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Dr. Ian Briggs is a single dad living in California with his young son Oliver, both still revealing from the death of his wife. Ian has causal hook-ups and meetings with woman so to not complicate things; he also wants to protect his son. Ian is offered a job in Texas and decides to relocate hoping the move will be a fresh start for both himself and his son. While viewing houses, Ian sees the most beautiful women he has ever seen and oh, her laugh along does things to him. He decides that this is the right neighborhood for him. Chelsie Peterson is also a single parent. She divorced her cheating husband but not before he brow-beat her about her sexual skills. She also has a son. Ian begs his new friend and neighbor to set him up with Chelsie but he refuses as the last time him and his wife, also Chelsie’s best-friend, set her up, it was a disaster. Chelsie and Ian finally get together. There is some confusion after they slept together for the first time and eventually gets ironed out but Chelsie thinks that they should just be friends. This goes on for a while but Ian and Chelsie can’t deny their chemistry. Chelsie is in an accident that leads up to some serious health problems. Ian supports her but not before being side-tracked by some potential news that Chelsie was keeping from him. When the finally wades through all these obstacles, will there still be a relationship to salvage?
I absolutely loved this book! Abbie St. Claire’s writing is engaging and realistic. Her characters were easy to relate to and realistic. I couldn’t put this book down! I read it over an evening and was left wanting more. This book does end in a cliffhanger…I wasn’t aware of this; I might have let some expletives go because it had a heck of an ending. I can’t wait to see if Chelsie and Ian can make the relationship work while meshing their lives together.
Conflicted on 5th Avenue Excerpt ©Abbie St. Claire 2015 He tossed the ropes back in the drawer and gripped both my hands, pulling me to sit on the bed with him. “When we started making love earlier, I could tell you weren’t confident with yourself or your image. I know this by the way you tried to hide yourself. What I don’t know is who fucked with your head. You are hot. Your body is beautiful, and you should be proud of it. You’re so responsive. Being restrained makes you vulnerable, yes, but it also helps you to understand and embrace sensations that you can no longer hide from or—control. It actually gives you sexual freedom.” “And you know this how?” “I’ve studied the art of sexual pleasure.” I thought for a moment. I looked at his body, and the dark, primal lust emanating from his eyes. “You’re a Dom. Look, I’m no sub. You’ve picked yourself the wrong girl.” I slid my legs from the bed and tried to stand, but he pulled me into his lap. “So, let me get this straight. You want to tie me up and in some miraculous way, show me sexual freedom from my fears. You think you know me so well, but yet I barely know you. So tell me, doc, what are you afraid of?” I wanted to challenge him, see if he’d expose his own weakness or perhaps be caught off guard and not know what to say. “You.” He swallowed hard. His chin was at my eye level, and I viewed the clenching of his jaw before the rise and fall of his chest taking a deep breath. “You make me feel things and think too much about things I haven’t thought of since Olivia and that scares the fucking hell out of me.” Brutal honesty and disclosure—took me by a thunderous storm inside my chest, holding my breath hostage. His shoulders went limp with his confession. Vulnerability controlled both of us in far reaching spectrums, although by the same token placing us on an even playing field. That was, until he opened the drawer and retrieved the ropes. We sat in silence while music played in the background. He pulled me tightly to his chest and held me, running his fingers through my hair. “I’m no Dom. I don’t believe in having a sexual slave. I do like using toys and apparatuses for pleasure, but you will never call me Master or Sir, and I will never ask for a contract or command you to do something.” “You’ve never been to one of those chamber places?” The quiet became maddening to the point I couldn’t stand it. With my hands on his chest, I pushed away from him to maneuver a stare down. “Yes, I’ve been. Here and California.” The elephant landed in the room.
©Abbie St. Claire 2015 With a creative personality, Abbie St. Claire has always had her nose in a book. Whether one for decorative painting, gourmet cooking or steamy erotica. “Heck, those books all go together in my mind. My imagination can easily picture a painting session that turns steamy and I certainly see trying to prepare a gourmet meal while getting deliciously sidetracked with a partner and finishing that meal for breakfast,” St. Claire says with a raised brow and twinkle in her eyes. An International Best Selling Author, St. Claire focuses her work on writing steamy romance from the “writing nook” in her Houston, Texas kitchen, where she’s currently at work on the “5th Avenue Romance Series.
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