FEEL ME
O'Brien Family #4
Cecy Robson
Releasing May 23, 2017
RT Book Reviews proclaims that the O’Brien Family series from award-winning author Cecy Robson “has the hottest brothers ever!” And in FEEL ME, Declan, the sexy, driven powerhouse meets the one woman immune to his charm . . .
Declan O’Brien was always driven to take his place among Philly’s elite, working hard for everything he’s earned, including the title of Assistant District Attorney. He’s won seemingly impossible cases, so he’s furious when he’s assigned to lead the one unit he doesn’t want.
Melissa Fenske was born hearing impaired to a neglectful mother, finding solace when she was adopted by a young attorney, now Declan’s boss. As the current Director of Victim Services, Melissa’s livid when Declan is placed in the main unit she oversees. She can’t forget their disastrous first encounter. Or shake how he makes her feel.
Declan considers the assignment another step toward his political aspirations, despite that he can’t get Melissa out of his mind. Melissa sees Declan as egotistical and self-serving, kicking herself for how fast she’s falling for him. Someone as hot, smooth, and perfect as Declan isn’t supposed to want her.
In another situation with any other woman, Declan wouldn’t hesitate to take Melissa to bed. But she is the boss’s daughter, and for once, Declan finds himself wanting more than just a one night stand.
Neither counted on each other. Both just met their match.
Declan O’Brien was always driven to take his place among Philly’s elite, working hard for everything he’s earned, including the title of Assistant District Attorney. He’s won seemingly impossible cases, so he’s furious when he’s assigned to lead the one unit he doesn’t want.
Melissa Fenske was born hearing impaired to a neglectful mother, finding solace when she was adopted by a young attorney, now Declan’s boss. As the current Director of Victim Services, Melissa’s livid when Declan is placed in the main unit she oversees. She can’t forget their disastrous first encounter. Or shake how he makes her feel.
Declan considers the assignment another step toward his political aspirations, despite that he can’t get Melissa out of his mind. Melissa sees Declan as egotistical and self-serving, kicking herself for how fast she’s falling for him. Someone as hot, smooth, and perfect as Declan isn’t supposed to want her.
In another situation with any other woman, Declan wouldn’t hesitate to take Melissa to bed. But she is the boss’s daughter, and for once, Declan finds himself wanting more than just a one night stand.
Neither counted on each other. Both just met their match.
I wish I
didn’t want to drag my hands along her gorgeous curves or taste that pouty
mouth But I do. Just like I want feel her body pressed against mine.
Shit. What
the hell is wrong with me? As pissed as I was about being placed in SACU
yesterday, I woke up hard this morning. Hard for Melissa. Melissa, who can
barely stand being in the same room as me.
My eyes
scrunch tight as I try to shake away the dream I had about her. We were at a
black tie event, the kind where waiters walk around with silver trays packed with
champagne and anyone who’s anyone in politics works the room flexing their
egos. I was supposed to give some kind of speech. I opted out, returning my
place with Melissa’s hand tight in mine.
We had sex
in my living room. I can’t remember ever having a dream this graphic. She lay
over my leather ottoman on her hands and knees, the skirt of her black beaded
gown hiked up to her waist, my mouth buried against her. I tugged off my jacket
and tie, managing to pop open the front of my shirt before I couldn’t take it
anymore and shoved my pants and briefs down to my ankles.
In those
romance movies women like to watch, my thrusts would have been slow and sweet.
But there was nothing slow or sweet about what we did. It was sexy, primal; me
grunting hard and her hips circling fast. Her hair fell in messy waves around
her heated face as she clamped down, turning her head enough to see me, and
show me the sexy way she bites down on her bottom lip.
I wasn’t a
gentleman in my dream. I was the epitome of an alpha claiming what belongs to
him. She loved it, calling out my name and begging me to go faster.
My problem
is, I loved it too. A little too much.
I groan,
thinking about how hot she made me and entertaining why she made me so hot.
Melissa is different. Curvy hips, round perky ass, with what I’m guessing are
some serious double-Ds. I usually date the model types, those who spend more
time on their hair, shopping, and make-up and less time on anything that really
matters. Why? Because they’re not looking for anything serious, and neither am
I.
When I take
a long hard look at all the political giants I know, every last one of them has
a devoted wife, looking adoringly back at them―standing by them, raising their
children, spearheading charities, and working tirelessly on their husbands’
campaigns―usually alongside the skanks their husbands are fucking when they’re
not around. I’m not exaggerating. It’s what men of power are almost expected to
do. But I swear to Christ, I’m not going to be one of them.
Cecy
Robson is
an award-winning author of magical realms and to-die-for Alpha heroes. A double
RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and published author of more
than sixteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop or stumbling
blindly in search of caffeine.
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