The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.
Savannah James was a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky. A reader challenged her to spy on a couple having sex, and it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. But when she spies on her roommate’s brother and his then-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 ex-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 sexy, summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.
“Well, we’re here.”
It was the unmistakable feeling that Savannah had felt when she ventured in dating guys she normally wouldn’t. Her idea of fun was going to an amusement park, music festival, or checking out spoken-word poetry.
The men she’d often dated were into ziplines, mountain climbing on real mountains, and going kayaking – all of the typical activities a woman with natural 4C hair probably wouldn’t do. Savannah had no issues staying on the sidelines as they explored their activities. She was also never surprised when it was eventually revealed her past paramours found those who liked the same things they did.
So, she should’ve been surprised after a night of walking the Strip, Blake took her to a country music club. Of course, the sleeved-up white dude would bring her black ass to a club where they both would get harassed. “What in the Ghetto Gaggers fresh hell is this?” She quietly asked after a few silent moments.
“It’s like Coyote Ugly,” he referenced the movie, “and they have a mechanical bull inside you can ride.”
“Coyote Ugly, huh?” Savannah smirked as she remembered the skinny supermodels in that movie. It was clear Blake was intent on embarrassing her. “I should really punch you in the dick hole.”
“Hey!” Blake stood in front of her. “What’s with the aggression?”
“You want to embarrass me and it’s becoming clear you’re hell-bent on that fact.” She folded her arms. “So, no President Fitz, I will not be your thirsty side chick, Olivia.”
Blake’s eyes narrowed and shook his head. “Who?”
“Uh, never mind.” Savannah rolled her eyes. “I’m going back to the suite.”
“Vannah,” Blake’s voice was low and feathered as he closed the distance between them, “you should know me well enough by now that I would never embarrass you, at least not intentionally.”
Blake’s brown eyes softened to a warm chocolate color. Savannah took a small inhale of his earthy cologne and felt the scent permeated her body, touching her senses, and crashing her back down to Earth.
“I don’t know that.” She remained defiant.
“Have you felt embarrassed at all during this trip?” He asked. He ran a hand through her locks and removed a piece of lint. “I say I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping you comfortable.”
Blake had done an excellent job at keeping Savannah uncomfortable was the truth. He was very respectful, engaged in intelligent conversation, and kept Savannah laughing. He was all sexy as all get out. He opened doors, and pulled out chairs. He even ordered for her whenever they went out.
His muscular frame crowded hers, yet she didn’t feel overwhelmed or suffocated. Instead, she felt comforted and warm. Her heart beat in a staccato rhythm and she struggled to keep up. Her mouth suddenly felt cottony, and a dampness in her panties appeared.
Blake was her best friend’s brother. There was a hard and fast rule Savannah had about men she wouldn’t pursue. Married men, men in relationships, men old enough to be her daddy, and most importantly, her best friend’s brother.
If things went south with the brother, things would go south with Courtney and Savannah couldn’t risk that. She kept her feelings at bay and her fingers busy at night while Blake remained a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less.
“I don’t even know how to ride a bull.” Savannah offered.
“That’s the fun part, you just get on and learn as you go.” Blake winked and his lips curved into a delicious smile. “You can’t knock it until you try it, right?”
Blake was charming like a politician and gave a victory speech that would’ve made Savannah vote for him had he been running. She briefly wondered if Blake seeing her ride a bull was his practice to see if how she would ride him.
Snap out of it, Vannah.
It had been so long Savannah had been with an actual man, and not a boy who pretended to be one. Savannah didn’t want to make too much into Blake’s treatment of her. For all she knew, it was his representative she saw and not the true, despicable him that often showed up several months later whenever she dated other men.
Blake was not like other men she’d dated in the past and that was the issue. She was in lust with the man and that was a no-no.“No video.”
“No video,” he agreed and held out his arm for her to interlock, “shall we, milady?”
Savannah grabbed Blake’s arm and walked inside with him. “We shall.”
“Just a quick question,” Blake began as they made their way to their seats. “How do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?”
“I think the real question is how do you know about Ghetto Gaggers?” Savannah looked over and smiled.
Blake tightened his lips. “No comment.”
Her Little Secret will be out this month.