Meet the characters:
Caleb is a natural born leader. His sense of responsibility makes him the youngest man in the precinct to manage a team of detectives. Along with Zeke, Damian and Alex, they make the streets a safer place. When a sweet, kind and adorable neighbor moves in next door, Caleb does his very best to avoid her to the extent of being rude to push her away. But when she is taken hostage, he will go to any length to get her out safely.
Gwendolyn has already lost so much and starting over in a new city as the head librarian in the district is just what she needs. Apart from her gorgeous yet rude neighbor, life is looking up. Then she’s taken hostage and her hero is none other than her annoying neighbor, Caleb.
From hostage to a target of revenge, their relationship gets more complicated. Is there love enough to keep them together?
Feel the passion:
Safely in Caleb’s bedroom, I take a moment to look around. Pretty gray-blue walls, a dark king-size oak bed, and amazing art on the walls. The deep blue bedspread with hues of deep brown adds a masculine touch and yet looks very chic.
I see my bag on the chair off to one side. I rummage through it, grabbing my toothbrush, hairbrush, and sexy nightie, and go to the adjoining bathroom. My belly flutters with excitement. I have no idea what I’m doing. Hopefully, my inexperience won’t put Caleb off, but I know I want this.
I brush out my hair one last time and take one last look in the mirror. The pale rose nightie has thin spaghetti straps, exposing a good amount of skin. Maybe a little too much. It barely covers my upper thighs.
I gather my courage and open the door, only to find Caleb reclining on the bed, shirtless and wearing a pair of low-hanging pajama bottoms. His defined abs look positively irresistible. I’m sure I’m drooling and also suddenly feel extremely self-conscious of how buff he is and how much I am not.
I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m not nor ever will be a size zero. I have curves! Hips, ass, and breasts. I hated them my entire teenage life, but my mother would say I would grow to appreciate the God-given gifts I’ve been bestowed.
Considering the way Caleb’s looking at me right now, I’m thinking that the time Mom mentioned has come. Hungry wolf eyes scan me up and down. It’s unsettling and exciting at the same time. I grip the doorframe tighter when Caleb’s smooth, low voice rumbles my name.
“Gwen, babe, come to me.”
Is it possible to have an orgasm at the sound of a man calling your name? Not just any man—my man, of course!
I take a tentative step forward, my legs feeling shaky as I approach the edge of the bed. His steady hand takes mine and guides me onto the soft mattress, on my knees, lowers me beside him on my side. His fingers trace a path from my shoulder, down over my arm, then stop at my waist, holding me there.
A electric shiver courses through me, one that Caleb feels too.
“Do I scare you?” he asks.
I shake my head and murmur, “No.”
“Then why are you trembling?” He brushes his lips on my neck, where he must feel the pulsating throb.
“I’m not very good at this,” I whisper. How do you tell a man that you’ve never actually indulged in sex? I would have if I had met anyone worth my time, but between caring for Zaira, then trying to put my life together after she passed, there hasn’t been an opportunity to date.
A smile flickers over his lips. “We’ll take it slow. Anything you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me, and we’ll stop.”
Leaves you wanting more:
Later is much sooner than expected when I walk up my drive and see my pretty blue Ford Fusion with spray-painted bold red letters across the doors. The word BITCH is emblazoned on both sides of my car for all to see.
I shout for Caleb and remain stuck in my tracks, staring at the ugly graffiti. Caleb runs from his house and sees what I’ve been staring at for what seems an eternity, although it’s been mere minutes.
He wraps his arms around me, but swears under his breath. He starts to see me fall apart and holds me tighter. “It’s going to be okay, Gwen. I got ya,” he murmurs in my ear. “Let’s get you inside.” Caleb urges me forward and up my walkway, takes out the key I gave him the other day, and opens my door. “Wait here,” he says, then proceeds to go through my house, room by room. “It’s all clear, baby. I gotta make some calls. Get changed and I’ll take you into work.” He prods me gently down the hallway.
“Who would do that to my car?” I ask. It’s setting in that someone doesn’t like me. In fact, they must hate me to trash my car that way.
“Gwen—”
“They called me a bitch. They put it on my car for the entire neighborhood to see. Who could hate me that much?”
“We’ll find out who did this. I promise you,” Caleb states with steely determination. “Go get changed. I’ll be right here waiting.”
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