By Angel de Amor (Guest Blogger)
Thanks Lisabet for hosting me on
your blog today.
I stood on that
block, auctioning my heart to the highest bidder, looking for love in
pretty packages that were only hollow on the inside, while wrapping
my body in sheets of sexual satisfaction. He whispered, you are
pretty and I blush turning five shades of red. Giving unto him every
inch of my being, wanting, needing to be with him, I belonged to him
and he was my soulmate.
I thought I knew
him. His name was Deon. He wore boxers not briefs. He was a Bulls
fan. He was a Scorpio, but little did I know he personified the
definition. Before the auctioneer could slam the gavel, he had run
off with my heart, leaving me dry and confused because I thought he
was the one.
As women we often are left feeling
vulnerable, because we give so much and receive so little. With every
relationship, we give a piece of our heart away, but we never give
up. In almost every female group conversation ultimately the topic of
“How do you know when you find your soul mate?” arises. This
topic ties into my new novel just released May 2013 His Betrayal
Her Lies.
One year ago today, I found myself
sitting down with my two girlfriends discussing relationships. One
of my friends proposed the question, how do you know when you have
found your soul mate? First, I looked up the definition of the word,
since I believe it can mean multiple things. According to Wikipedia,
soul mate is “a person with whom one has a
feeling of deep and natural affinity, love, intimacy, sexuality,
spirituality.”
Being a hopeless romantic, I’m in
love with the idea of just being in love. I believe it’s whomever
you have a great compatibility with, however; that’s only my
opinion. My friend stated she believes if you meet someone and its
love at first sight then that can be your soulmate. Having this
discussion with my friends I found there are many different responses
to this question.
This topic led me to write my first
novel His Betrayal Her Lies. The main character in this book
thought she had found her soul mate and was going to live happily
ever-after. She quickly finds out that people are not what they
seem. Finding out that her finance has skeletons in the
closet, she becomes too tied up with Mr. Wrong to see Mr. Right come
along…possibly her “soul mate.” Sometimes everything
that looks good on surface is not always good for us.
This book could have been easily
written where a woman dated many suitors and finally finds her
soul mate. But I didn’t see the logic in this bland storyline. I
like some controversy, drama, and hot sex. Yes, I write contemporary
romance fiction and women fiction so it’s no limit on how I will
decide to spin a story. However, my storylines are not meant to
offend anyone but merely to peek one’s interest. They are
realistic topics that we are faced with every day whether we choose
to engage in them or ignore them are totally up to us.
I love for my reader’s to be able to
imagine the scenery as they read my book. I want them to feel as if
they are there, and most importantly love the story.
Lastly, I will leave you with this
thought. Love can be what you make it and to whom you make it with.
And with that being said a soulmate can be the same. So, I ask the
question again, to all of you, “How do you know when you find your
soul mate?"
Blurb
His Betrayal Her Lies by Angel de Amor
Sophisticated
Taylor Briggs had her entire life planned out. Engaged to her college
sweetheart, Ari Gallagher, Taylor learns a week before her wedding
that her perfect life is all based on lies and betrayal. But being
the daughter of the Mayor comes at a high price: Taylor’s life is
not her own, and she has no choice but to go forward with the
wedding.
Ari adds deception to
the ultimate sin of unfaithfulness when he fathers a child by another
woman. A string of events places Taylor’s life in danger and into
the arms of the sexiest bachelor in Chicago, Kalon Knight.
Plunging
heart-first into disaster, Kalon, who is short of being a player, has
never believed in love or settling down. He now has his eye set on
making Taylor his next conquest. Little does he know that Taylor is
harboring a secret of her own in this twisted love triangle.
Will Taylor mend
her relationship with her husband Ari and continue to live a lie? Or
will she throw caution to the wind and embark upon a new journey of
finding love with Kalon?
Here’s a little
snippet from His Betrayal Her Lies!!
Excerpt
Taylor
Gallagher knew better, knew that she shouldn’t go through with this
but that twitch between her legs reminded her of all the amazingly
erotic times she had shared with him.
An
hour earlier, Taylor stood daydreaming, looking out the bay window in
her kitchen, glad to be home from a long business trip. “This
tastes so good,” she said aloud as she sipped her wine.
