Come Close Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

Right down to my balls, I let her have me. Somewhere between the scratches she’s leaving on my back, and the dull thudding, slapping sound and sensation on my shaft and pelvis-region, I feel my balls constrict. In seconds, I’m aware of the telltale rush of my oncoming orgasm. Before I have to worry about whether I should slow down, pull out, or find some other way to delay climaxing — Nora didn’t give me express permission — she whispers, “Oh, Callum! I’m close! So close.” She jerks under her own impending orgasm. “You can go when I go.”

"I was wrong, James. Please let me go." Just then, a rough and masculine voice resounded from outside. "Emily Hill! Don't think that I don't know that you're hiding here! How dare you seek out another man after spending my money, you bitch." The newcomer was the son of a factory owner in town. He kicked the door open, frowning when he laid eyes upon the scene. "I didn't know you liked to mess around with another man's woman, Captain Wesley. "Aren't you afraid of your reputation being dragged through the mud if this gets out? You're about to be married soon.

“I just… I didn’t know you wore glasses.” “Yes. They’re this revolutionary invention that allows us to see exactly what’s in front of us.” I have the sickening feeling he’s not talking about the books. “We’re closing soon,” he says, tone sharp. “If you don’t need something, I’m going to ask that you please leave.” He picks up another book from a nearby stack and adds it to the pile already under his arm. “Ben–” He brushes past me and heads in the opposite direction. “Ben!” He doesn’t turn, but calls over his shoulder. “The library closes in fifteen minutes. Please see yourself out.”

I try to look away, to disappear in the crowd. But then—Melisa calls out. And grabs my arm. Fuck. Fuck! Did she recognize me? No… right? Her hand is on my arm. “Hey! Can I take a picture with you?” she asks, smiling. My heart races. My chest tightens like I’m about to explode. I’m sweating inside the helmet. My legs feel like they’ll collapse. My stomach flips like I’m going to run—or puke. I can’t believe she’s this close. Too close. After twelve fucking years. She lets go of my arm after the photo. She’s still holding a book. And just like that—She slips away again.

Description written in the books can’t be compared to the things people can actually see. As Hans walked closer to that book, he noticed that it was enclosed in a container. It was very preserved and it’s very clear that among all the things inside, it’s the most valuable. Hans’s eyes widened in complete surprise when he saw the title of the book, ‘King Dominique’s Memoirs’

Eva Vergara is built like goddess, and the young writer can't help but feel envious of her. "One of my staff said that you were looking for me?" Eva asked before sitting on a chair in front of the beautiful woman. "Yes, my name is Alison Walker. I'm a writer, and I would love to write a book about you." "About me? Wow, I don't know what to say." "You have a very interesting life story, Eva. A lot of women will learn a very valuable lesson if they will have a chance to know your story." "You're right, of course. I'd love to help you with that book."

“I want to be inside you, Anna, but you have to be really quiet. I don’t want to wake your mother up.” I bit my lip, feeling the rush of too many emotions all at once. He came impossibly closer, the heat from his body driving me insane. His finger replaced mine, stroking my clit once. Just once. It was my undoing. I groaned. Loud. And I heard a door slam shut in the hallway, footsteps approaching. And just then, Andre slid two fingers inside me.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“C'mon man, let me have a look.” My skin brushed with his, and it would take a less observant person not to notice how he stiffened. It's his usual reaction when I'm that close. And that goddamn contact made my dick twitch. Again. “No, man. Back off, reading ain't your thing.” He said, keeping the book completely out of my reach