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Praise for What I Need:
“What I Need sparked to life as magic poured from the pages, melting every part of me. Oh that SPARK! What I Need had ALL OF THE SPARK…ALL OF HEART…ALL OF THE SOUL. All of MY heart. All of MY soul.” ~ Bookalicious Babes Blog
It’s an emotional day for me.
I published my tenth book today. A book I finished writing a year ago. A book in a series that completely changed my life.
I published the first book in this series, Where I Belong, in June 2014. This was the second book I’d ever written, and having only published my first book a month before (Sweet Addiction) I was still very VERY unsure about what I was doing. I knew I loved to write. I knew I needed to write. (I think all writers can relate to this feeling) And I knew I loved this world I created. The Alabama Summer series feels like home to me. I’m comfortable here. I adore these characters, their love for each other, their friendship, but I had no idea if anyone else would like them.
I hit publish. The next week, I hit the New York Times bestsellers list. BEN hit the New York Times bestsellers list. People were actually enjoying this book and telling their friends and leaving me the kindest messages. I was shocked. I still am. I’m just an x-ray tech who wrote stories late at night after her kids went to sleep. I never imagined I’d be here, nearly 3 years later. I never imagined I’d be 5 books into this series. I never imagined I’d have readers who would WAIT for a book after I had to push back a release date more than once.
That killed me, btw. I hated waiting as much as you did. And knowing I disappointed you was heartbreaking. Please know that.
So, here we are. We did it. We waited together and waited some more, and finally, FINALLY, the 5th book in the Alabama Summer series is live. CJ & Riley’s story is my favorite. And I know I say that a lot, and I know you’re thinking “YOU SAY THAT A LOT” but I’m telling you, I’m telling you… CJ is unforgettable. You want a good man? I’m giving you a good man. And the rest of them? They’re all here, waiting for you. Everyone makes an appearance.
If you want more dick me up Reed, hard-edged Luke Evans, mouthy Tessa, Big Ben, sweet Mia, Sir Nolan (and some surprises for our little knight) baby Chasey, Beth Davis from McGills, some brand new characters, and Riley… Riley Girl, I dare you not to fall in love with her. If you want a story that will make you laugh out loud and glare at your significant other thinking “could you PLEASE step up your game?” read this book. Go back to Ruxton with me. Ride the Tully Train. If you haven’t been there yet, you can start now. Right now. What I Need is a complete standalone. It’s my favorite book in this series–a series I want to write forever. Because this is my home. These characters are my family. And 3 years ago, they changed my life.
We did it. WE DID IT. We should hug now, right?
I’m not crying. You’re crying.
Here are the new covers of the Alabama Summer Series – including CJ’s cover!!! Aren’t they GOREGOUS?!? And just in time for WHAT I NEED’s release on March 5th!!!
Thank you Sarah Hansen with Okay Creations. for designing these beauties! <3
I know there may be some mixed reactions and change is hard, BUT due to some unforeseen circumstances, I HAD to change them. The good news is, I will not be changing these again and now anyone who has the old covers can say they have collector’s editions 😉! (It may take a bit for retailers to swap out the old covers, so if you want them, now is the time to order them!)
Thank you so much for your support of me and this series. Please know that this was a tough decision for me but ultimately, one that I am very happy about.
Now who’s ready for CJ?!?!
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To my 4 favorite girls,
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and as I sit here watching the four of you sleep in my bed, I realize I’ll be spending another night alone on the couch, and I’m okay with that. I would give up my bed for the four of you every night if you asked me. Luckily, two of you can’t talk that well yet, so I think I have a little time before that happens.
Dylan, I know you say you only like this holiday because it helps you sell treats, but I don’t miss the look on your face every year when you read the note I write to you. You want me to tell you you are adored, and I do, because I do adore you. You want me to write notes to our daughters because you’ve said you want them knowing the kind of love to expect when they are older, so I do (I am). So I will adore you tomorrow, Dylan, and every day. I will write you notes and leave them for you to find in the morning like this one, and I will send them to your work so you can show Joey and piss him off. I will love you every Valentine’s Day and every day in between. Now, please read the following to our girls for me. XO
I know you’re probably going to get a Valentine from that boy, but do me a favor and keep this one, okay? And maybe don’t show Daddy the other one.
