When I Become Yours SynopsisThat all ends. Now. Because Ben knows what's holding her back and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants.
Her.
There’s no one else for him and there is definitely no one else for her, not as long as there is a breath left in his body. When she tries to date, Ben quickly ends any and all attempts of her being with someone, other than him.
Follow Ben and Renee through some serious alpha male episodes paired with a side of light hearted humor and steamy encounters, hot enough to make your Kindle fog over!
‘When I Become Yours’ is book two in The Richmond Series but it does not need to be read in order. This is a stand alone book in a series that will follow four girlfriends through their crazy and hilarious antics in addition to their passionate love lives. Each friend will have their own stand alone.
The Richmond Series:
Book One: When I Make You Mine (Anne & Jim) - Out now!
Book Two: When I Become Yours (Renee & Ben) - Out now!
Book Three: When We Become One (Marisa & David) - Soon to be released
Book Four: When I’m Ready (Amber & Brian) - Soon to be released
Excerpt
Squeezing my hand he lets me know he
agrees. It’s been over half an hour since we started holding hands and it
hasn’t felt awkward once. It actually feels...right.
I turn my head to look at him and see at
the exact same time he is quickly turning his head to look at me, as if he is
about to say something, before he quickly looks back to the road.
This sort of unnerves me, “What?”
Since he is focused back on the road, he is
no longer able to focus on me, letting me stare.
“Stop staring at me, I can feel your eyes
boring a hole in my brain.”
His comment surprises me and makes me laugh
outloud. Dang, I was not expecting to be caught ogling him. “Okay, fine I’m
done staring at you. Now you have to answer me, what were you about to say?”
He waits for a few heartbeats before he
answers. “Benny.”
Benny?
I turn to him once again, “Yeah, so? That’s
your name. What’s wrong.”
He pulls my hand towards him, settling it
on his lap, before he answers.“You called me Benny.”
“In the immortal words of Homer Simpson,
‘You’re gonna have to dumb it down a shade for me doc.’”
Smiling as he continues to focus on the
road, he does something that completely gives me what Anne would call, a ‘panty
splash,’ because it’s hot. I was turned on in about zero point two seconds. My
panties, in an obliterated heap of arousal, hence the term ‘panty splash’.
The one move that causes all of this chaos
is nominal in the grand scheme of things, but it packs a mean punch. The move,
happens when he is looking out the windshield, smiling, he tucks his bottom lip
under his front teeth and slowly lets it slide out. Oh, oh so slowly, letting
the tip catch on his teeth for a moment longer.
Thaaaat move.
That move is pretty damn hot in general.
But when this Italian Stallion does it, it sends perfectly sane women to the
nut house, drives nuns to give up their work with God, cure cancer and all
other kinds of stuff. It’s that hot. For me, I won’t lie, I’m a little
verklempt over this move. The cab is getting hotter by the second and I’m not
sure what he has the heat set on, but it is boiling up in here.
“You called me by my nickname.”
When he says this, I am in the middle of
frantically closing all the vents pumping steaming hot air directly into my
already overheated face. “What? Nickname?”
“Yeah, you called me Benny. I don’t think
you’ve ever done that. Only my family calls me Benny.”
I go still, worrying if I crossed an
invisible line, my hands are suspended in air as they get ready to close
another vent. I look at him out of the corner of my eye for a split second,
then back down at the vents, double and triple checking I closed them.
“Ren, stop worrying. I loved it.”
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Rae Daniels Bio
Born in the midwest, Rae
Daniel has been telling stories her entire life. After earning her degree in
History from Old Dominion University, she found her niche in the professional
world as an analyst. In her analytical roll, she found that compiling her research
into “stories” for her upper management team, gave her the confidence to start
to write all the other stories that were running around in her head.
Rae is also the founder of
GetYourSmutOn.com, a romance book review website. Within the first six months
of operation she was being asked to write reviews for independent, USA Today,
and NY Times best selling romance authors from around the world.
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