An emotional story of love and betrayal. This story sucks you in and keeps you going to the last page. Jealousy encompasses a wide range of emotions from anger to love, sadness to happiness. It also showcases a long lasting friendship between Heather and Justin. I enjoyed reading this book and hope you will too.
Jealousy , a stand-alone novel
He’s the shoulder she leans on. He worships her. She shields and protects him. He watches over her. They’re soul mates for life. They’re not lovers; they’re best friends. Their struggle to find someone who can handle their intense bond is met with a roller coaster of raw emotion, loyalty and heartache. Follow their journey to find love.
Hailed as Will and Grace meets Sex and the City, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.
When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It’s only a matter of time, however, before jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter’s true feelings emerge. He starts drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage.
Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.
“Feel the soft petals against your skin.” Tyler’s voice was soft and seductive. “Clear your head and don’t think of anything except the flower. Visualize it in your mind. See the deep blood red pigment of the rose. See it touching your body.”
It was surprisingly erotic and made Justin yearn for deeper physical contact. It was hard to lay still. His hand searched the bed and slid across the silk sheets until it found Tyler’s thigh.
“Keep your hands flat on the bed.” Tyler removed Justin’s hand from his leg. “Let me touch you.”
Tyler gently ran the flower across Justin’s chest, down his right arm, then down his left. The flower traced each finger from the knuckle to its tip. Next, Tyler slowly glided it down the length of Justin’s legs, one at a time.
Neither one spoke. The only sound in the room was Justin’s breath, deepening with each caress of the silky rose against his bare skin. The flower found its way back to the center of his chest. It made small circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. His nerve endings were standing at attention. They were over-sensitized and over-stimulated. His entire body was tingling. A sweet aroma filled his nostrils and caused him to wrinkle his nose. It was the flower.
“That’s it,” Tyler whispered. “Let your senses experience the pleasures.”
The rose traveled across Justin’s throat and traced the outline of his collarbone. It ran down his sternum and slowly outlined each one of his ribs. Normally it would have tickled, but this flower was magical. It was a wand filled with delight, bestowing joy and bliss, mingled with rapture.
All of Justin’s senses were heightened. They were alive. It was as if he was using them for the first time. He not only felt the flower, but he heard it as it glided across his skin. The sweet scent of the rose grew stronger, or lighter, depending upon its proximity to his nose. The flower jumped to his ankle, floated over his calf, and lingered on his thigh. The soft, velvety petals settled in the area where his thigh met his hip. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers were igniting his flesh with sensations of grandeur. Then it was gone. It was no longer touching him. He yearned for it, and silently begged for its return. He lusted for the touch of a flower.
Heather tilted her face up into the hot spray of water and pushed her fingers through her wet hair. She closed her eyes while her subconscious drafted off and replayed the previous evening with Nick in her head. The rumble of the shower doors abruptly startled her back to reality, and Nick stepped inside to join her. She turned toward him and folded her arms in front of her body to shield the scars from her accident.
“Stop doing that.” Nick took her arms and placed them around his waist and kissed her amidst the steamy water.
They lathered and washed each other, slowly, sliding the soapy water over the curves of each other’s body. It was sensual, not sexual. His kiss penetrated her mouth, while the water pelted off her back and splashed onto him. Her hand traveled over his sleek wet chest, and just when it was about to travel further downward, he removed it from his body and kissed the palm of her hand. He stepped out of the shower, unfolded the large bath towel and held it open for her. She looked at him quizzically for a moment before exiting the shower.
Nick wrapped the bath sheet around the both of them and hugged her close to him. She felt familiarity in his arms—warmth and security. They stood on the plush bath mat with their naked bodies pressed against one another. Nick held her in his arms without moving or making a sound. He left her with a gentle kiss and the towel, and strolled into the bedroom to dress.
Heather’s eyes followed his bare, round butt cheeks as he walked away from her, and she realized that she was beginning to fall for him. Her defense mechanism kicked in, and she reminded herself that she barely knew him . . . and he was young. She wondered how old he was, maybe 29 or 30. He was probably only still here for sex. After yesterday, why else would he be here? But he just passed up a perfect opportunity in the shower. He was visibly aroused, and she was clearly receptive. They could have easily had a third encounter, but he didn’t pursue it, and now they were going to breakfast.
Nick looked up from buttoning his jeans, and they shared a smile.
She brushed the incident off, resumed drying herself with the towel and quickly dressed in anticipation of spending more time with him. She wanted to find out what lurked behind that sensitive and arousing smile.
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Jenna Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God’s Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.
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