Object of My Desire by R.L. Kenderson
Publication date: March 14th, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
A romance author, a cover model, a book signing … a crush.
Ordinary women like me know we shouldn’t fall for beautiful men like Travis Zehler, one of the hottest cover models in romance fiction. But, sometimes, we can’t help ourselves.
When I meet him at a book signing, my attraction to him is instant. I’m infatuated, and I can’t stop thinking about him.
Even though I have doubts he’d ever be interested, I invite Travis to attend a book signing with me. And he says yes.
My fantasy comes true when he takes me to his bed, and the more time we spend together, the more I see that Travis isn’t some object to be desired.
He’s a man with a past. A man who’s been burned. A man who’s learned to keep his guard up.
I want to show him he can trust again, but when our confidence in each other is shaken, I begin to wonder if happily ever afters are only for my romance novels.
Excerpt:
I grabbed two wineglasses from the cupboard and poured us
each a glass. I drank my first glass because I was in for the night and because
I could, and then I went to find my own phone. It was buried deep in my purse.
I unlocked my screen to see that Travis had messaged me a
couple of times.
Travis: Whatcha doin’?
Travis: I’m sitting here, thinking I had more fun last Saturday.
I laughed. “Serves you right,” I said to my phone. I also
didn’t know where here was, and I was
proud of myself for not memorizing his schedule.
I opened my camera to take a rare selfie. I put my glass to
my lips and held the camera high. Click.
Me: I’m at home where I just opened a bottle of wine.
And Send.
Travis: I want to be that wine.
Ooh, he was flirting again. This man was such a tease.
I downed the rest of my wine exactly like I’d been taught
not to do and took a picture of the empty glass.
Me: Too late. It’s all inside me now.
Travis: Now, I really want to be that wine.
Travis: BTW, thanks for giving me a fricking hard-on at my
aunt’s wedding.
I burst out laughing. That was right. His aunt was getting
married for, like, the fourth time or something like that, and Travis did not want
to be there.
Me: #sorrynotsorry
Me: I’ve been wet for almost a week, so I don’t feel bad for
you.
Clearly, the wine had already gone straight to my head.
Travis: Send me another picture. This time, naked.
Me: Ha. Never going to happen. If you want to see me naked,
you’re going to have to do it in person.
Travis: Hold that thought.
Harper came back into the kitchen. “What’d I miss?” she
asked as she picked up her wine.
I scrolled to the top of my messages and handed her my
phone. “Come on. Let’s go relax on the couch.”
I grabbed the bottle of wine and took it with me as Harper
slowly walked and read behind me. I set the bottle on the coffee table and
dropped down onto the couch.
Harper plopped down next to me and gave me back my phone. “Wow.”
“You think so?”
She took a sip of her wine. “Now, you know why he didn’t
invite you.”
“Yeah, way too early for a wedding date, especially a family
wedding.”
“Has he texted you back yet?”
I checked my phone. “Nope.”
“What do you think he meant by hold on?”
I shrugged. “Beats the hell out of me.”
Harper gasped and sat forward. “You don’t think he’s going
to send you a naked pic first?” Her eyes rounded. “He’s going to send you a
dick pic.”
I took a drink of my wine and shook my head. “Please, no. I
really like him, and I want him to be smart enough to know that women don’t
want pictures of penises.” I held up a finger. “However, I wouldn’t turn down a
full nude. But it doesn’t mean I’m sending him anything in return.”
******
An hour passed without anything else from Travis. But, by
then, Harper and I were on our second bottle of wine, and I didn’t care too
much that he hadn’t gotten back to me. I was tipsy, and he was with his family.
It was just after eleven when Harper yawned. “Maybe it’s
time for us to put our pajamas on.”
“What? No way. We have to stay up and party.”
“This from the girl who, earlier tonight, said that it
sounded like Travis had an exhausting social life.”
“That’s before I turned my bloodstream into an alcohol-stream.”
“How soon you forget that you party until you crash, and
then it’s lights out for you for the rest of the night.”
I took a sip of my wine. “I beg to differ.”
“Your twenty-second birthday. You made it up the stairs
where you sat down and promptly fell asleep with your head on the top stair.”
“Okay, you might have a point.”
Harper pursed her lips. “There is no might about it.”
“Okay, let’s go change. We can party in our pajamas.”
Harper stood. “A party with just the two of us?”
“Three of us,” I corrected. “We have Maleficent, too.”
Harper looked over at my cat, who was sleeping upside down
on my chair.
I shrugged and laughed. I pushed myself off the couch to go
upstairs where the two of us could change when the doorbell rang.
Our eyes met.
“Who would be at your house this late at night?”
“I don’t know.” I gasped. “It’s a rapist. A murder. A
murdering rapist. Or would it be a raping murderer?”
“You watch too much TV.”
“Scoff all you want, but I saw an episode of Forensic Files where a guy knocked on a
woman’s door in the middle of the night, left, came back, raped her, and left
her for dead. And that shit is real life.”
“I’m going to go and peek out the window.”
I grabbed Harper’s arm. “No. What if he sees you?”
“What if it’s a she?”
I straightened my spine. “You think a woman wants to rape
and murder us?”
Harper rolled her eyes and pushed my hand off her. The
second she went to go to the window, my phone rang.
I screeched and jumped.
I picked it up from where it sat on the couch, and Harper
and I both said, “It’s Travis,” at the same time.
I looked up. “How did you know Travis was calling me?”
She pointed out the window and grinned. “I didn’t. Travis is
outside.”
Author Bio:R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.
Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.
When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.
One lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and the other in the Kansas City area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day, and together they’re a sexy author by night. They communicate through phone, email, and whole lot of messaging.
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