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Forbid Me
 (The Good Ol' Boys #2)

by
M. Robinson

Cover Model: Kevin Lajeunesse 

Cover Design: The Final Wrap

~ Synopsis ~

It was only a matter of time until the truth came out. 

I never thought it would come to this… 

I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend's sister. 

If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was… 

Lillian Ryder

Standalone within a series. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Strong language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18.

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~ Excerpt ~

I took a moment when I was fully inside of her, leaning back to take a good look at her, wanting to remember her just this way, always. Her long silky brown hair spread all over my sheets, the way her cheeks were slightly flushed and how the blush crept down to her neck, how her lips were swollen from my touch and her serene eyes glazed over.

So beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

So fucking mine.

I placed a soft kiss on the pulse on her neck, loving the feel of it beating against my lips. Her dark brown eyes watched me adoringly as I took what I needed. What she gave. I peered up at her and she shyly smiled while I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking her perfect round nipple into my mouth, making her moan. I fucking loved it when she moaned.

It made my cock twitch inside her.

“Jacob, come up here. I want to feel all your weight on me.”

I placed my body completely on hers, like I knew she loved, caging her in with my arms around her head so that my hands could caress her face. My torso touching her chest and my legs firmly locked beside hers. Every time I thrust in she could feel the mass of my body movement, inclining her a little higher each time. I softly kissed her, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue as it weaved with hers. Savoring the velvety feel of my mouth claiming hers, thrusting in and out of her tight wet core a few times before I pulled away needing to look into her eyes again. I loved seeing every emotion I felt through her gaze. It mirrored every feeling that was displayed inside of me, to a degree I never quite understood, but I didn’t care because it was there. It was for me.

Just. For. Me.

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This is the second installment in the Good Ol’ Boys Series but can be read as a standalone.  But why would you want to miss out on the first book, Complicate Me.  This is Jacob and Lilly’s story and it’s one of those taboo relationships….falling for your best friend’s sister.  But how can it be wrong when it feels so right?

Jacob and Lilly have wanted each other for a long time, but had too much happened and too much time passed for them to every have their chance?  Oh, the anticipation…..angst.  I love angst and let me tell you we get plenty but once they gave in to their feelings it was unstoppable. Their need for one another was all consuming.  It was easy to get lost between the pages with them waiting to see what was next.

I love that this story was told in alternating point of views in both past and present without getting lost in translation.  M. Robinson does a wonderful job of exploring the taboo topic of young undeniable love wrapping the story in a nice little bow leaving you wanting more of her characters.   Be on the lookout for Dylan & Aubrey’s story coming soon. 

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~ About the Author ~

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.  

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Forbid Me
 (The Good Ol' Boys #2)

by
M. Robinson

Cover Model: Kevin Lajeunesse 

Cover Design: The Final Wrap

~ Synopsis ~

It was only a matter of time until the truth came out. 

I never thought it would come to this… 

I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend's sister. 

If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was… 

Lillian Ryder

Standalone within a series. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Strong language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18.

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~ Excerpt ~

The soft strumming of a guitar immediately assaulted my senses, but that wasn’t what made the hair at the end of my arms stand at attention. I closed my eyes needing to check my emotions and the thoughts that attacked my mind at rapid speed.

One right after the other.

They were disastrous and unforgiving.

The strumming of the guitar was effortless and defined. I would recognize it anywhere. No one could play like she could.

No one.

That voice…

It was smooth like silk but raw enough to give you chills.

That song…

Would be a permanent reminder of what I lost.

That night…

Would forever haunt me. My days and nights.

God… I couldn’t think of that night without my cock getting hard and the shame engulfing me almost simultaneously. Metallica’s lyrics of Nothing Else Matters took me back to another time, another place, where I pretended that she was mine…

I was always hers.

Always.

Her face…

Her eyes…

Her body…

I remembered it all, and I hadn’t even looked up to see her. I didn’t have to. She was engrained in my mind. In my heart. In my soul.

She sang the chorus over again with the emotions bleeding off the strings of her guitar and her voice. The guitar solo followed making the crowd scream and cheer for her talent. Her energy was fucking contagious, it always had been. I felt it all around me even though I still hadn’t opened my eyes to take her in. I knew she was biting her fucking lip, it didn’t matter how many damn times I told her she was going to bite it off. I’d memorized the feel of her lips against my mouth the way I’d take that same goddamn lip and bite on it myself.

Wanting a piece of her.

Needing a piece of her.

