I – LOVE – CLIFFHANGERS. I have to live up to my name, after all.
“I fell in love with Quinn in the Blyss Trilogy and I’ve been dying to get my grabby hands on Quinn since then, but this book far exceeded my expectations!!!” -5 Star Review #Minxes Love Books
“So sweet and funny and just an all round perfect book boyfriend.”– 5 Star Review Kolleen Book Obessions
“Like all of her reads, this will keep you on your toes from cover to cover.”– 5 Star Goodreads Reviewer
Her ample-sized breasts catch my attention. They rise and fall as she tries to catch her breath. I fist my hands into the ground as I remind myself she is a job, only a job. I can’t make this personal, but I’m mysteriously drawn to her, and I want to kiss her again. I’ve never allowed myself to spend time with a female outside of the bedroom, but I can’t help but enjoy being around her. None of the women I’ve ever been with are anything like Lexi. Maybe subconsciously, I’ve avoided her type all along. It’s easy to push the shallower females out the door the next morning. I’m lost in her brown, flecked eyes when her hands come to rest on my pectorals, pulling me from my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” she softly whispers. The air between us changes, turning into something more. “Where’d you go?” What do I say? I’ve only known you for a couple days, and I don’t think you’re a killer? I want to kiss you like I did that first morning, even though you’re pregnant with somebody else’s baby. How fucked up is that? “I’m thinking of that kiss we shared our first morning,” I huskily whisper the half-truth over her lips. “Oh,” she breathes out, instantly sobering from her joviality. When she bites her lower lip, I reach down and gently disengage it with my thumb. “Define your ‘oh’,” I challenge, and watch as her breathing pattern changes. “Yeah, it was nice,” she exhales. “Just nice?” I counter. “Maybe I didn’t do it right then,” I rasp in a deep undertone, wanting a second chance at those lips.
I’m full of overwrought tension, and my fingers curl into a fist against his chest. “Please, don’t let me go,” I whimper, wishing he had a shirt on so I could twist it in my hands. I don’t know what to do with all this nervous, displaced energy. “Shh, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he softly assures me. He takes my fidgety hand in his and holds it tightly against the center of his chest, stilling my movements. “I’m right here. Everything is going to be all right now.” The assurance and warmth of his voice washes over me, and the way his strength surrounds me, I begin to settle down. Being wrapped in his arms this way, he feels like a familiar lover, I don’t perceive him to be the stranger he actually is.
The one thing JC works most hard at is steering clear of the typical romance templates. JC Cliff likes her plots to be unique, one of a kind, and never read before storylines.
JC Cliff is an independent author who enjoys creating page turning novels from the moment you pick up the book until the last page is read. She loves a good book full of mystery, intrigue, scorching hot romance, and all the elements of suspense.
She’s a die hard 80’s rock’n roll fan, and loves a good concert! JC wears many hats. They include being a wife of 24 years, 4 children, a small business owner, writer, reader, and what ever else is required of her. She loves taboo stories with twists and turns, and full of suspense.
She likes to spend her time with her family and friends. Her pastimes include: offshore fishing, learning anything new, sewing, spending time at the beach, or the mountains.
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