Drink
in hand, she grabbed her purse and headed for the bedroom. The
contents of her overloaded Michael Kors leather handbag rattled
around as she tossed it onto the nightstand next to her bed. The
three-inch heels she had toddled around in all day had worn out their
welcome. She stepped out of them and began undressing, a trail of
clothes marking her path from the bedroom to her master bath.
A
hot bath was just what she needed. That and a few more sips of wine.
After turning the water on full force in a Jacuzzi tub big enough to
hold six people, she peeked back into the bedroom to see where she
left her glass.
“There
you are.” She retrieved the drink and placed it on the bathroom
sink, then delicately submerged herself in the hot bubble bath.
Laying her head against the pillow rest, she felt some of the day’s
tension begin to melt away.
Just
as she closed her eyes and relaxed, her Blackberry sounded off from
the bedroom. At this time of night, it could only be one person. Her
first instinct was to ignore it. But her curious side told her to get
up and read the text message.
Against
her better judgment, Taylor got out of the tub and wrapped a bath
towel around her slender body. She swiftly tiptoed across the floor
and into the bedroom, trying not to let too much water puddle around
her feet. She reached for her purse but thought better of it and
dried her hands before rummaging through the side pocket of the bag.
Retrieving
the phone she pushed the view button. “Hey beautiful, I miss you
and want to see you tonight.”
If
heart rates were measured in miles per hour instead of beats per
minute, hers was going way past the speed limit. She knew she
should’ve pressed delete. But knowing and doing were two different
things.
Shiny
nails clicking against the keys sounded like Morse code as her thumbs
tapped out “I miss you too, babe, and I want to see you.” She
pressed the send button and waited for a reply.
Within
seconds, her phone sounded again. “Can you come tonight, babe?”
Taylor
pushed aside her purse so she could see the nightstand clock.
“Midnight,” she muttered.
She
had no business hooking up with him at all, let alone at this time of
night. But flashbacks of all the things he could do to her body and
the way he made her feel seemed to be calling the shots. “I’ll
see you in forty minutes,” she typed back.
“Okay,
babe. See you soon and please hurry.”
Why
in the world am I doing this yet again? After her last session,
she told herself that was it. But in the past year, her body seemed
to yearn for him constantly. She couldn’t go through a single day
without thinking about his “red light special,” as he called it.
Every time she closed her eyes, he appeared naked and sweaty. All she
wanted—all day, everyday—was him inside of her.
Taylor
tossed her Blackberry onto the bed, looked into her closet, and
debated about what to wear. She always made sure she looked
desirable … delicious … delectable when she visited
him. No particular outfit seemed to jump out at her. But there was no
question about what fragrance to wear: scented rose peach lotion from
Victoria’s Secret.
She
moved to her dresser, opened the bottle, and rubbed the lotion all
over her body, paying special attention to his two favorite places to
nibble—her neck and legs. The butterscotch skin, brown eyes, and
petite body that were reflected in the mirror as she massaged her
legs made her feel extra sexy. She stood and did a little sensual
dance as she opened her underwear drawer, selected a striking red
lace thong, and slipped it up her legs.
Some
teeny devil must have been sitting on her shoulder urging her on.
“Yeah, this thong is all the clothes you’re going to need.” She
pulled her four-inch red pumps out the closet and slid them on her
feet. “Sorry, babies,” she told her aching feet, “but I gotta
look good tonight.”
She
snatched her wallet out of her purse off the nightstand and her
Blackberry off the bed as she walked to the living room closet.
Wrapping up in the long, black, fox fur coat would protect her from
the chilly November weather.
She
punched in the code to activate her house alarm and stepped out the
door. The brisk, windy Chicago air reminded her that she was
virtually naked. She hurried to her silver BMW X5, popped the alarm,
got in, and turned the ignition.
Guilt
began to creep in. Or was it the voice of reason? Whatever it
was, it made her want to go back into the house. She dropped her head
into her hands, shaking it back and forth in disbelief and
disappointment. Her inner voice got on her case. Damn it! What are
you doing, Taylor? You can’t continue to do this to yourself. All
good things do come to an end. But regardless of how the thoughts
resonated, she couldn’t resist the tug at her heart.
She
pulled out of the horseshoe driveway and headed West on I 94; it
was almost as though the BMW had a mind of its own. Her conscience
bothered her again. Turn this car around right now. You said the
last time was the last time. If he finds out your secret, you will
lose him forever.