You make me so proud, Ryan. You’re sweet and smart and kind. You have the biggest heart, and every day you remind me more and more of your Mommy. Keep baking. Keep laughing. I love you so much, Princess. Happy birthday.
I promised you we’d have a tea party tomorrow and I just want you to know, Daddy is ready. So put on your prettiest party dress, sweetheart, and meet me downstairs at ten o’clock (Ask your Mommy to tell you when that is). If your sisters want to come too, they can come. I’ll have plenty of cookies and anything else I can steal from the shop (Tell Mommy I’m just kidding. I won’t steal anything. This is me asking permission.)
I love you, sweet girl. Happy Valentine’s Day.
You have no idea what Valentine’s Day is, and I love you for it. I could never top you in surprises anyway, even if I wanted to do something big for you tomorrow. Because like I tell you every single day, you won the surprise contest the day you were born. So Happy Saturday to you, pretty girl. I love you. Please have cookies with me and your sisters tomorrow. It wouldn’t be any fun if you aren’t there.
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Mia fists my shirt, pulling me in the direction of the dance floor.
“Let’s go dance, babe.”
“Angel.” I shake my head, resisting.
Dance? I don’t fucking dance. And Mia’s not shaking her ass in front of anyone but me, so I don’t know where the hell she thinks she’s going.
She tilts her head up, her eyes pleading, that wicked little tongue teasing the corner of her mouth.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Dance with me.”
There’s no question to her tone anymore. She’s not taking no for an answer. And fuck me if I don’t want to give her everything she wants, especially after what we’ve been through.
I could’ve lost her. I could’ve been forced to say good-bye to Mia. My Mia. It wasn’t being in that moment that had me announcing to Reed and Luke how I wouldn’t survive losing her. I’ve known since Mia came into my life that there was no way in hell I could watch her slip out of it. I’d go to Hell and back for this woman. My life doesn’t exist without her in it.
I run a hand down my face, sighing, but ultimately allow her to lead me through the bodies on the dance floor. She looks back at me over her shoulder, catching my eyes on her ass.
Her cheeks flush. My cock twitches.
Goddamn. I want to bend her over somewhere and bury myself balls deep. That fucking dress, clinging to her, barely covering the fucking thong I know she’s wearing underneath.
How did I let her out of the house in that?
More importantly, how have I not fucked her already tonight?
She stops abruptly and our bodies crash together, my erection sliding in the crease of her ass. I moan into her hair. She reaches back, grabs my hips and grinds her sweet ass against my cock.
“Mia,” I growl against her ear.
A shudder ripples through her body. She tilts her head, looking back at me with curious eyes.
“What are you doing?”
She smirks. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re trying to bait me into fucking you. It’s not going to happen.”
She blinks, all wide-eyed and stunned. “What?”
Laughing at the startled look on her face, I drop my head and bite her ear. “I don’t share you, pretty girl, and that goes for every fucking sound you make while I’m taking you. These assholes aren’t going to get off listening to my wife beg for my dick. If you want me to fuck you, I can take you home.”
“Ben,” she rasps, her eyes closing as she moves her hips. “I doubt anyone will hear me.”
“I’m not risking it.”
She spins in my arms, linking her hands around my neck. “I want you.”
I smile. “I want you too, angel, always, but not here.”
Her eyes wander from my face, her lips pinching together as her fingers lightly scratch my neck.
God, she looks so damn sexy right now, I should take her into a corner and fuck her out of her mind. I would, but if I found out someone was getting off on what I do to my wife, I’d wind up getting hauled out of here by Luke and booked on an assault charge.
My luck, I wouldn’t even get to finish first.
I stare down at Mia, watching her mind scramble for ideas. The adorable crease between her brows becoming more prominent as time passes. She’s reaching, trying to think of anything to sway my decision, but there’s nothing she could say right now that would have me whipping my dick out.
Her eyes widen seconds before she locks them onto mine. She grabs my face and firmly kisses my mouth. “I want to have another baby.”
Except maybe that.
Leaning back, I stare down at her as a warmth spreads through my chest. “What?”
She smiles, but it’s not the kind of smile Mia gives me when I give in to something. That triumphant glow she gets when everything works out the way she wants it to. No, this is Mia how she always looks at me. The smile that’s been mine since that first night at the bar, and since before that. Back when I didn’t deserve her smile.
She’s serious. Holy fuck. She wants to have another kid.
