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Book Promo: FEAR OF HEIGHTS (HEIGHTSBOUND #2) by MARA WHITE

April 30, 2015

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Synopsis

What are you willing to sacrifice for love?

Your family? Your freedom? What about your life?

She’s a wealthy, forty-three-year-old Upper East Sider with a PhD – He’s a twenty-three-year-old Dominican drug dealer from Washington Heights.

Kate Champion always did exactly what was expected of her. She was the perfect wife, the perfect mother – until the day she met Jaylee Inoa.

Their journey travels a path riddled with danger, deceit, scandal and loss – where nothing is at it seems. Yet Kate and Jaylee’s passion for one another remains nearly unstoppable.

Will this daring pair of lovers from two different worlds triumph over circumstance? Can they deny the past in their quest to be together? Or is fear the ultimate navigator – a force more powerful than love?

Warning: Fear of Heights is not a standalone novel and must be read as book two in the Heightsbound series, after Heights of Desire. This book contains descriptions of: gang activity, graphic sex, violence, dubious consent, unprotected sex, infidelity, infidelity and more infidelity, questionable parenting and some dialogue in Spanish without translation.

Excerpt

But I’m strangely immune to everything in this moment except for this man, the recognition in his face—and his base and unconcealed need for me. My own desire is sweet and delicious, seeping into my bloodstream, blocking out everything else, offering me precious relief. I know I didn’t come for sex—but now I can’t remember what I came for.

All I feel is honeyed desire that promises to drown me and suffocate the hurt, and oh, how I long to be drowned! If each breath hurts, I no longer want to breathe. But if you make love to me, maybe then I can just be.

His hand slides down from my waist to the curve of my hip, signaling his intentions. He pulls me into the building, away from the street, but just a few feet from where the corner boys were gathered. He speaks to me, his voice echoing throughout the foyer and its grubby glass. He’s asking questions. I don’t bother to answer. Please. We don’t have to speak.

I register nothing but his greedy hands all over me, his mouth converging with mine. In his kiss I search deeply for some delicate connection to Jaylee. A thin thread of memory, because once, this man bore witness to our love.

“I saw you were missing on the neighborhood fliers. Now it’s your sister on the news.”

This almost pulls me out. But I won’t let it; I’m too far-gone to let go of my one single chance at oblivion.

“I don’t want you to talk to me, please. I just want you to take me. Make it hurt if you can—maybe it will help me—stop me from hurting.”

I don’t care if he thinks I’m crazy.

I look into his eyes pleadingly. His are afire but they grow distant at this. The distance signals to me that this man is in control. That’s what I want; it’s precisely what I need.

He pulls me into a small, dingy elevator and I place my hands on his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. I definitely don’t want to look at him. His hands are rough; he’s grabbing my ass, and begins biting and sucking on my neck. I want him to stop, but deep inside I’ve already given him permission. Knowing how quickly I surrendered, the victory cannot taste very sweet.

He smells so unfamiliar to me, like a complete stranger, and it spikes my adrenaline higher. His hand slips inside my pants; he brushes his fingertips along my sex, and I quake involuntarily against him. I’m ashamed of how wet I already am.

I gasp for air as soon as we leave the elevator. He pulls me down a long corridor to the very last apartment, and digs deep into his jeans pocket until he comes up with keys. He opens the door into a wide living room that smells strongly of fresh paint. There is an elderly man perched on a plastic-covered sofa, wearing only boxers and an undershirt, staring vacantly at a television.

“Papá,” says the young man from the park-house, “Te va’ a morir de frío.” He quietly covers him with a faded fleece blanket from the back of the couch, tucking it around his legs to make sure it won’t slip off.

This display of compassion is too much for me; I don’t want to be this person who’s so full of need.

The old man slowly moves his gaze from the muted television screen to me and mouths the word, “Buenas,” his lower lip trembling with age.

I shouldn’t have come here.

A sob escapes me and I fall to my knees. Ideal swoops in and grabs me gruffly, lifting me like a package over his shoulder. He’s likely determined not to lose this fragile fuck that is quickly deteriorating over unforeseen events.

“Let me go!” I shout. He kicks open a door and tosses me onto a low bed, and my body bounces and jerks in weak protest.

