and seemed to blend in just as well at both sides.
Savannah knew Blake worked on cars for the rich and maybe not-so famous, but the SUV was a luxury she’d never known before. Custom designed with ebony and ocean blue accents, the SUV was everything Savannah could dream of. She had never stepped foot inside a Rolls Royce ever in her life.
She’d seen one at an auto show once and was in awe, but never thought she would ever be in a position to ever get in one. Of course, that was her own insecurities seeping through and not something she’d actually believed.
Seeing how easily she slid inside the posh vehicle and how Blake commanded the SUV down the highway, it made the fantasies of café Vienna babies with curly hair, full lips, and Blake’s light eyes make Savannah’s ovaries go into overdrive.
“You’re so quiet,” Blake turned on the stereo and Ozzy Ozzburne screamed back at him, “I can never tell what’s going on in that head of yours.”
Savannah grinned as she tried to decipher the rocker’s music. It was funny how she couldn’t understand him when he sang just like she couldn’t understand him as he spoke. It was a special talent. “I don’t like to talk unless I have something to say.”
“Well?” Blake turned down the stereo on the steering wheel. “What type of music are you into?”
“Not this.” Savannah replied.
Blake nodded and smiled. He turned onto an R&B station. He half-shuddered thinking he just stereotyped Savannah but she would tell him if he was off the mark again. “Good. Baby steps. We’re almost there.”
Savannah chuckled at her own stubbornness. “I’m not going to say I like all kinds because I don’t, but I do love the blues.”
“The blues?” He asked and she nodded. He turned it to a blues station and Jimmy D. Lane came through the speakers. “Really? I’m surprised.”
Savannah briefly closed her eyes. The electrical guitar strings hummed through her body and a slow smile curved her lips. There was nothing like listening to the blues while sitting in a Rolls Royce. “Because I’m too young?” She inferred.
“No, because you don’t seem like the type to listen to a Tab Benoit record.” He added.
“Excuse you!” Savannah whipped her head towards Blake. “First of all, I’m allowed to like whatever music I want and…” She caught on to what he said. “…what do you know about Tab Benoit?”
Blake smiled that brilliant smile. “I know my blues.”
“You don’t seem like the type to listen to blues.” Savannah replied. Blake also didn’t seem like the type to listen to a Jodeci record while blowing out his girlfriend’s back but what did she know?
“Appearances are deceiving,” he made a quick glance over at her and Savannah felt his light eyes pierce through her soul. “I’m sure there’s a lot about you I don’t know.”
“Like what?” Savannah froze when she thought about the obvious secret. “I mean, you know I keep to myself and I write.”
“But what do you write about?” Blake shot straight. “You give me generics but you have never showed me an article of your writing.”
“Because people who know I write have no interest in reading what I write. It’s like everyone knows you’re singer, but they probably won’t go a show. Everyone knows you act, but they won’t see a performance. Everyone knows what people do but unless I’m rich and famous, they couldn’t care less.” Savannah shrugged. “So, I don’t bother. I don’t tell people I write. I don’t brag about it. I don’t lament. I barely go on Facebook and I try my best to avoid social media in general.”
“But how does that work out if you being a writer means you have to put yourself out there?” He asked. “You have to make yourself more visible if you want any success?”
“I’m working on that,” Savannah agreed. “I just need to get out of my shell.”
“You’re too beautiful to stay contained,” Blake replied, “if you’re going to be successful, you need to be out there more.”
Savannah felt a rush of energy flow through her. No one had ever given her encouragement like that before. She also tempered her emotions once she realized Blake did it on a friendly level. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he reached over and squeezed her hand. Her hand was soft and delicate, just like she was. “Anytime.”
Savannah didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing so she didn’t argue when Blake grabbed her hand. She also didn’t complain when he didn’t let it go.
“Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re at our first stop.”
Savannah yawned and briefly looked around. They parked in a desert, but she wasn’t sure where. As she rubbed her eyes, and hoped the drool from her mouth wasn’t so apparent, she was in awe by what was before her.
Huge, colorful rocks stacked on top of each other, in close proximity. They looked like towers and definitely Instagram-worthy. “Where are we?”
“The Seven Magic Mountains.” Blake got out of the SUV to walk around and opened Savannah’s door. “Kinda quirky, kinda artsy, but kinda cool. Let’s go check it out.”
Savannah grabbed Blake’s hand as he helped her out and led her to the installation. Several other tourists stopped and took pictures while children ran around the rocks in awe. Savannah and Blake walked together, palms pressed together, as they went up to the first mountain.
“This is incredible!” Savannah beamed as she admired it. It had bright colors such as pink, red, orange, and fluorescent yellow. Other mountains had deeper colors such as black, blue, grey, and purple. “How did you know about this?”
“Well, it’s hard to miss on the way to Vegas,” Blake walked up to a mountain and touched it. “But I thought, ‘Man, that’s wicked. Who in the hell has that free time to put those rocks together like that?’ You know what I mean? Like, painting them but then also installing them so they don’t fall? That’s dope as hell.”
“It is,” Savannah caressed the rock and found it to be warm, but not too hot. “very cool.”
Blake watched in awe for a moment as Savannah played with the rocks. Her slender fingers carefully touched the surface of the rocks, as if she was afraid she would break it. She suddenly smiled and he briefly wished he knew what it was for.
Savannah was genuine and beautiful on the inside – a rare trait he didn’t find too often anymore. Social media took away actual interaction and replaced it with guessing games. A person now posted things to generate the most likes and comments or hoped their video would go viral. Others often hate-watched their enemies behind the comfort of their computers instead of ignoring them like normal human beings.
Savannah was none of that. Even though he knew her secret, she didn’t brag about it. Heck, she didn’t even say a word about what she did for a living. She was quiet, but a woman of opinions. She liked something other trap music and whatever manufactured crap that was out on the radio.
Savannah was just…everything.
“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to take a picture?” She teased.
Blake took out his phone. “Selfie time!” He held it sideways and pressed Savannah’s plush body against his muscular frame. She smelled like lemongrass, vanilla, with a touch of Marsha Ambrosius. “Say cheese.”
“Cheese!” Savannah snuggled against Blake and was amazed how easy he felt against her body. His muscular arms wrapped around her like a warm blanket and his cologne made her knees buckle. He was every fantasy and prayer she ever had.
She looked up at him and was stunned by his beautiful light eyes, and rugged beard that gave him an edge. His graphic t-shirt and jeans only tailored to his muscular physique, and Blake didn’t try to hide it. He smelled wonderful and just plain man.
His fingers were a bit rough and callous from working on cars, but it gave him some character. He wasn’t some dude who cared too much about manicures unless he paid for someone else’s. He was a man’s man. He enjoyed fast cars, probably faster women, and hockey.
It dawned on Savannah why did she bother getting her hopes up about Blake. Why would he ever be interested in her?
Blake felt Savannah stiffen underneath him and her heart rate raced to uncomfortable levels. He slightly pulled away from her. “Are you okay, Savannah?”
“Um, yeah.” She blew out a disappointed breath. “Can we go now?”
Blake wondered what in the hell happened in a few seconds. He would never, ever figure women out for as long as he lived. “Sure.”
Boo’d Up will be out this week everywhere.
The first several chapters are located here.