Her lips brush against mine once more. “I know, I know. I said I thought we should wait until the boys got a little older, but after everything that happened, I don’t want to wait. Not for anything with you. Not anymore.” She pulls back slightly, staring at my mouth, chipping away at my reserve.
No, fucking obliterating it.
I crash my mouth against hers, lifting her off the floor and suddenly not giving a shit if every fucker in the state sees what I’m about to do to my wife. My need to possess her, to give her another piece of me is driving this now, shattering any control I thought I had.
“Ben!” she squeals as I carry her down a long hallway. She presses her mouth against my ear. “I didn’t just say that to get you to fuck me. I’m serious. I really want another baby.”
“Good, `cause you’re about to see how fucking serious I am about it.”
Waiting was all Mia’s idea. I’ve been pushing for more kids since Chase was born. To me, there is nothing sexier than my woman carrying my child. Nothing. If I could keep Mia pregnant, I would. And aside from looking unfuckingbelivable pregnant, Mia is an amazing mom. She was born for it. My boys were meant to be hers, just like I was.
She grabs my face. “Can we talk numbers? Are we stopping at three kids? Four? Seven?”
“Seven?” I laugh. I stop in front of the men’s room door, shifting her in my arms so we’re chest to chest. “The only thing we’re talking about right now is how quiet I’m going to need you to be in here.”
She tilts her head. “I don’t get that loud, Ben.”
I stare at her, watching the blush bloom across her face, the slight twitch in her mouth.
“Yeah, you’re real quiet, angel, and my dick’s not fucking huge.”
She giggles against my neck as I push the men’s room door open. The stalls are empty. One dipshit stands at the row of urinals.
He looks at me over his shoulder, about to say something I’m sure I’ll want to bust his mouth open for, until he spots Mia in my arms.
He quickly zips up. “Shit. Everyone here is getting laid. I need a girlfriend,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes lowered as he moves across the room. The door closes behind him.
“Aw,” Mia whispers against my cheek. “He wants what we have.”
“He can’t have it. No one can.”
She drops her forehead against mine, shaking her head slightly as she stares deep into my eyes. “You getting sweet on me? I was hoping for a hard fuck against the sink, not slow and soft.”
I squeeze her ass, carrying her into the furthest stall from the door, my erection throbbing against my zipper. “There’s nothing soft about me.”
“Mm. I can tell.”
Our hands tangle together between us. Hers—bunching the material of her dress up under her tits. Mine—freeing my cock. My hand tightening around the base. Calm the fuck down. Her back hits the wall. I pull her panties to the side and rub her clit.
“Ben,” she moans, dropping her head back, her legs squeezing my hips. “Do it. Fuck me.”
I slide in the first inch, my spine vibrating, my muscles tensing. The familiar creak of the door announces someone else entering the bathroom, but I don’t stop.
I hear footsteps shuffling and whispered words, but I feel Mia’s warm, tight cunt drawing me in in in, and nothing else matters. Her mouth, wet and open on my neck. Her nails digging into my shoulders. Her legs around me, tightening.
She groans and arches away from the stall. “Ben, your dick, God, I love it. Give it to me. Give me that massive cock.”
I lean away to watch her. “Mia,” I groan, my hips pumping, jarring her soft, sweet body as she takes me. “God, you’re fucking wet, baby. You want this dick? Huh? You want it right here? Fucking this sweet pussy?”
Mia gasps, closing her eyes and moaning, “I want it everywhere.”
I step closer and drop my forehead against hers as my hands slide to the back of her ass and grip. She shudders when I pound into her with madness. Her breath hitches.
“Reed! Yes, yes, yes, oh, God.”
I suck in a breath.
Mia’s eye flash open as her hands tense on my shoulders. I stop moving and look above her head at the stall.
“Reed?” Mia questions, her mouth dropping open when I meet her eyes again. My jaw tightens as a good friend of mine gets off in the same fucking bathroom as me. Mia hears it too—the sound of Reed and Beth fucking.
Blush reddens Mia’s cheeks. “Oh my God,” she whispers.
This is not fucking happening.
“Reed!” I yell, startling Mia a little.
“One second,” he hollers back.
“If your fucking dick is out right now,” I threaten, knowing the answer but hoping maybe, just maybe I’m wrong and Reed hasn’t gotten that far yet.
