Saturday, 6 May 2017

#EmotionalNewRelease: #RippleEffect by Evan Grace

The sound of crying wakes me. It takes a second to figure out where the hell I am, and that it’s Ripley’s forehead resting on my shoulder where I got shot. Her tears are almost silent, and she keeps kissing the puckered skin. “Shhh…baby it’s okay.”
“Someone sh-shot y-you.” Her words are almost unintelligible. I wrap my arms around her and with a bit of maneuvering, she’s underneath me and I’m between her legs, a strip of cotton the only thing keeping me from thrusting my cock into her. My eyes adjust to the dark, and I can see the tears leaking from hers.
I kiss each tear away until I reach her mouth, and our lips move together in a natural dance. She’s always been an amazing kisser; we used to spend hours just kissing, and I never got tired of it. Ripley’s legs wrap around my thighs as I start grinding my hard dick against her sex, and my lips make their way down her neck, nipping at the point where her shoulder and neck meet. She rolls her hips, moaning—she’s still as responsive as I remember.
My hands find the hem of her shirt and work it up and off of her body. Next is her bra, and my lips immediately seek out her nipple, sucking it into my mouth with heavy pulls. Her back arches, pushing more into my mouth. I switch to the other, giving it the same treatment. Back and forth, I move between her breasts a few times before I begin kissing and licking down her stomach to the apex of her thighs.
I take a big whiff and can smell her arousal. I grab the sides of her panties and pull until the sound of fabric ripping echoes in her bedroom. With a swipe of my tongue, her flavor explodes on my tongue. Her hips fly up so I grip them with my hands to pin them down. For every swipe, I suck her clit into my mouth, and I remove one hand from her so I can work one finger, then two inside her.
Ripley is so wet that my fingers have no problem moving in and out of her. She’s babbling incoherently and I smile against her pussy. She whimpers as I pull my digits from her, but the whimper dies down and she screams as I spread her wide and thrust my tongue deep inside her. It doesn’t take much before her back arches and a guttural moan rips from her throat.
After I let her legs go, I move up and over her body. I attack her lips, letting her taste our combined flavors. “Condom?” I whisper against her lips.
“Nightstand.” I don’t like the fact that she has them, but I push those thoughts away as she hands me the unopened box. “I bought them after the night on the couch.”
I rip it open like a maniac, pull the long sleeve out, and rip one off, then tear open the wrapper with my teeth. She takes it from me and slides it down my dick. As soon as I ease my cock inside of her, I want to come. She’s so fucking tight, wet, and hot, I can’t fucking stand it.
“God Rip, you feel fucking amazing.” She moans and starts moving her hips. I take the hint and begin to slowly work myself in and out of her. I want to make this good for her, not some quickie on the couch. In and out, I move with purpose. Adding a little swivel with each thrust, I watch her pert breasts jiggle. She pushes on my shoulders until our positions are reversed, and my hands go to her hips as she starts rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down. Her nails dig into my chest as she throws her head back.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this. I push myself up into a sitting position, my lips sucking a nipple into my mouth as she starts to tighten on me. I want this moment and any more we may have before I go home to be ingrained in my brain. Her arms wrap around my head, holding me to her breasts as she begins to come hard. Her arousal is practically gushing out of her.
Again I flip her, but this time I move her until she’s on all fours. I line myself up with her and thrust inside, deep and hard. Her head flies back and I swear she’s coming again as I begin to pound into her with a punishing pace. I feel the tingle right before I feel myself let go, planting myself deep and groaning against her sweat-coated skin. I pull out and miss her warmth already.
“I’ll be right back.” I kiss her back as she collapses into a little ball on the bed. After I finish cleaning myself up, I head back into the bedroom and find her fast asleep. I try not to wake her as I ease in beside her, smiling in the dark as she rolls to me and wraps her body around mine. I missed this, missed that no matter what, she’d wrap herself around me.



​Ripley Brown had the kind of love that would last a lifetime.
Until the night it died a tragic death, leaving her reeling and obliterating her ability to trust another man with her heart.

Brock James grew up in a home filled with violence and hate.
He vowed never to be like his father, until the night he became even worse than the man. The night he destroyed everything.

Now, Brock is out of the military. He returns home, not expecting to see Ripley. He hasn't laid eyes on her since that fateful night, but even after six years, he knows exactly what he wants.
It's time for Brock to face the demons of his past. The same demons that have been haunting Ripley all this time.

Brock is determined to win Ripley back, but can she open her heart back up to the man who broke it?

And even if she does - will Brock be able to forgive himself for hurting the only person who ever mattered?


A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed book nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but one day an idea came into her head and a writing career was born. She’s a sucker for happily ever afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. Evan loves putting her characters through the ringer, but loves when they get to that satisfying, swoony ending.

When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Joanna Wylde, Madeline Sheehan and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV shows and life.

She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.   Visit her on Amazon HERE