by Ember Flint
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Epilogue 2
CONTENTS
Impetuously Irresistible
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Epilogue 2
Devastatingly Desirable
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Impetuously Irresistible
By EMBER FLINT
Jessica Mason is a spirited and feisty twenty-five-year-old woman who is slowly, but steadily realizing that her existence has turned into a very hot mess.
Since her boss started to make unwanted advances on her person, her once-beloved job as office co-admin has morphed into a never-ending awkward nightmare and she really needs to get out of it ASAP.
On top of everything else, her love-life is non-existent. She has completely sworn off men, tired of having meaningless strings of first dates and to never feel a connection with any of them.
Her heart has never been touched and she is very much ready to meet The One.
The only problem is she is sick of waiting for this real man.
Couldn’t he get on with it, show up on his white stallion and save the day or something?
Apparently no.
She is alone and it sucks.
Charles Spade is a debonair and handsome, successful Manhattan billionaire with a very positive outlook on life, but he is feeling pretty low right now and nothing seems to be able to pull him out from this slump.
One would think he has it all: money, power, friends and a very active dating-record. He should be happy behind his ever-present smile, but he is not.
He is tired of girlfriends only interested in his wealth.
He doesn’t want a bed-warmer, he doesn’t want something brain-deprived, pretty and shiny hanging from his arm at parties.
He wants a real woman. He wants the real thing. He wants love.
Once he crosses paths with Jessica, there’s no stopping him from making her his, not that she would resist him, anyway: it wouldn’t be possible.
There’s a lure between them that they can’t escape, an invisible energy that makes them irresistibly attracted to each other.
One kiss it’s all it takes and all of a sudden nothing can stand between these two and around them, the world slips off and fades away into nothingness.
Dear Reader:
Ops, I did it again! *wink*
Here we have true love happening in literally five seconds, so don’t say I didn’t warn you!
In this standalone, filthy-sweet novella with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA, insta-love runs amok, passion flares, our happy couple is practically allergic to clothes and reality and rationality fly out of a very steamy window —a window you’ll need to open so you don’t faint while reading this shameless piece of smut.
Just like his friend from Devastatingly Desirable, Charles is a huge-all-over, muscular, sexy and over-the-top alpha hero that sees his woman, claims her and just never lets her go; plus, he is really charming and he totally knows it, what else could you possibly want?!
If you’re looking for something fast, ridiculous and ridiculously hot you are in the right place, so welcome aboard: this is just the thing for you, honey!
*Please note that Impetuously Irresistible is part of the ‘In love in a New York Minute’ series, each one of the stories focuses only on one couple and there are no cliffhangers so the books can be read in any order and also as standalones.
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Copyright © 2018 Ember Flint
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Note from the Author: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over. Also, in real life, remember: always safety first.
Cover design by: Pink Diamonds Waterfall
Edited by: New Wave Romance
AUTHOR’S NOTE
You guys asked so nicely to read about Charles and Jessica’s love story that I really could do nothing but write this book. It means a lot to me that those of you who read Devastatingly Desirable cared so much for all my characters and their happiness.
So here it is: another look into that torrid week in Manhattan in which as Aston said in Devastatingly Desirable thunder struck twice, or who knows: maybe even thrice? ;)
Happy reading!
xoxo,
Ember!
To all of you insta-love aficionados out there, cynics can say what they want about it, but we know it can really happen.
Chapter 1
CHARLES
I do a double take as the Lexus peels from the curb, leaving Aston behind, standing with a very hard look on his face in front of Intimate Delights.
I’m not entirely sure what the hell did just happen, but being this impulsive is very much out of character for my usually calm and composed best friend and over a woman nonetheless.
Speaking about friends, I should really listen to Aston and make sure Sterling is alive.
They both just arrived from London and whereas jet lag gets serious and dour Aston a little odd and grumpy, it completely throws Sterling off, turning his happy-go-lucky self into a sleepy, pissed off bastard.
I pick up my cell and dial his number.
The phone rings several times before he answers —but this is not unusual for him; he is probably in a coma right now.
“What in the bloody hell do you want, Chuck?” he barks, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing, he wouldn’t appreciate any attempts at humor right now.
“And hello to you to, Ster. Merely checking up on you to make sure you were breathing.”