The sound of skin slapping hard and fast continues resonating in the air. I hear Beth moan, and Reed mumble something. His last words, that dick. My hand on Mia’s ass curls into a fist. I shouldn’t be hearing anything going on a couple stalls down, and knowing I’m hearing it means the sounds Mia was making when I was fucking her didn’t go unheard.
I slam my fist against the stall. “Reed, get the fuck out of here before I beat the shit out of you!”
Mia giggles in my arms. I look down at her, brows pulling tight. My beautiful wife doesn’t seem to mind what’s going down right now next to us, or the fact that Reed and Beth heard what we were doing. Mia’s cheeks are flushed and she’s smiling at me and licking her bottom lip, so fucking slowly.
“Reed,” I warn, when I don’t hear the door to the bathroom opening yet.
Mia drops her hand between us, rubbing where I’m pushing inside. “Ben, that was kinda hot though. Feel.”
I touch her fingers with my own. Wetness sticks to both of us.
“Leaving. Wait a second before you feel,” Reed says.
I don’t listen to that asshole. I keep feeling.
Mia gasps when I slide my thumb along the top of my dick and rub her, right fucking there.
“Room’s all yours.”
I hear Reed’s voice but I don’t stop looking at Mia. Not when she bites down on her bottom lip. Not when she nods and whispers, “Yes,” so quiet, I know it’s only for me to hear.
“Oh, what were you going to say to us earlier? Is everything all right?” Reed asks.
I scowl at the door.
Mia laughs, her arms around my neck tightening. She leans into me and kissing my cheek. “We just wanted to thank you guys for being there for us. That’s all. We love you both.”
“Yeah, now get the fuck out,” I add, smiling at Mia when she drops her head on my shoulder and giggles. I kiss her temple.
Reed doesn’t say anything else, but I do hear Beth’s quiet laughter before both of them are finally leaving the bathroom.
The truth? I do appreciate Reed. Beth too. She was there for Mia when I couldn’t be.
I’d just rather talk about how much their friendship means to us later, when my dick isn’t wet.
“See? And you say I’m loud,” Mia teases, leaning away and smiling at me.
I stare at her long, messy hair, the flush in her cheeks, and the sweat beading above her lip. I lean close and kiss her mouth, pressing her back against the stall again and shifting my hips forward. “I love you,” I whisper.
I feel her smile grow as I push all the way in. “I love you too,” she gasps. “So much, Ben. God…”
“Be loud, Mia. Be so fucking loud.”
She blinks, wide-eyed staring into my face, and a second later, she’s nodding and screaming in my ear as I move inside her, fast and wild. For her, because this is what she was asking for. For me, because my wife is healthy. She’s healthy and she’s mine forever and whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her. Let everyone hear us. I don’t care anymore.
Mia Blaire Kelly wants a hard fuck in a bathroom. And there is only one man on this planet who was born to give it to her.
**Copyright J. Daniels 2016
You guys, I’m thrilled to say that HIT THE SPOT is now available on bookshelves EVERYWHERE! I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to release Loser and Legs into the Wild (← that’s a FOUR LETTER WORD pun, y’all… forgive me?) and now the moment is here, I’m a little overwhelmed.
Check out this AMAZING early praise from readers of HIT THE SPOT…
And to everyone who has yet to read Jamie and Tori’s roller coaster story, I hope you love them as much as I did and do.
Tori Rivera thinks Jamie McCade is rude, arrogant, and worst of all . . . the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. His reputation as a player is almost as legendary as his surfing skills. No matter how her body heats up when he’s around, she’s determined not to be another meaningless hookup.
Jamie McCade always gets what he wants. The sickest wave. The hottest women. And Tori, with her long legs and smart mouth, is definitely the hottest one. He knows Tori wants him-hell, most women do-but she won’t admit it. After months of chasing and one unforgettable kiss, it’s time for Jamie to raise the stakes.
Jamie promises that soon Tori won’t just want him in her bed, she’ll be begging for it-and he might be right. Somehow he’s found the spot in her heart that makes her open up like never before. But with all she knows about his past, can she really trust what’s happening between them? Is Jamie playing for keeps or just playing to win?
Tori froze a foot away, blinking at me. She didn’t speak. If she had a reason for coming in here, it looked like that reason just left her. She seemed lost.
“Legs,” I probed, when she kept with the staring and not speaking routine.
“What are you doin’ in here, babe?”
