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Cerra’s Choice by Nicoline Tiernan

The last of the Lovin’ U shorts is out! Nicoline Tiernan completes her quartet with Cerra’s Choice, the story of a college woman who decides she doesn’t have to choose between the two men who want her.

Final Cerra's Choice 500Summary: Why choose one boyfriend when you can have two? Cerra has fallen for both Liam and Blake. When she tells them she wants them both, will they try it out once or stick around for the long haul?

Warnings: MFM, MM elements

Word Count: 5739

Excerpt:

She lifted her shoulders and let them drop. There was no way they were expecting this. “I have made a decision. I want you both.”

Confused silence. Blake and Liam exchanged puzzled looks. Liam spoke first. “What does that mean—you want us both?”

“I mean I’m in love both of you. Liam, you’re the person I call when I’m stressed and freaking out. Blake, you’re the one I call when I’m upset. I love hanging out with both of you, together and separately. You’re both essential to me, but for different reasons. I can’t imagine having one without the other. When I picture the perfect man, it’s a split screen with both of your faces.” These were not the words Cerra had rehearsed, but what poured forth was heartfelt and desperate. This was a definite gamble, and her heart was on the line. “Both of you complete me.”

Liam’s mouth compressed in a frown. He leaned back and looked away.

Blake frowned as well, but his attention never wavered. “Are you saying that Liam gets you on Friday nights, and I get you on Saturday?”

Cerra shook her head. “I want you both to have me together. Sure, I’ll want time with just you or Liam, but mostly I want you both at the same time.”

Release Day: Ivy’s Geek

Final Ivy's Geek 500The geek in the room next door is Ivy’s dream. Driven together because Clay’s roommate always has a sock on the door, will Ivy finally confess to the crush she’s nurtured for a whole semester?

Warnings: m/f, sexy geek who takes his time to do it right

Word Count: 6526

Excerpt:

The knock came at the expected time. For the past fifteen minutes, Ivy had been listening to the headboard in the next room bang against the wall. On days like this, Clay came over to hang out while his manwhore of a roommate finished getting it on with his flavor of the week. She double-checked her reflection to make sure nothing was out of place. Her straight, wheat-brown hair spilled tamely down her back, and the light dusting of makeup she’d used wasn’t very noticeable, but it brought out the green in her eyes. She put on some lip balm, and then she opened her door.

“Hi, Clay. Come on in. Cooper’s in rare form today. She sounds like an ape.”

Clay huffed out a laugh as he set his backpack on the floor next to the futon sofa. “Or he does. I don’t know why he has to do this when he knows I’m coming back from class.”

Ivy shrugged and sat on the sofa, curling her legs under her bottom. She didn’t mind Cooper’s timing because it meant she got to spend some time with Clay. His tall, thin build and his wire-rimmed glasses landed him on the geek side of the equation, and his flyaway, straw-colored hair kept him there. Though he was on the lean side, Ivy knew he had great bone structure, and he’d fill out in the next couple of years. She could see both his inner beauty and the handsome devil he’d become—though she thought he was pretty hot as-is.

Clay settled next to her, leaning his head along the back of the sofa and closing his eyes.

“Were you up late?”

“Had a physics test today. I aced it.”

Ivy smiled, and Clay opened his eyes as he threw her a similar look. “Congratulations. I’m not looking forward to taking that class.”

“Don’t worry.” He set his hand on top of hers, which gave her a thrill because her hand was on her thigh—and that meant he was touching her thigh. “I’ll help you.”

“It’s all math, isn’t it?”

“Mostly.”

A particularly vicious thump banged the wall behind them. Both Ivy and Clay turned to see if damage had been caused, and the thump came again. This time, a loud moan accompanied it. Ivy knelt up on the sofa and pressed her ear to the wall. The girl made oh-oh-oh noises, and the apelike grunts punctuated her feminine sounds.

Ivy looked to see that Clay had done the same thing, only he faced her. They watched one another as they listened to Cooper entertain some lucky girl. Her sounds came louder and faster, and so did the banging. The crescendo followed rather quickly, and the noises subsided.

