Sometimes It’s Good To Shake It Up
He’s So Fine is a departure from my usual writing for two reasons—it’s not a paranormal and it’s written in the first person. For several years now, my personal favorite reading material has been all about paranormal—werewolves, bears, lions, tigers, even a snake and a hawk (Pamela Palmer Warrior Series). My writing has reflected my personal reading preferences with my Blackwood Brothers’ Series and the McCall Brothers’ Trilogy. Oh, and Christmas, I love Christmas.
Contemporary romance had not been a big draw to me but I continued to read it. For some reason biker and stepbrother romances caught my eye and I gobbled up some pretty good ones by Nicole Snow and Colleen Masters.
As I was reading, the story of Abby and Cage popped into my mind. It was not on my writing schedule, not even on my writing radar, but there they were, knocking at my brain, telling me they had a story. And, to my surprise, it wanted to be told in the first person. First person fiction is not my fav to read and certainly was not my fav to write. It’s dang hard to keep the tenses of the sentence structure correct (so please forgive any mistakes you find!).
But, as the story of Cage and Abby unfolded inside me, I realized it really doesn’t matter what setting you choose for a story, or what writing style you use. The fundamental elements of a good romance are all the same—two people who seemingly have nothing in common are drawn together by that simple emotion called love. Sometimes they fight it, curse it, but finally they succumbs to it and discover something they can no longer live without.
Abby and Cage are two young people who find themselves in a situation that could get out of hand very quickly. When they do step past the invisible barrier of the supposed taboo and allow the universe to work its magic they realize…sometimes it’s good to shake it up.
He’s So Fine
Genre: New Adult / College/Romantica Erotica
Publisher: Marie Mason
Date of Publication: August 4, 2015
Number of pages: 75
Word Count: 50,000
Underground fighter Cage Montgomery was use to making it on his own. When a man in a two-piece suit showed up during his training session, he wasn’t the least bit curious. But Frank, his mentor and the only father figure he’d ever known, ordered him to go to the Hamptons to see his long-lost father.
Cage finds much more than that…he discovers he has a step-sister that makes his body—and his heart—feel alive for the very first time in years.
Theirs was not a forbidden love…but was it a love never meant to be?
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Abby looked at me through the dark veil of her lashes and I could tell she was dying to ask me why I wanted a computer. She looked damn cute this morning. Her hair fell down her back in soft waves and she had on the slightest touch of makeup. Not that she needed it. She was beautifully fresh faced. Today she wore a green and brown outfit that clung to her curves in all the right places. She kept tugging at the top, pulling it away from her breasts. The action only made me want to look even more. I knew she was self-conscious of her size. Hopefully, by the end of the summer she wouldn’t have any doubts about her attractiveness to the opposite sex. I smirked as I took another drink of my protein smoothie.
I could say with no false modesty that being fucked by Cage Montgomery usually ramped up a girl’s self-esteem.
Taking another drink, I had to say the quality and quantity of food was much better at the Montgomery summer residence than I’d had in my entire life. I felt no qualms eating my fill. It was the least the old man could to do, feed me for one summer. It wouldn’t make up for the days I’d gone to bed hungry as a child. But then, I didn’t know if anything could. Except maybe making sure no kid of mine ever did.
“You can use mine. It’s not the latest, but it will get you on the net and there’s a word processing program—”
“You don’t have to sell it to me. As long as I can get on the sites I need, I’m good.”
She walked across the room and took her backpack from the floor. I noticed that even when she went off with her posse, she took her backpack. I watched as her ass cheeks juggled and wondered if she was wearing a thong. I loved slipping my fingers beneath a woman’s clothes and filling my hand with a plump ass cheek.
When she straightened back up, she was biting her lower lip. I just stared at her, realizing she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She had no fucking idea how much that turned me on. How much I wanted to lean down and suck her full lower lip into my mouth and ravage it with my teeth.
“Spit it out, Sis.”
“I don’t have an anit-virus program. So if you, ‘em—”
“So if I get on my kinky websites, I better be careful and not give you something?”
“I didn’t mean anything.”
“Don’t worry, babe, I’m clean.”
About the Author:
Marie loves anything romance. Give her a story about curvy gals and alpha males and she’s one happy person. She writes what she likes to read. All of her stories feature a big, buffed man who takes one look at the woman meant to be his and falls down on his knees. Each of her stories comes with a happily-ever-after all their own.