“I don’t want you. I want to die,” I wail, swallowed by misery.

“Shut the fuck up. I remember you. I know what you need,” he answers, stripping down.

I pull my knees to my chest and look away out the window toward the fire escape. The sky is dark. The pigeons are asleep. I’m not sure I can go through with this. I don’t really know sex without love. I’ve fought to get back so many times now. It makes no sense to be seeking out places from which I can never return. Dark, dark places. Slow, slow burn.

“Hey,” he calls gently.

And I reluctantly turn my head to look at him. He’s naked and magnificent, his hard cock gripped ruthlessly in his hand. I do want his hands on me. I especially want his mouth. But I don’t know how to ask for it, and I am so incredibly ashamed. I roll onto my stomach and groan.

He reaches down and grabs me roughly underneath the armpits, pulling me until I’m kneeling on the bed, his stunning erection hot against my cheek. I press my body into his in desperation and he guides my mouth to exactly where he wants it to go.

I can lose myself in this. I can easily forget. His hands are rough, and they tug wildly in my hair. He pulls and yanks my head as he takes my mouth fast and hard. I shouldn’t like it, but I do. Something about the harshness and urgency speaks to the depths of me—it communicates with my own raw, emotional state. I suck and lave and take him as deeply as I can, trying to syphon some drop of my own pleasure from his pleasure.

This is reckless abandon. I suddenly and profoundly understand what that means.

He drags me up along his body and smashes his mouth into mine. It’s hot and foreign to me, kissing a stranger. I kiss him back with a longing that borders on pathology. I seek in the depths of this kiss some remote and ephemeral connection to Jaylee. A thin silver thread. Anything it could possibly mean to have this man bear witness to our love—to have shared it, in some way. If what he retains is no more than a momentary snapshot I’ll take it. I’ll take absolutely anything I can get.

He pulls my hair back and bites into the tender flesh of my neck, right below my ear. His hands find the clasp of my jeans and he undoes them and pushes them down to my knees. His hands capture my ass possessively and his breath comes heavy on my neck.

“Get on your stomach and stick your ass in the air,” he says.

I do as I’m told.

He doesn’t even bother with my breasts. That’s fine with me. I’m not here for romance; I am here in hopelessness. I’m here in a furious desperation, to rid myself of this need.

“You look fucking hot like that. I can’t blame Inoa for getting hooked when I see you like that.”

I flip around, almost falling because my knees are tethered together with my jeans. I sit up quickly and slam the base of my palm straight into his chin.

“Fuck!” he bellows, reeling back and gripping his chin defensively. His gaze on me intensifies. He likes the fight. His erection swells more, his desire heightened by my reaction. Then he’s on me like lightning, and I’m flailing, my arms hitting at the air as much as they’re hitting him. He crushes me down onto the mattress and pins both of my arms at my sides, my face millimeters from his.

“¡Shit, Diablo, Mami! ¿Tú quiere’ o no?”

“Don’t talk about him. Don’t even say his name!”

I’m crying and choking and sobbing, all the while still bucking against his body and trying to wrestle free from his weight.

“Dime que tú no quiere’ y te suelto!” he says.

But I can’t tell him no, because the truth is that I do want him. I need him. And despite trying to throw him off, my hips are grinding against his, and I’m soaked with my own contemptible desire. Drowning in my own ghastly need.

I relax my body for an instant and he lays his mouth on mine. I respond all too eagerly to his kiss. I take his tongue and thrust mine just as deeply into his hungry mouth. I hate him and I want him and I hate myself for wanting him. I will destroy his body with mine.

I angrily tear away my own clothing, frantically wanting him inside me. I long to feel something—anything. I want him to fuck away the pain. Perhaps I can find some sad solace in the pure physical functioning of my own stupid body. I guide him inside me senselessly with one hand, but push him away with the other. His chest feels solid and comforting under the palm of my hand. What a contradiction—that it’s his heart that comforts me.

He’s big and deep, and he wastes no time in crushing my hips into an anxious rhythm. I keep my hand positioned firmly on his strong chest, as if the gesture could equate to some symbolic distance between us. An inch of space that represents a great emotional divide. I squeeze my eyes shut and allow this need to become my sole, minute point of focus in my universe, so saturated with loss. I’ll just allow myself to feel his body connected with my body and nothing else.

