Break Even by Lisa De Jong - cover reveal

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◊◊ Break Even by Lisa De Jong - Author ◊◊

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26837008-break-even

Blurb: 

My story isn’t a love story … not the typical kind anyway.

As a lawyer, I’m used to discovery, but I never saw this one coming.

Every day, River gives me ten reasons to stay away, and then eleven reasons why I can't. Our relationship was to remain strictly business, or at least I tried.

Four years of marriage, and everything with Cole has changed. I never knew two people who lived together could be so distant. But I’m not ready to give up on him.

One man wants to break me.

The other is just trying to get even.

Both are lying to me.

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EXCERPT:

I ache to be touched … to feel wanted. His fingers reach mid-thigh,

and I close my eyes. His fingertips circle my upper thigh, slowly inching my

skirt up. Desire radiates. He caresses everywhere but there as I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a moan. 

I’m pathetic. I imagine him touching me there. I imagine pulsing around his fingers. I imagine pulsing around him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking me from my erotic dream.

The truth will come with consequences. He won’t let me forget my next word.

“You,” I breathe, still feeling the physical effects of his touch.

His finger slides along my panties. “Do you want me to touch you here? I’d fuck you for hours, beautiful, and when I was done, no one else would ever be enough.”

“River,” I moan, his finger tracing the line of lace.

“I’d show you heaven and hell all in one night. Is that what you want, Marley? Do you want me to fuck you?”

I grip the door handle like it’s my lifeline, unable to speak. Instead, I open my eyes and stare at his profile. There’s so much I don’t know about River, but for some damn reason I need him. He’s a magnet. I’m nickel.

He wants me.

I need to feel wanted.

Days of loneliness, and he’s filled each one. He stops along the side of a quiet street, pouring rain now making it impossible to see more than a few inches in front of the car. It’s too hot. I feel too much … too much desire … too much guilt. It whirls until I can’t take it.