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IMPULSES

by V. L. Brock

Genre: adult contemporary/erotic/suspense romance

Release date: 18th February 2014

Synopsis:

“The day we first met, you said, ‘Before we begin’. Well, that was the beginning…it was the beginning of us.”

After a disastrous end to a far less than perfect relationship, twenty-four year old, Samantha Kennedy has traveled the path of promiscuity in order to strive for affirmation of her desirability. Unknown to her, Samantha’s beliefs of the world of men, is about to chart a new course when she begins a new position at reputable law-firm, Wentworth and Associates, and sets her eyes on her boss, San Francisco’s tall, dark and handsome, renowned lawyer, Hayden Wentworth.

After suffering the aftermath of his first love and having his heartbroken, thirty-one year old, Hayden Wentworth has lived the past year in black and white. Haunted by demons as a result of the torment he has endured, Hayden’s bleak world is about to be revived by his attractive new secretary and sexual predator, Samantha Kennedy.

Emotions that the pair long ago abandoned to save themselves any further heartache are unearthed, but should love ever be considered as a game of Russian roulette?

If they are to come together, Samantha and Hayden must relive their pasts in order to bury them for once and for all.

But what happens when you fall deeply and desperately in love with someone who has the traits of the one person who you strive every day to hate and resent?

Cover Design: Deborah Bradseth of Tugboat Design

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Excerpt:

“I can’t do this, Hayden.” With a faint shake of my head, I slip my hand from under his.

“What do you mean? What can’t you do? I don’t understand,” he confesses with dubious creases marring his brow.

“I can’t be what you want me to be. I’m not that person.”

“I don’t believe that. What you are saying right now is out of fear…fear of experiencing something which could fail, which could hurt.”

“Excuse me?” I seethe. “How dare you? You have no idea…you don’t know me.”

He fists his hands through his hair and I see his eyes harden. “For God sake, Samantha, that is my point. I want to get to know you. I want you to give me a chance.” He lowers his hands back onto the table between us and cocks his head. “I want to know your likes and dislike, your favorite color, your guilty pleasures.” Extending his arm, the tips of his fingers softly skims over my own. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall victim to the tingles that immediately shoot up my arm. When I open them again, he has already drawn in his lower lip, his perfect teeth sinking into the pink flesh before letting it roll free. “I want to know who is hiding beneath this makeup…I want to know what it’s like to wake up next to you in the mornings.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Wentworth, you have no idea what you are talking about. You say that I am not surrendering because of fear, that I am using this, ‘I don’t need love’ ego to cover up the fact that I fear getting hurt…do you know what––” I shift to the edge of the pew and lean in across the table. I am greeted by his delicious scent and my stomach cinches. “––Damn fucking right I fear it. An animal gets burned when it goes into a fire; it evolves to finally realize that you stay the fuck away from it, no matter how enticing it may be. Fear is what makes you human; it’s what keeps you alert. It’s what keeps you––”

“––Running. Fear is what keeps you running. Dammit, Samantha,” he barks and the cutlery jingles and rattles against the china of the plates as he slams his hands down on the table in irritation.
Seeing this insistent, demanding side to him is doing absolutely nothing for defense. It just makes me want to pin him up against the booth, straddle his hips and force my tongue into his mouth to shut him up.

“I know fear––trust me, I really do. I stared it in the face the day you walked through my office doors, the first contact when you shook my hand. I felt that fear last night. My God, I’m feeling it right now. But I’m not running from it, because it is you. I am running towards my fear, Samantha…I’m running towards you.”

“Regardless, of fear and revelation, of going against your psychological defenses, Hayden––I just can’t. You are too much of a nice guy for me to tangle you up in the fuck-up web that is my life. I can’t hurt you like that…and I will not hurt you like that.” I recover my clutch purse that rests to my left on the pew and begin slipping myself out of the booth. “I’m sorry, Hayden. Thank you…for everything.” I push past the lump in my throat, and brusquely nod my appreciation for the chance that he gave me at work, for the flowers, and in all honesty, just for him being a genuinely charming, gorgeous, generous, and considerate man.

His mouth has fallen open in bewilderment and he looks on with hooded eyes. With every nuance of strength I have, I direct it solely on fighting the part of me that actually wants to stay, the part that wants to face that fear and walk towards the hot, entrancing flames of the fire in hope that I won’t get burned. But that’s just sheer naivety.

With the hefty sphere of reluctance forming in my chest, I will myself to pull my gaze away and flee from the booth, from the restaurant––from Hayden, not daring to even glance back, in fear of destroying us both, if I did.