“You got a thing for Dominican guys?” he asks breathlessly, breaking my concentration and my momentary escape.

“Don’t talk!” I scream, banging my fists into his face, his neck, his shoulders, any spot I can reach. I try to wriggle my hips away from his, but his weight is crushing. Grounding.

He answers by yanking my arms above my head and kissing me fervently. I wish I didn’t want his kiss but it magically stops my thoughts from racing—the endless barrage of rumination, the regret, the pain, the philosophical bleed. I kiss him back with passion, because I know intuitively that some aspect of sex is purifying, renewing. And this is all that I seek in the contact of his flesh.

His hipbones slam into mine; he is fit and hard, offering not much in the way of padding. His mouth too smashes against mine in a violent union. His stubble tears into the tender skin on my face. All my soft flesh is ravaged by this man, my mouth, my breasts, and most of all, my sex.

“Did you want me that day?” he asks.

And again he removes me from my meditation, demanding consciousness and communication—neither of which have I any use for. I yearn only to be devoured, to be fucked into submission and silence, and possibly all the way to redemption.

“You wanted me in your mouth. You wanted to fuck us both, didn’t you?”

I answer him by rearing back and pulling away. I shove him down by the shoulders so that he lies on his back, and then I take him in my mouth, tasting my own desire that has completely saturated him. There’s the evidence. Proof of my weakness, my imperfection, my undeniable greed.

I suck him with abandon in an attempt to satisfy his wish for it to have been him coming in my mouth that day. In this contact I search for an answer to my own demise.

If it’s so bad, then why do we all want it? And what, if anything, do we receive from restraint?

“Come in my mouth,” I whisper around his swollen cock. He surprises me by pushing me away and quickly flipping me over. I oblige because I’ll do anything. Whatever he wants, he can take from me. I surrender completely, my body, my spirit, all of what’s left of me.

“I want to come in your pussy,” he says, grabbing my hips and slamming mercilessly into me from behind.

And I’ll let him come inside me.

Why?

Because I’m empty. I’m actively inviting ruin. I am taking this to the very extreme.

After he’s done he tosses a towel to me before searching for another to use on himself. Then he goes above and beyond by bringing me a baby wipe from the bathroom. This is five-star service compared to my first encounter with Jaylee. I look down between my legs and see the milky white semen leaking out of me onto his bed. I stare at it in silence. I’ve been in this mind-state before.

“¿Tú te siente’ mejor?”

Like he’s a doctor providing services. He wants to know if his brand of painkiller worked.

“Sí,” I nod and look up at him, wondering about the reach of what I’ve just done. It’s not the cheating on Robert—that scenario has already played out. It’s not the cheating on Jaylee—this was sex, not love. I’m a cheater, an adulteress, whatever, it’s all been said before. What scares me now is the limitlessness of my desire to do anything to be connected to Jaylee. That I just attempted to fuck the Jaylee out of a perfect stranger. That I will forever be chasing that high. I no longer recognize a breaking point, no morals, no bounds.

“Ven, te acompaño a casa,” he says, placing a humid hand on my shoulder.

Despite our sudden intimacy, it’s still the hand of a stranger.

“No!” I bat it off and rise to my feet. I don’t need to be walked home as some pathetic compensation for sexual favors. He did me the favor. I wasn’t coerced into doing what I’ve done. I pull my clothes on over my naked body, leaving my now-tainted bra on his bed and my underwear on the floor.

“It looks better if we leave together, Kate. Believe me, you don’t want to walk by those guys alone.”

“What’s your real name?” I ask him, ignoring his attempt to defend my virtue.

“Everybody call me Ideal.”

Why do our paths keep intersecting? He must have known that it was me from the beginning when we were talking on the phone. I had no idea who he was. I wonder if I would have handled myself differently had I known.

“Did—did you like that?” I ask him tentatively.

He appears to be examining dry skin on his elbow, but what I think he’s actually aiming at is flexing his bicep for me.

“What?” he asks absentmindedly. “My name—or fucking you just now?”

I widen my eyes at him in response.

“Yeah, I liked it.” He shrugs.

“Want to do it again?’

