TITLE: Breaking Spades
AUTHOR: W. Ferraro
RELEASE DATE: February 28th
Cecille “CeCe” Cervetti lives her life by one rule: Never let a man control her heart, ever again.
CeCe has built a life to be proud of--she’s successful in business, and in lust. Men are her playground, to take from, and use to her body’s content. They can only have what she is willing to give, so don't try asking for more.
When an unknown stalker raises the stakes, ripping away her hard won control, CeCe reluctantly seeks help from the first, and last, man she gave her heart to before he vanished from her life--Jarod Gates.
As they struggle to unmask the stalker, CeCe and Jarod learn of each other’s scarred pasts—scars that made them who they are today. But when her body screams for Jarod’s touch, can CeCe manage to keep her control? Or will Jarod make her question the one rule she’s built her life on?
“Can I ask you something?” Jarod asked, now with his full
attention on her. Standing this close to
him, in her bare feet, their height difference was so evident, almost a
“What do you see in Lowell?”
She looked at his straight on blue gaze and suddenly the
room felt small.
“Just tell me, is that what you want? I’m sorry.
face, he’d taken a deep breath before turning back to face her. “From the outside looking in, I don’t like
him with you. He isn’t right for you.”
She should have known he would turn this cordial meal into
anything but. Raising her head praying
for strength and knowing even if it was to come from above she would never wait
“How the fuck do you know who is and isn’t right for me?”
her breasts heaved from the seething shout. Breaking the distance, she poked
his chest again with her index finger emphasizing every word, “you’ve
reappeared in my life what three days ago and all of a sudden you are an expert
on what and who is best for me?”
Grabbing her finger with a gentle hand, he tried to stay
calm, but whenever he is around her fury just explodes out of him, “I don’t
like him with you!”
She laughed a malicious laugh, but didn’t move, “and why the
“Because he isn’t me! Alright?” he shouted.
“You damn well heard me,” he said softer, but closer to
her. Their bodies touched on every
line. “You are just as much affected by
me as I am by you. Admit it.”
“You are fucking insane, that is what you are.” She pulled
away, taking refuge over by her workstation.
“Are you denying it?”
“You are damn right I am!”