I had no fucking idea what was going on, but unless Tori wanted to watch some chick grind all over me, she needed to get what she came for and step out.
She wet her lips. I watched her neck work with a swallow.
“You showed me your dick,” she stated.
I felt my mouth twitch. Fuck yeah. Breathing a laugh, I relaxed back onto the bench, arms spread behind me and hands gripping the black leather cushion. I tipped my head to the side. “See that impression is stickin’,” I said. “What’s that got to do with this?”
“You showed me your dick after I flashed you. That was your move.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. What the fuck was she getting at?
Tori smiled. Her sin-colored lips stretching slow. “This is mine,” she said, lifting her shoulders as if this shit she was declaring wasn’t a big deal, which it sure as fuck was.
This is hers…Oh, fuck me.
Tori moved closer. Whatever smirk I was wearing pulled from my mouth. That pressure built again, in my chest and lower. I shifted on the bench.
“Legs,” I warned, my voice vibrating in my throat as I watched her walk toward me. “What’d I say about takin’ this shit places you can handle? Did you think this through?”
I was willing to bet she didn’t. If she had and knew how this could play out, with her bent over and me buried deep, she wouldn’t be back here.
“Shh.” Tori stopped in front of my knees. “If we talk, I won’t go through with this,” she admitted, sounding anxious. “And I doubt you’d be chattin’ up the girl who was supposed to be in here, so quit it. Just sit there. Shut up. And keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know what you’re doin’?” I asked, looking up at her. “’Cause in this room I’m allowed to touch, babe. Rules are out there.” I tipped my chin at the door, keeping her gaze. “Not in here. In here, I’m participatin’. You don’t like that deal, you better quit now and think of another move, ’cause the second you start takin’ shit off, Legs, I’m on you.”
“Then I guess I don’t need to worry,” Tori shot back, speaking with confidence and smiling again. The fuck did that mean? My brow tightened. “Say again?”
“I don’t need to worry ’cause I’m not taking anything off, meaning you won’t be on me. I’m just dancing.”
I stared at her for a beat. Then a laugh rumbled in my chest as I thought about how fucked she was.
“What?” she asked, tilting her head all cute. “This is a really good move.”
“Know it is. Not laughing ’cause of that.”
“Then why are you laughing?” She brought her hands to her hips and studied me, looking on the verge of an attitude. Her eyes narrowed. “If you think I need to take my clothes off to win this bet, then you are mistaken, Jamie McCade. I know how you feel about me in this uniform. This is gonna kill you.”
“Legs, hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong, babe. You gotta worry.”
“And why’s that?”
I dropped my arms and sat forward, elbows resting on my thighs. “You start dancin’ on me and I’m touching you,” I promised, watching her blink. “You start dancin’ anywhere in this room and I’m touching you. You don’t gotta strip, babe. I just threw that out there ’cause that’s where I thought this was headed. Telling me you’re makin’ a move and you’re makin’ it in a strip club, figured you’d be taking shit off, but honest to God, it don’t matter. Like I said before, rules are out there. Not in here. Only way I’m keeping my hands to myself is if I’m fuckin’ dead.”
“These are my rules,” Tori countered, bending down to get closer. “And unless you want me to holler out for my new friend with the gold tooth who looks like he eats narcissistic assholes for breakfast, I suggest you follow them, Jamie.”
I chuckled, knowing who she was talking about. Dude made sure I was clear on a few things before letting me back in here.
Something I wasn’t sharing with Legs. “And what are these rules, babe?” I asked.
She straightened and snapped, “I already told you. Sit there and shut up.” Tori put her hand on my shoulder and shoved, pushing me back until I was pressing against the bench again. Then keeping her grip there, she swung her knee up, braced it on the leather, and lowered herself onto my lap, lifting her other knee and boxing me in with it.
I pulled in breath through my nose and curled my hands into fists on the cushion. “And the touching?” I asked, voice strained as I stared at the shape of her tits.
They grew closer as she leaned forward, her hands shifting to hold on behind me, and my gaze snapped up to meet hers when her face got an inch away.
“Beg for it,” she whispered.
My eyes flickered wider. Hers brightened with impending victory.
No shit. Tori was gonna let me touch, but I had to call it. I had to let her win.
I had to fucking beg.
Why’d she have to be so good at this shit?
I steadied my gaze, telling her as my head tilted back, “Think I’ll just enjoy the ride.”
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