“What? Like right this second?” He’s startled at the idea that I might demand an immediate erection—another round so soon after the knockout.

“No, not right now, but whenever you want to.”

“I thought you were all hung up on Inoa and shit. But yeah, whatever, I’ll call you.”

Booty-call me. “I don’t expect a relationship, Ideal. This is purely business. But I do need help finding my sister. Someone on the inside, who the cops don’t know. Someone who knows the neighborhood and what’s really going on.” And, if I’m being honest, I need help just surviving, and you’re an easy way for me to get out of my head.

The way he crosses his arms and looks down at me makes me think he knows something. Then he sighs and lifts his two perfectly arched eyebrows at me. He reaches out his hands to me almost affectionately, and I take them. He pulls me up to standing, and keeping my left hand grasped in his right, he shakes it firmly.

“You fucking crazy, you know that? For real. But yeah, you got yourself a deal.”

 

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Heights of Desire (Book 1)

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Fear of Heights ( Book 2)

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About the Author

I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.

Categories : Contemporary Erotic Romance, Urban Erotica Tagged : Fear of Heights, Heights of Desire, Heightsbound Series, Mara White, Taboo Romance

BLOG TOUR and GIVEAWAY: HEIGHTS OF DESIRE by MARA WHITE

April 7, 2014

Title: Heights of Desire
Author: Mara White
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: December 24, 2013 
Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions

A woman who has everything meets a man who can offer her nothing but trouble. They bring each other to a height of desire neither thought possible, but is it enough to overcome the differences that tear them apart?

Kate Champion, a forty-two-year-old, married mother of two, leads an enviable upper class life of luxury. Her comfortable path takes an unexpected detour after a chance encounter at a neighborhood playground.

Jaylee Inoa is a twenty-two-year-old, second generation New York Dominican with close ties to the Heights and the gangs that run them.

Her life of privilege is no match for the code of the streets he navigates with ease. When a crime of the heart leads to a crime in the flesh, how far will she go to redeem him? Can she risk all in her life that is golden for the love of her golden-eyed man?

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INTERVIEW WITH MARA WHITE:

What inspired the story behind this book?

So many things that’s it’s difficult to mention them all! Definitely living in the Caribbean as a teenager and experiencing street culture there. As a young adult I lived in Mexico City, which has a staggering class divide and I certainly pulled inspiration from there as well. Living in Washington Heights in the midst of the radical wave of gentrification that’s been accelerating over the last few years was my main source of inspiration. I’ve always been fascinated with the history of the neighborhood and it’s deep entrenchment in drug trafficking throughout the eighties and nineties. Watching the interactions of the ‘new residents’ in the Heights vs the already established community here has been an endless source of fascination to me and is what, ultimately, got me thinking about the rich possibilities therein.

What made you gravitate toward writing a Dominican character? 

Again, my neighborhood is the catalyst. I always tend to write about what’s around me. I’m very drawn to dialects and vernacular and I love listening to Dominican’s speak. I also respect language as a living thing – so the Spanglish that is spoken by many second and third generation Spanish speakers, to me is captivating.

Speaking of Dominican, do you have anyone in mind for Jaylee?

In real life or for casting a movie, lol? Unfortunately, Dominicans are grossly underrepresented in popular American culture. Victor Rasuk, who was cast in the FSOG movie would make a great Jaylee in my opinion. I love Romeo Santos, but desafortunadamente, he’s maybe too old. I love reader’s ideas so if anyone has suggestions for casting I absolutely welcome them!!

Why do you think Kate is actually a sympathetic character to some readers (us included)?

Well, because some readers (very progressive ones ; ) are able to see past subscribed gender roles and not hold Kate Champion to the socially constructed ideas of what it means to be ‘a good woman.’ We are all flawed creatures and many can relate to falling out of love in marriage or perhaps, more terrifyingly, falling in love with someone else while married. Heights of Desire, to me, is about sacrifice. If readers are able to deconstruct value opinions behind what is or is not acceptable to sacrifice, then some will be able to see the profound beauty in the sacrifice itself.

The Prologue in Heights of Desire is one of the most memorable ones we have ever read. No question there, just a compliment! 