Clay sat back on the sofa, shaking his head. “For a second, I wondered if he was going to plow a path through the wall.”

“That sounded amazing.” Ivy sank down next to him, not bothering to hide the wistfulness in her voice that was probably reflected in her eyes.

He snorted. “Not really. She didn’t climax.”

Ivy gaped at him. “How can you say that? You could hear her as well as I could. I think the whole floor heard her.”

Clay shook his head. “She enjoyed it, sure, but she didn’t come.”

Even if she were inclined to argue, Ivy had nothing with which to compare it. “How can you tell? I mean, Cooper obviously can’t.”

“Experience.”

Ivy regarded him, stunned. She would have pegged him for a virgin.

Clay blushed. “I have four older brothers. Our parents were gone for a week in December when we were home for break. One of my brothers had his girlfriend there, and my other brothers listened whenever they got loud and critiqued his performance. When my brother’s girlfriend heard what they were saying, she laughed and told them they were right.”

“What were they right about?”

“That she was enjoying it, but she wasn’t having orgasms. So my brother did a little research—so did I—and for the rest of the week, his girlfriend went around with the biggest smile on her face.” Clay shrugged. “Girls are too nice to tell a guy he needs to do it harder, faster, or move a little to the left.”

Ivy thought about it. “I think if we like a guy enough to sleep with him, we don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

Clay put his hand over hers again. “Guys who really care about a girl want to know the best way to please you. We can’t do that without feedback.”

Ivy studied his hand. She’d been resting hers on the sofa, so he wasn’t touching her leg. “Have you ever made a girl come like that?”

“Not yet.”

Ivy admired his confidence—it wasn’t a matter of if, but when. When she looked up, she found Clay regarding her intensely. “What?”

“I’d like to make you come like that.”

 

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Lovin’ U #1: Making It Good

Nicoline Tiernan is back with a New Adult mini-series!

 

Final_Making_it_good_200When shy Paula meets Wyatt on her first day at college, she’s immediately drawn to him, but she knows the tattooed hottie can’t possibly be interested. Wyatt is blown away the first moment he sees her, and now he has to convince her that he’s the right man for her.

Warnings: mf, losing virginity to a hot, tattooed guy

Word Count: 6341

Excerpt:

Wyatt paid for her cone and hoped she didn’t see his fingers shake. Since he’d turned fifteen, women had fallen over themselves to go out with him. He’d never had to try so hard in his life, but he guessed this was a portent of the next four years. School had always come easy to him, though that fact ran counter to his reputation. Even his parents had always been surprised when his report cards had reflected top grades. He’d delayed enrollment for a year because he knew he wasn’t mature enough to handle that kind of responsibility. The time for easy success had come to a close.

And boy, was Paula proving that true. She was wary of him, and she kept staring at his tattoo. He couldn’t tell if she was afraid of the black mamba or fascinated. She licked the base of her butterscotch ice cream, and the image brought to mind what she’d look like on her knees, her long, light brown hair pushed back from her face so he could see her pink tongue dart out to lick his cock with the same relish.

She was pretty, the kind of woman who wore her looks carelessly because she had no idea how beautiful she really was. Wyatt had noticed her right off, but she’d been oblivious to his existence. Maybe he had bumped her when he’d leaned closer to see if she’d smelled as good as she’d looked. It hadn’t been intentional, and it had definitely gained her attention, so he couldn’t regret anything immature he might have done.

“It’s a black mamba,” he said when he caught her staring at it as they waited for the signal to let them cross the street. “The most venomous snake in the world. It’s shy, but if you don’t leave it alone, it will wipe the floor with your ass.”

“Oh,” she said, glancing away.

The walk light came on, and they stepped into the street. He wanted to hold her hand, and he had to actively force himself to refrain from grabbing for it. “Do you want to touch it?”

She stared at him, her eyes wide as if he’d asked another question altogether. Did she even know how soft and kissable her lips looked? He sank his teeth into his lower lip to keep his mind on track. That urge was nothing compared to what she generated when she ran her fingertip down his triceps and along the underside of his arm, following the way it wrapped around him.

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