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416 pages, Paperback
Published August 28, 2024
Hannah Brixton is a contemporary romance author who lives with her husband, three children, and two cats on beautiful Vancouver Island in British Columbia, Canada.
A self-proclaimed word nerd, Hannah has a long-standing love of language. Having studied linguistics and psychology, she’s fascinated by how language evokes emotion and human connection. Writing romance was something Hannah toyed with for years before actually taking the plunge, immediately discovering a whole world of joy in the creation of love stories.
Hannah loves writing neurodivergent characters and hopes to normalize mental health struggles through her writing. Her books are steamy romantic comedies with more serious topics woven throughout—romantic dramedies, perhaps—always filled with heart, spice, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
In her spare time, Hannah loves to read, listen to podcasts, and sing along loudly to music that embarrasses her children.
“Go put on that red lipstick you have…I want that color ringed around the base of my cock when we’re done.”
“And I need to know… When I come…”- he pauses, grunting softly when I tighten my grip- “where do you want it? Do you want it…”- he pauses as he traces a finger between my breasts-“here?” Slowly, he slides his finger lower, moving it down my stomach. “Here?” Reaching between my legs, he presses against my clit through my shorts. “Here? Or maybe…”- he pauses, reaching back up to push two fingers between my lips-“here?”
I suck them with a needy moan.
“Oh my fucking God, Ada,” he almost groans. “You gonna let me come in your mouth?”
“Because I love watching you like this: my cock between your gorgeous red lips, knowing your greedy little cunt is soaking those panties.”
With a muffled whine, I take him deeper again.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he rumbles.
I inhale sharply, gripping his forearm as he wipes up the cum slipping down my inner thigh and rubs it into my clit, then pushes it back inside me. “That goes back where it belongs,” he rasps.
“Let it out. I want every fucking moan, every gasp, every whimper…Never wanna forget how you sound with my cock buried inside you.” I thrust in again. “Exactly”- and again-“where it fucking belongs.”