Hey thanks!! I feel like since now days readers are able to read a sample of any book before they purchase – as a writer, you really have to pack a punch, so to speak, in your first fourteen pages. No easy, subtle approaches or you lose your opportunity to grab a reader. It’s both sort of a sad development and also an exciting one – so I’m not sure how I feel about it. Also, Kate Champion is a Comp-Lit PhD specializing in Romance languages so I figured her voice would be, if anything, a seasoned one!

Will there be more books in this series?

¡Claro que sí! Fear of Heights, the sequel to the Heightsbound Series will be released later this year!

Many thanks, Mara, for taking the time to answer our questions today!

Click here to read an excerpt from Mara’s next book in the Heightsbound Series!

I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.

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EXCLUSIVE Valentine’s Day Teaser from Mara White (Heightsbound Series) + GIVEAWAY

February 14, 2014

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We are beyond excited to share a very DARK and SEXY sneak peek at FEAR OF HEIGHTS (HEIGHTSBOUND #2) by Mara White! Her debut novel HEIGHTS OF DESIRE was one of our top reads of 2013. Plus we have a SIGNED paperback to give away!

A massive thank you to Mara White for sharing this teaser with us.

**WARNING** Contains SPOILERS and content that may be triggering for rape sensitive readers!! Read at your own risk, please!

Heights of Desire Synopsis:

A woman who has everything meets a man who can offer her nothing but trouble. They bring each other to a height of desire neither thought possible, but is it enough to overcome the differences that tear them apart?
Kate Champion, a forty-two-year-old, married mother of two, leads an enviable upper class life of luxury. Her comfortable path takes an unexpected detour after a chance encounter at a neighborhood playground.
Jaylee Inoa is a twenty-two-year-old, second generation New York Dominican with close ties to the Heights and the gangs that run them.
Her life of privilege is no match for the code of the streets he navigates with ease. When a crime of the heart leads to a crime in the flesh, how far will she go to redeem him? Can she risk all in her life that is golden for the love of her golden-eyed man?

Excerpt from Fear of Heights (Heightsbound #2)

