Novels by J.A DEMI

OUT OF THE BAG Selena. Present. The man on the other side of the door is just as I remember—tall, muscular, and handsome. He looks like some sort of god, standing out there in a three piece suit that probably costs more than my college tuition. Staring at me with the same dark hungry look in his eyes, or maybe it's just a reflection from my eyes. "E-Ethan? What are you doing here?" I try again, after clearing my throat, and rubbing a sweaty hand on my shorts. What is he doing here?I didn't even know he knew my place. I mean, after our midnight rendezvous four weeks ago, in the back of his car of all places, I haven't seen him. Which makes me remember that I'd been too desperate to even wait till we got to a room. His car, Selena! It's not like I haven't been seeing him ever since then. Ethan Spectra is famous. I mean, billionaire, and C.E.O to multiple companies famous. He's someone the tabloids talk about extensively, dissecting his life like it's theirs to handle. In a

IRRESISTIBLE TEMPTATIONSelena. The kiss is brief—the first kiss at least—it's the one after that that stirs trouble. When I press my lips against Ethan's, he immediately freezes, and I think to myself, you’ve really fucked up now. But then, his hands around my waist dip lower, as he pulls away from me, grazing my bare thigh. "Selena?" His voice is deep and husky, and the heat that's been swirling in my belly all the night, finally settles lower. I feel a little dizzy, even though it was just a gentle kiss, and for a while, I'm shaky on my feet. But Ethan holds me, his hold firm and strong. "Are you okay? You must be more drunk than I thought. Let me take you home." I will admit—the disappointment I felt hearing those words were probably a little inappropriate for someone who just left a six months relationship. "I'm not that drunk, Ethan." I think this is the first time I've said the name. Ethan. Even his name is strong and sexy. I've been doomed from the start anyway, and

A FORBIDDEN KISSSelena. My mama used to tell me as a child—and even as an adult—that I say things the way they are. That's because I'm a firm believer that things that are walked around will only end up being a mess. So, most times I blurt out things I should seriously consider keeping to myself. Sue me. I told my ex's dad that I'm no longer with his son. A man who isn't even on good terms with his son. Could I have dodged telling him this? Maybe. After all, he'll never see me after today, and James won't even care if his dad knows about his relationship status or not. Fuck, thinking about James still hurts. I hate the douche bag so much for what he did to me, that I want to wring my own hair out in annoyance. Six months of my life to not feel a connection anymore? But the man in front of me is frowning, a deep frown that mars his excellent features. I feel like straightening his mouth, adjusting those frown lines. I must be more drunk than I gave myself credit for if I'

EXs HOT DADSelena. Four weeks ago. "Tonight, we're getting you out of that depressing mood you've been stuck in." Kate grasps my hand, her bright smile infectious. "I'm not in a depressing mood." I counter, pushing between the crowd of people in the club. She gives me a bored look. "Yeah, I can clearly see that. You've been stuck inside all day because you enjoy your bedroom's scenery." She rolls her eyes. Kate is right. Ever since my breakup with James, I've been choosing to heal in solitude and if she hadn't practically dragged me out of the house, I won't be here. "Did we have to go to a club though?" I ask, as I adjust the strap of my body con spaghetti strapped dress. The bright pink color suddenly makes me feel self conscious. We get to the counter, and I plop myself onto the bar stool. "Yes, Sel. Clubs are fun, and you can meet new people here. It's been a month, you need to forget him. I'm pretty sure he's done the same." I press my lips firmly together, trying to

UNEXPECTED NEWSSelena Positive. I'm pregnant. And my ex-boyfriend's father is responsible. Even as I stare at the thick double lines of the pregnancy strip, I can't believe it. This is such a mess. If I thought my life was fucked before, it just took an even worse turn. Probably four weeks pregnant if I recount the encounter that caused this. Gosh, Selena how could you be so foolish? He's your ex's father for crying out loud! But berating myself seems pretty late now. I press my shaking fingers over my stomach, and inhale a harsh breathe. A life is growing inside of me. My child. Mine and his. God, I've always—I've always wanted a child, a family. My own people.But not like this. Not with this man. This is the one man I shouldn't have a child with—the one man I shouldn't even have touched. Why did this have to happen? The sound of my phone ringing jostles me so much that I drop the pregnancy strip in my hands. It clatters to the floor, and I stare at it, still in a