Her voice dropped to a soft tone, as did her guitar. The song ended and the crowd went even more wild and ravenous for her.

“Well, hello there fucking Nashville!”

They hollered higher and louder. She always knew how to work a crowd.

“Welcome to Bootleggers! Who’s gettin’ fucked up tonight?”

“Yeah!” they shouted.

“Who’s gettin’ fucking laid tonight?”

They shouted again, whistling and clapping that time. I shook my head with a smile I didn’t bother trying to hide.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Down and dirty in the fuckin’ South!” she yelled in the same southern drawl she hated as a child.

“I’m going to take a little break—”

“Booooooo!”

She giggled and my cock twitched.

“I know, darlins’, I’m too fucking pretty to look at. I’ll be back, I promise! In the meantime buy me a fuckin’ shot! My name’s Kid.”

I immediately looked up, right at her. I swear to God my chest seized and she literally took my goddamn breath away. Wearing short daisy dukes and a miniscule shirt that had “Whiskey Makes Me Frisky” written across her breasts. The damn thing looked like it was as old as me. Her entire stomach bare, her belly button now pierced and her long dark hair cascading down her back, almost touching her ass. The tiny frame that I fucking loved was still the same, but she looked grown up. Older. Her legs, her fucking legs. I remembered them wrapped around me and I had to shake my head to erase the images that had my cock hard and my heart heavy.

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~ About the Author ~

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.  

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Complicate Me
 (The Good Ol’ Boys #1)

by
M. Robinson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 14, 2015

Cover Design: Rebecca Marie at The Final Wrap

~ Synopsis ~

It was complicated, it was also just the beginning.

A decision.

A simple choice.

There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.

A different life.

It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.

Pretending was better than knowing the truth...

I. Ruined. Us.

I had her.

I lost her.

I love her.

All I did was complicate us.

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I just couldn’t stay mad at him.

He made it absolutely impossible for me not to laugh and he knew it, too. Which only made it worse. It was like adding fuel to the fire, making it bigger and wider with each flare of gasoline. When I saw that he didn’t turn down my street and kept riding in the direction of our abandoned house, I smiled.

There was no helping that either.

The times that he chose to be with me over the boys warmed my heart, especially when he preferred me to surfing.

We parked our bikes behind the house and ran up the stairs. Over the last few months we had turned it into our own little paradise, bringing blankets and pillows to throw on the floor, candles for when it got dark, and sometimes Lucas would even bring in wood from outside to turn on the fireplace. We had magazines, board games, snacks and water. Everything we needed was there.

I loved it.

He handed me a bottled water to drink and then I passed it back to him so he could, too. I laid down on the blankets and pillows and beheld the vaulted ceilings with a content sigh.

“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about over there?” he questioned, sitting down facing me.

“How much I love this place.”

“Good.”

“I want to get married here.”

“What?” he chuckled.

“You heard me. I want to have my engagement party here and I want to get married here. And then I want to buy this house and raise a family here,” I firmly stated.

“Aren’t you a little young to think about stuff like that?”

“No. I think about stuff like that all the time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm hmm…”

“Who you marrying?”

I immediately held his amused gaze. “What?” It was my turn to say.

“You heard me,” he replied, throwing my own words back at me. “Who you marrying?”

“Oh…” I breathed out. “I don’t know.”

He raised his eyebrow but didn’t call me out on my lie. “Don’t you think that maybe you should experience things first?”

“How do you know I haven’t?” I provoked, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face.

“Because I know.”

“Whatever.” I looked away.

“You want to know how I know?”

I kept my stare on the tray ceilings, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, and hoping that it would calm the fluttering feeling I had suddenly formed in my belly. I shrugged because I couldn’t speak; it would giveaway how I felt.

“I know because I would remember it, just like I remember our first experience. The same one that’s hanging around your neck.”

My heart pounded with each word that fell from his mouth.

“Do you want me to?”

“Do I want you to what?” I replied, already knowing what he meant but needing to hear him say it.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He paused to let his words sink in. “Really kiss you?”

My mouth parted and my chest rose and descended with each breath I took. I found myself nodding before I gave it anymore thought, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that screamed at me that this was a bad idea. He bent forward and rested on his hands and knees, his face, his lips, coming toward me and making me tightly shut my eyes.

Waiting.

A million thoughts went through my head, but the moment I felt his lips on mine they were all gone in an instant…

Nothing else mattered at that moment. 

~ About the Author ~

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.  

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