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Check out this new excerpt for DEAR DIAMOND by Stephie Walls! Add it to your TBR today!
Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone
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Blurb:
One unfortunate decision had bought me a life sentence, serving time alongside the gang I’d worked years to avoid. My affiliation with Union 21 had wreaked havoc all around me.Then came Diamond. In a world filled with neon-pink lights, glitter, and rhinestones, she was a flawless gem. While she didn’t realize her worth, I recognized her value—priceless. I’d stop at nothing to have her, even if that meant going against the most powerful drug lord around. Friends come and go, but Diamond is forever. Excerpt: I didn’t think she’d go through with it, and the deer-in-the-headlights sheen that glistened in her eyes all but confirmed it. Then as quickly as it had arrived, the reluctance disappeared. The fierce demeanor she maintained on stage worked its way from the top of her head, down her spine as she straightened it, and to her toes. Determination set in where hesitation had been. The blue-grey turned to sapphires when she met my stare. I’d swear they were so clear I could see through them. Everything about this woman surprised the hell out of me. She hadn’t cowered behind me when she’d seen her apartment, she didn’t back down from Sam and Jesse, and when she set her mind to see something through, she did. Maybe she compartmentalized the hell out of her life; I didn’t know. All I could be certain of was she faced every challenge head-on. Her standing in front of me now was just further proof. I hadn’t planned for her to actually dance; in fact, that had been the only way I’d gotten into the room without a watchdog. My intention remained to keep her out of harm’s way. On the floor, not only was she exposed to grabby fuckers, but she could be blindsided by anything that came through the door. And while she’d learned to keep her head down, I didn’t think that necessarily translated to her being street smart. If she were, she would have let her ma face her own demons and stayed the fuck away from the likes of Jesse. Her hips swayed as they found the beat to the music another performer used on stage. Nikki kept her eyes trained on mine, except it wasn’t really Nikki who stood before me in nothing other than a G-string and combat boots. She’d escaped into Diamond to pull off this hat trick. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out that she did it each time she took the stage. The edgy, angry girl stomping out her routines while she removed her clothes wasn’t Nikki at all, yet it represented everything she had to hide in the real world…every raw and gritty emotion. It was hard to determine which personality I’d prefer to have in front of me. I understood the necessity for both, and while Diamond was hot as sin, Nikki had a more subtle confidence that I found intriguing. As much as I wanted to let my eyes wander and feel the experience she bestowed upon me, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than maintain eye contact. Diamond worked the small space, and if I hadn’t known better, I would have believed she was a pro, or at the very least had a lot of dance background. She was seductive and alluring, sexy without being trashy, and obviously enjoying the show she put on. Her hands landed on the outsides of my knees, and she slid me forward, opening up my lap. Once she’d given me her back, I allowed my sight to drift down her thin neck to her lean shoulders. Each vertebra of her fluid spine poked at her skin when she moved. I couldn’t resist settling my hands on her hips, just above the tiny strings that kept her front hidden yet exposed her rear end. Each curve was a delicate contrast to the persona she strutted on stage. Even her ass had a supple roundness that was soft and inviting. She spread her legs and came closer, leaving no room between the two of us. I had no idea how her thighs didn’t burn with slightly bent knees, or how she moved so slowly it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. But as her hips undulated over my lap, my cock responded. There was zero possibility she couldn’t feel my length between her lips, even with jeans between us. I was rock hard, and I’d bet if I reached down, she’d be wet. Her arousal hit my nostrils, and instinctively, my fingertips dug into her flesh. Diamond moaned in genuine pleasure, and my eyes rolled back in my head when she dropped more of her weight on top of me. The friction only exacerbated my erection, and I’d almost reached the point that I didn’t give a fuck where we were or who might be watching. She’d driven me to the point where keeping my eyes open was a near impossibility, and talking shit was on the tip of my tongue. I forced the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her tight little body from my mind and tried to enjoy the performance. I was successful when she leaned against my chest, and I tallied a win as she rubbed her hands on my inner thighs. But when she spun around, straddling my cock and rested her forearms on my shoulders, I nearly shot my load. Every fantasy I’d had tucked away flooded my mind, and Diamond played the lead role in every scene. Her pert nipples grazed my thin shirt, and my mouth watered at the thought of taking each one between my lips, sucking on them until she cried out my name. I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting past her collar bones and rippled sternum to her heavy tits, full and perky. My hands grazed her ribs as they moved up her sides, and my thumbs caressed the swell of her C-cup. She didn’t stop me; hell, she didn’t even hesitate. Her lids fluttered, and her head fell back. Diamond enjoyed giving me the show as much as I enjoyed watching it. 
Bestselling author, Stephie Walls is a lover of words--the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, and Magoo (in no preferential order). She would thrive on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it's not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she's one happy girl.
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