I shouldn’t have come here.
A sob escapes me and I fall to my knees. The young man swoops in and grabs me gruffly, lifting me like a package over his shoulder. He’s likely determined not to lose this fragile fuck that is quickly deteriorating over unforeseen events.
“Let me go! I don’t want you!” I mumble and then scream. He kicks open a door and tosses me onto a bed, my body bounces and jerks in weak protest.
“I don’t want you at all. I feel like I want to die. Maybe you should kill me,” I suggest, completely swallowed by my own misery.
“Shut the fuck up. I remember you. I know what you need,” he answers, stripping down.
I pull my knees to my chest and look away out the window toward the fire escape. The sky is gray. The pigeons are nesting. I’m not sure I can go through with this. I don’t really know sex without love. I’ve fought to get back so many times now. It makes no sense to be seeking out places from which I can never return. Dark, dark places. Slow, slow burn.
“Hey,” he calls gently.
And I reluctantly turn my head to look at him. He’s naked and magnificent, his hard cock gripped ruthlessly in hand. I do want his hands on me. I especially want his mouth. But I don’t know how to ask for it and I am so incredibly ashamed. I roll onto my stomach and groan.
He reaches down and grabs me roughly underneath the armpits and drags me up his body until I’m kneeling on the bed – his stunning erection heated against my cheek. I press my body into his in desperation and he guides my mouth to exactly where he wants it to go.
I can lose myself in this. I can easily forget. His hands are rough and wildly tug in my hair. He pulls and yanks my head as he takes my mouth both fast and hard. I shouldn’t like it, but I do. Something about the harshness and urgency speaks to the depths of me – it communicates with my own raw, emotional state. I suck and lave and take him as deeply as I can, trying to syphon some drop of my own pleasure from his pleasure.
This is reckless abandon. I suddenly and profoundly understand what that means.
He pulls me up along his body and smashes his mouth into mine. It’s hot and foreign to me – this kissing a stranger. I kiss him back with a longing that borders on pathology. I seek in the depths of this kiss some remote and ephemeral connection to Jaylee. A thin, silver thread, a water memory, a minute splice of DNA. Anything and everything that it could possibly mean or have meant to have this man bare witness to mine and Jaylee’s love – for him to have shared in it in some sort of twisted way. If what he retains is no more than a momentary snapshot I’ll take it. I’ll take absolutely anything at this point.
He pulls my hair back and bites into the tender flesh of my neck, right below my ear. His hands find the clasp of my jeans and he undoes them and pushes them down to my knees. His hands then capture my ass possessively and his breath comes hot and heavy on my neck.
“Get on your stomach and stick your ass in the air,” he says.
I do as I’m told.
He doesn’t even bother with my breasts and that’s fine with me because I’m not here for romance, I am here in hopelessness. I’m here in a furious desperation to rid myself of this hateful and maniacal need.
“You look fucking hot like that. I can’t blame Inoa for getting hooked when I see you like that.”
I flip around, almost falling because my knees are tethered together with my jeans. I sit up quickly and slam the base of my palm straight into his chin.
“Fuck!” he bellows, reeling back and gripping his chin defensively. His gaze on me intensifies. He likes the fight. His erection swells more, his desire heightened by my reaction. Then he’s on me like lightening and I’m flailing with my arms hitting at the air just as much as they’re hitting him. He crushes me down onto the mattress and pins both of my arms at my sides, my face merely centimeters from his.
“¡Shit, Diablo, Mami! ¿Quieres o no?”
“Don’t talk about him. Don’t even say his name!” I scream.
I’m crying and choking and sobbing, all the while still bucking against his body and trying to wrestle free from his weight.
“Dime que tu no quiere’ y te suelto!” he says.
But I can’t tell him no, because the truth is that I do want him. I need him. And despite trying to throw him off, my hips are shamelessly grinding against his pelvis and I’m soaked with my own contemptible desire. Drowning in my own ghastly need. I relax my body just for an instant and he lays his mouth on mine. I respond all too eagerly to his kiss. I take his tongue and thrust mine just as deeply into his hungry mouth. I hate him and I want him and I hate myself for wanting him. I will destroy his body with mine.
I angrily tear away my own clothing, frantically wanting him inside me. I long to feel something – anything. I want him to fuck away the pain. Perhaps I can find some sad solace in the pure physical functioning of my own stupid body. I guide him inside me senselessly with one hand as I try to sustain him at a bit of distance with the other. His chest feels solid and comforting under the palm of my hand.
He’s big and deep and he wastes no time in crushing my hips into an anxious rhythm. I keep my hand positioned firmly on his strong chest as if the gesture could equate to some symbolic distance between us. An inch of space that represents a great emotional divide. I squeeze my eyes shut and allow his need to become my sole, and minute point of focus in my universe so saturated with loss. I’ll just allow myself to feel his body connected with my body and nothing else.
“You got a thing for younger, Dominican guys?” he asks breathlessly, breaking my concentration and my momentary escape.
“Don’t talk!” I scream banging my fists into his face, his neck, his shoulders, any spot I can reach. I try to wriggle my hips away from his, but his weight is crushing. Grounding.
He answers by yanking my arms above my head and kissing me fervently. I wish I didn’t want his kiss but it magically stops my thoughts from racing – the endless barrage of rumination – the regret – the pain – the philosophical bleed. I kiss him back with passion because I know intuitively that some aspect of sex is purifying, renewing. And this is all that I seek in the contact of his flesh.
His hip bones slam into mine, as he is thin and fit and offers not much in the way of padding. His mouth too smashes against mine in a violent union, his stubble tears into the soft and tender skin on my face. All of my soft flesh is ravaged by this man – my mouth, my breasts, and most of all, my sex.
“Did you want me that day?” he asks heatedly.
And again he removes me from my meditation, demanding consciousness and communication – neither of which have I any use for. I only yearn to be devoured, to be fucked into submission and silence and possibly all the way to redemption.
“You wanted me in your mouth. You wanted to fuck us both, didn’t you?”
I answer him by rearing back and pulling away. I shove him down by the shoulders so that he lays prostrate and I take him in my mouth tasting my own desire that has him now completely saturated. There’s the evidence. Proof of my weakness, my imperfection, my undeniable greed.
I suck him with abandon in attempt to satisfy his wish for it to have been him in my mouth that day. In this contact I search for an answer to my own demise.
If it’s so bad, then why do we all want it? And what, if anything, do we receive from restraint?
“Come in my mouth,” I mutter around his swollen cock. He surprises me by pushing me away and quickly flipping me over. I oblige because I’ll oblige him anything. Whatever he wants he can take from me. I surrender completely, my body, my spirit, all of what’s left of me.
“I want to come in your pussy,” he says, grabbing my hips mercilessly and slamming into me from behind.
And I’ll let him come inside me.
Why?
Because I’m empty. I’m actively inviting ruin. I am taking this to the very extreme.