He groans loudly. “Breathing is not the problem, you moron. A blasted migraine and nausea are, alongside with you calling me that is.”
I chuckle at that, I really can’t help myself, jet lag really does a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde number on him.
“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine tonight, pal.”
I hear him sigh. “What is it that you want from me, Charles? Did Aston put you up to this? I told him to consider me dead until tomorrow.”
“And he did, we bot
h did. That’s why I’m calling: I want to know where to send flowers.”
“Tosser…” he grits between his teeth. “You should have a bunch overnighted to my stepmother… then I can call her Monday and hopefully between the joy of tonight and the disappointment of then she’ll have a heart attack and leave us be.”
I laugh. “Well, still not pretty, but if you’re sarcastic, you’re getting there… do you want to come over for dinner? Cora will be there; you haven’t seen her in a long while.”
Sterling scoffs. “Dash it all! If she is there, then I must make haste… not. How is the presence of your bratty baby sister an inducement to leave my bed and drag myself to your penthouse?”
I roll my eyes. “She is not bratty; you haven’t seen her in years.”
“Yeah, right… I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.”
I don’t take the dismissal personally, after all I’m talking with the ghost of my friend right now.
“At eight?” I ask, plainly messing with him.
Sterling snorts a little fake laugh. “Charlie, you are so funny, you should sell all your shares to Ast and consider stand-up comedy as a career. I’ll see you guys at brunch at best.”
I chuckle. “You’ll see me for sure, my friend, as for Ast, I cannot promise you anything.”
“What in the bloody fuck do you mean?” he asks.
Unseen, I shrug my shoulders. “It’s a long story, Ster, and honestly one that I don’t really know. I’ll try to fill you in tomorrow.”
Before I can add anything else, my dear friend hangs up on me with a grunt.
I sigh, shaking my head and when I see I’m still clutching the parcel with the lingerie in one hand I grimace and toss it beside me on the car seat.
One would think I’d be happy having just bought a daring, sexy lacy number as a present for my girlfriend’s birthday, one would, though, be sorely mistaken.
Still not as mistaken as I was three months ago when I actually started dating Louise Trenton —Lulu for her friends, Cruella for my sister.
Calling her a manipulative gold-digger would be a compliment and one that she would actually appreciate I think. She is that kind of woman.
I never had strong feelings for her, but then I never do, so no surprise there.
I guess, I got tired of being alone —I still am despite my being not single right now— and so I made myself ignore things about her that were adamantly there for me to see and for my best friends and sister to point out.
My opinion, though, is that one should always give a person a chance to prove you wrong.
My best friends, Aston and Sterling, often mock me with their dry Brit humor for my trusting nature and my undying optimism in the face of the many delusions life has thrown at me —especially in regard to women and my inability to meet one genuinely interested in me as a person—, but still I wanted to try and when I met Lulu, the attraction was there, so I said to myself why not and gave her a chance. And then another. And another.
There’s nothing substantial between us and there’s nothing about her I like —let alone love— beyond, perhaps her appearance, which is definitely not enough of a base for a relationship, at least not the kind of relationship I would wish to have.
I’m tired of being used by her like some sort of sugar daddy or something and I have enough of the gossip she has been spreading about us getting married —and I don’t even mean through our acquaintances: I have proof she has actually leaked the fake news to some inane magazine— and I’ve already decided to end things with her, after all we haven’t even been really together for over a month now.
But tomorrow is her twenty-sixth birthday and I’m definitely not the kind of bastard who would break up with a girlfriend on the eve of such an occasion, no matter how bitchy she is.
So I’ll just wait a couple of days and then end the misery that enduring her snobby, judgmental, greedy company has been.
The present I just got her is another example of her general superciliousness.
She not only picked the kind of gift I should get her, she gave me specifics about fabric and model, a price range and also insisted on selecting the shop in which to make such a purchase, going as far as to actually naming the collection —it being the latest of a very well-known New York lingerie designer— from which I should pick the piece.
So yeah, that’s Louise for you.
I don’t even know how I should feel about the whole thing.
I’m jaded, I’m lonely like hell and despite my positive views, I’m really starting to lose hope.
Maybe it’s just not meant to be, maybe a man cannot have it all.