Taylor
tuned out the nagging thoughts and pressed harder on the accelerator.
A few minutes later, she pulled up to the loft and into his
designated visitor parking space.
“Damn,
I forgot to put on makeup,” she said as she flipped the visor down
and checked her face. Her hair was still semi-wet from her steamy
bath. Fluffing up her reddish brown soft curls would have to suffice.
She took a quick look inside her fur coat, still unable to believe
that she left out the house wearing anything but a thong and heels.
Lord, that man knew how to bring out the untamed part of her! She
pulled her coat closer. “This time will be the last time, I
promise.”
The
clock on the dashboard read 12:45 a.m. She got out before she lost
her nerve, stilettos clacking against the concrete as she walked
across the parking area and up the stairs. When the elevator arrived,
she pulled out her key to the loft.
What
new adventure will he take me on this time? Her pussy was
becoming so wet that if she didn’t stop thinking like this, she
would have to toss her panties before making it upstairs. The numbers
on the screen above her head lit up as the elevator ascended to the
eighth floor.
She
stepped off and turned left down the long, narrow hallway. In front
of Suite 822, she lifted her arm for one delicate knock.
Kalon
slid open the steel door, looking sexy as ever. He had on no shirt,
proudly displaying his six-pack. His jeans rode low on his hips and
he was barefoot.
“Hey,
babe, come on in.” He reached out, grabbed her hand, pulled her
softly into the dim room, and kissed her on the neck.
The
flood gates between Taylor’s legs instantly released. Damn,
there go my sexy panties. He reached for her coat and slowly slid
it off of her shoulders. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she
watched his reaction when he saw she was naked except for the sexy,
now-damp thong.
“Babe,
you did all this for me?”
“Yes.”
Kalon
ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
She
turned to give him a view of her backside. “You ready for me?
’Cause I know I’m ready for you.”
He
pulled her close and nipped at her earlobe. “I thought maybe we
should eat a snack and then go to bed.”
Taylor
stepped back, placed her hands on her hips, and poked out her bottom
lip. She only had a few hours. She intended to make the most of them.
Her hand touched the sensitive area on his chest, and he took in a
sharp breath. “Let’s skip the snack and go to bed.” Hand
sliding down to his navel, she added in a pouty tone, “Now.”
Her
legs straddled his hips as he walked to the bedroom. He nestled his
face in her hair as he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to make
you feel beautiful tonight.”
He
positioned her on his silky red sheets and unzipped his jeans, never
taking his eyes off her body. He bent slightly at the waist and
tugged the skin-tight denim down his hips, unleashing his manhood.
With a strong grip, he stroked it once.
Taylor’s
breathing sped up.
He
slowly came toward her. “Red sheets, red thong,” he softly
groaned, “and red stilettos.” He got on the bed, his body
hovering over hers. “Red is supposed to mean stop. But ain’t
gonna be no stopping tonight. You hear me?”
Melting
into the sheets as he lowered his body onto hers, Taylor responded to
his every move.
“Don’t
ever let this end,” she pleaded and clutched him to her. His
muscular body ground even harder against her.
She
shuddered to think what Kalon would do if he knew her secret: he was
sleeping with a married woman.
About Angel De`Amor
Angel de`Amor is a Chicago native. She has a Bachelor of Science
in Business Administration. As a Senior Accountant for real-estate
companies for the past eleven years, in her day job she focuses on
budgets, reports, and financial statements, and in her free time she
continued to be an avid reader.
Angel’s love of reading began in her early teens, she
started with magazines and short stories, and soon moved into romance
novels. A hopeless romantic, Angel reads at least thirty books a year
and when she finally started to write her own stories, Angel stayed
true to her passion.
Filled with temptation and forbidden love affairs, His
Betrayal Her Lies chronicles the journey of a young woman trying to
live up to everyone’s expectations--her family, friends and
companion—but neglecting to follow her own heart.
Angel
prides herself on writing about everyday issues that face real
people. She is currently hard at work on
Kept Secrets, the sequel to
His Betrayal Her Lies.
Contact Angel
WEBSITE:
www.authorangeldeamor.wordpress.com
TWITTER:
www.twitter.com/angeldeamor30
FACEBOOK:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Angel-de-Amor/562262563793012
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