– Mara White
Fear of Heights 2014

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About the Author

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I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela, and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.

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Review and Giveaway – Heights of Desire (Heightsound Series #1) by Mara White

January 23, 2014

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Title: Heights of Desire (Heightsound Series #1)

Author: Mara White

Genre: Erotic 18+

Publication Date: December 22, 2013

Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

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Synopsis

A woman who has everything meets a man who can offer her nothing but trouble. They bring each other to a height of desire neither thought possible, but is it enough to overcome the differences that tear them apart?
Kate Champion, a forty-two-year-old, married mother of two, leads an enviable upper class life of luxury. Her comfortable path takes an unexpected detour after a chance encounter at a neighborhood playground.

Jaylee Inoa is a twenty-two-year-old, second generation New York Dominican with close ties to the Heights and the gangs that run them.

Her life of privilege is no match for the code of the streets he navigates with ease. When a crime of the heart leads to a crime in the flesh, how far will she go to redeem him? Can she risk all in her life that is golden for the love of her golden-eyed man?

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Review:

5+++ stars!! I read a lot of books and Heights of Desire stands out as one of the best books I read in 2013. Mara White grabbed me from the first page and didn’t let go until the last page. Some readers might be turned off by Kate’s actions but I could not look away, it was almost like watching a train wreck unfolding before my eyes; I knew it was wrong, but I was fascinated by the terrifying events! The book begins by introducing us to Kate, who has a seemingly perfect life, she is well-educated, married to a successful lawyer, has two kids and a great home.

But when Jaylee crashes into her life, all bets are off. Kate can’t stay away from the gorgeous, YOUNG Latino from the streets. He is everything that she she shouldn’t want but their attraction is undeniable and their chemistry is amazing. She becomes obsessed with Jaylee and drawn into his dangerous world. She makes some questionable choices including inviting him into her home with her young children, but Mara White is such a skilled writer that she still makes Kate a sympathetic character despite her actions.

This is also a thrilling erotic novel, the sex scenes between Jaylee and Kate are absolutely sizzling. But there is more to this story than just the sex scenes, Jaylee is a beautiful person inside and out which is why Kate is so drawn to him. And not all is at is seems with Kate’s husband, there is a series of shocking twists in this book that threw me completely off guard.

Heights of Desire is a must-read. Mara White is an incredibly talented writer who has written a stunning debut and her characters stayed with me long after I finished. This book is the first in a series and I can’t wait to continue Jaylee and Kate’s story!

(ARC provided by the author in return for an honest review.)

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About the Author

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I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela, and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.

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BOOK BLITZ and GIVEAWAY: HEIGHTS OF DESIRE (HEIGHTSBOUND SERIES #1) by MARA WHITE

December 27, 2013

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Title: Heights of Desire (Heightsbound Series #1)





Author: Mara White





Genre: Erotic 18+





Publication Date: December 22, 2013





Cover Designed By: Daniela Medina





Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.









Synopsis





A woman who has everything meets a man who can offer her nothing but trouble. They bring each other to a height of desire neither thought possible, but is it enough to overcome the differences that tear them apart?

Kate Champion, a forty-two-year-old, married mother of two, leads an enviable upper class life of luxury. Her comfortable path takes an unexpected detour after a chance encounter at a neighborhood playground.





Jaylee Inoa is a twenty-two-year-old, second generation New York Dominican with close ties to the Heights and the gangs that run them.





Her life of privilege is no match for the code of the streets he navigates with ease. When a crime of the heart leads to a crime in the flesh, how far will she go to redeem him? Can she risk all in her life that is golden for the love of her golden-eyed man?





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Purchase Links: Barnes & Noble | Amazon | Kobo | Google Play | Smashwords

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About the Author

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I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.





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