And aside from a DOA love life, I can’t really complain about the rest, God knows how lucky I am.
I have loving parents and I can count on their support, both as a person and as a businessman — which unfortunately is more than either Aston or Sterling could say, if for different reasons—, I have a great relationship with my baby sister and at thirty-two I’m co-founder and co-owner along with one of my best friends of a thriving hedge fund corporation, aside from managing countless ventures tied with my family’s business.
All of it, makes me quite stressed, but also very successful, I should be content if not outright happy yet I feel like something is missing: there’s a huge void inside of me and no matter how much I try to throw myself in my work, I can’t ever fill it.
—*—
I step out from my private elevator and into my penthouse and immediately —and very grumpily— I’m greeted by my baby sister.
She is crashing at my place for a couple of weeks as she gets ready for her finals and she was perfectly fine when I left her to her books on the management of environmental issues this morning so I can’t really account for her grouchy appearance and the annoyance flashing in her blue eyes.
“Hey, Cora, what’s the matter?” I ask, sliding off my leather jacket and haphazardly throwing it in the direction of the large sectional sofa.
She takes a step back to look up at me and scowls, shaking her head of short, springy strawberry blonde waves.
“Tell me you’re on your last chance with that horrible woman, bro, because frankly, after tonight, if you give her another possibility I’ll go straight to Daddy and ask him to disown you and have you committed.”
I laugh, but I’m honestly puzzled. “What are you talking about, Cora? What happened tonight?”
She sighs. “Not what happened, Charlie, what is happening right now,” she says extending one arm and pointing in the general direction of my bedroom.
I frown. “Cora, seriously, what do you mean?”
She comes to stand in front of me and pokes me in the chest. “Charlie, that crazy bitch you call girlfriend, showed up twenty minutes ago, invited herself in… or should I say freaking shoved past me and strode into your bedroom.”
I feel my eyebrows rise up my hairline. “What?!”
“That’s right, Cruella is in there ransacking your fucking bedroom looking for God knows what. Didn’t you tell me you never brought her here and that you only hang out at her place?”
“That’s true: I’ve never invited her over. I’m actually surprised the doorman let her up.”
“She probably fucking creeped out that poor fucker.”
“Cora! Language…” I mutter.
My sister gives me the finger and scoffs. “Pardonnez moi, Your Majesty, I might be slightly on edge for… you know, the general creepiness of this all. I tried to get her to leave, but she wouldn’t listen. Really, short of punching her in the face —which I was going to just before you showed up— I didn’t know how to get rid of her and then she locked herself in there.”
I rub my hands on my face. I wish I could really keep on acting shocked about this, but I would be lying to myself: this is exactly the kind of shit Louise would pull.
“I’ll take care of it, Cora, as soon as I find out what the fuck she is doing in there.
”
My sister mock-glares at me. “Watch that tongue, mister!”
I smirk at her. “Can’t tell me what to do, munchkin, I’m your big brother.”
She laughs. “Fine… but Charles?”
“What?” I ask, smiling at her.
“Please, send her packing.”
I chuckle. “I will, just not tonight. It’s her birthday tomorrow.”
My sister rolls her eyes. “Normally, I would agree with you, even with her being all slutty bitch and all, but she is locked in your freaking bedroom doing God knows what, so stop being good, bro. You have my blessing. Get her out of here.”
I kiss the top of her head. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I stalk to my bedroom and knock on the door. “Lulu, what are you doing in there? Open the—”
Before I finish the sentence, the door flings open.
“Charles, sweetie! I didn’t hear you come back,” she smiles cloyingly at me and air-kisses my cheeks.
I level her with a hard stare, it doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m a pretty laidback kinda guy, but she is seriously messing with me here.
“What are you doing here, Louise?”
She giggles, like seeing me pissed off just cracks her up or something.
“Charles, calm down… you know that dark and brooding look is more Aston’s kind of thing.”
I ignore her statement. “Again, Lulu, why are you here in my home, trashing my bedroom?”
She titters. “Darling I’m not trashing it. I mean, it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.”
I cross my arms over my abdomen. “No, it’s not.”
Somewhere I hear Cora muffle a snorting giggle and I shake my head.
“I’m looking for my present.”