Cock SURE Release
Title: Cocksure
Author: Shiloh Walker
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 19, 2018
Blurb
Sabrina
He’s the
cockiest bastard I’ve ever met and I mean that with all the affection and
adoration in the world. I’ve been in love with him for years, and not
just because of those intense blue eyes or that slow smug smile that promises
to make all your dreams come true. I’ve seen what lies under that smile and his
cocksure attitude. It’s enough to make me melt.
Not that
I’d ever let him know. Not only is Luke Cochran one of
Hollywood’s up-and-coming movie stars…he’s also my boss. I’m his personal
assistant and have seen all the women who come and go in his life.
I don’t
even hold a candle. But a girl can dream…right?
Luke
Sabrina is
one of the sharpest, funniest, kindest people I’ve ever met. Sometimes, I think
I’m taking advantage of her, but I seriously cannot cope with my hectic
lifestyle without her to keep me on track.
Of course,
my life just got totally knocked off track. One of my
sisters called.
They need
me back home. My mother is sick and the last thing I can think about is the
promotional tour I’ve got coming up.
Sabrina’s
coming with me. She’s the only person who can keep me focused and
centered in a time like this. Besides, my family adores her.
And it’s just a quick visit. My mother is tough. She’ll be alright.
But then
something happens that knocks me for a loop and when my mother tells me that
all she really wants in life is to see her kids happy and settled down, I do
the stupidest damn thing ever and announce that Sabrina and I
are in love.
Now I’ve
just got to convince my best friend to play along with me and act like she’s my
fiancée and we’re stupid in love.
No big
deal…right?
WRONG.
warning:
contains sensitive subject material
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Excerpt
My mouth had a mind of its own and before I even realized
what I planned to say, the words were already out there. “I’m wondering if
you’ll taste as good as you feel, Sabrina. As good as you smell.”
She swung a wide, shocked gaze my way.
She was still gaping at me when the doors opened—a soft,
bell-like tone announcing our arrival—to an elegantly discreet entryway. Across
the hall there was a double set of mahogany doors, flanked on either side by
fresh vases of flowers that probably stood close to five feet from their bases
to the very tips of the tallest blooms.
Nudging Sabrina’s shoulder, I said, “The doors are open.”
She snapped her jaw shut and turned stiffly. She exited the
elevator just before the doors would have glided shut. I followed her, blowing
out a slow, deep breath.
She unlocked the doors and pushed them open, standing aside
for me.
I gave her a hard look. “After you.”
Sabrina cocked a perfectly shaped brow at me.
We’d had this argument a hundred times, probably more.
“My mom would kick my ass if she knew I was letting a lady
open doors for me,” I told her.
“Equal rights.” Sabrina gave me a toothy smile. Then she
jingled the key in my face. “And I already opened the door.”
She had a point. Grumbling under my breath, I moved into the
sprawling apartment and put the two suitcases down. Neither of them were heavy.
Both of us knew how to pack light and over the past few years, Sabrina had
worked on training me to be as efficient as her.
I wasn’t even close.
But she had tried.
She came in right after me, closing and locking the doors,
then catching her carry-on and sailing past me.
I let her, sauntering after her.
She took the bedroom I’d known she’d take—the closest
one—smaller, with a western-facing view that offered a look at downtown and the
Ohio River as it rolled off toward New Albany and beyond. As she put her
luggage on the bed, I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and studied her.
The poppy-red dress she wore framed her upper body like a dream,
cupping her breasts and offering them up in a fashion I couldn’t help but
appreciate. The bodice ran close along her torso before flaring out at her
hips. I wanted to ease her onto the bed and push that skirt up, up, up, baring
her so I could see the flesh I’d only felt, so I could taste her, then watch as
I filled her.
Her cheeks were flushed.
She fumbled with her business bag.
She knew I was watching her.
I waited to see what she’d do.
Finally, she stopped pretending she didn’t know I was there
and turned to face me, hands clenched into fists at her sides.
“Do you need something, Luke?” she asked, her voice
businesslike and brisk.
“That’s a loaded question, Ina,” I said, taking a step into
her room. “You sure you want me to answer it?”
Her mouth parted and she licked her lips. I don’t think she
even realized she’d done it.
I decided I was right a split second later when she clenched
her jaw and fixed her mouth back in that polite, businesslike smile. “I’ve
already got quite a bit to get done tonight, so unless this is important…”
I closed the distance between us, sliding an arm around her
waist.
She sucked in her breath, going silent.
“I do want something,” I said, pressing my mouth to her ear.
“I want you naked. I want you under me. Over me. In front of me. On top of me.
I want you kneeling on my face so I can eat your pussy or bending over in front
of me so I can fuck you. Any way you want to give yourself to me, that’s what I
want.”
She was shaking now.
I caught the lobe of her earlobe between my teeth and bit
down gently.
“But the final decision is up to you. I’m going to my room.
You come find me if you want me.”
Walking out of that room was the hardest damn thing I’d ever
done.
Author Bio
Shiloh
Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife,
a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published
her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense, The Doubted, released in May 2018.
She writes
romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
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