BRUSH STROKES--is a story about a man who gives up on love because of how it has hurt him in the past. His lifestyle and passions let women be near him, but not close, enough to let any new possibility of love take control of him. Nevertheless, love is strange in how it finds its way to us. Yet when it finds us, will we do what it takes to keep it?
My novel BRUSH STROKES is the kind of book you have hard time putting down... The main character holds a conversation with you while he tells you a story. All who read this book feel the passion, the sexiness, and know they have read a great story. The story place in the Northwest
Here is a passage from the book:
My glance altered between watching the road and her every move.
Sitting next to you
Smiling wide thinking about you and you only
My inner vision sees deep in you
A window to your beauty only my eyes can see
The sun and you fight for which one shines the brightest
over me
Highlighting amazing expressions of beauty
Your aura
Wanting God to let me sleep I want to be alone with dreams of your passionate expression
Wanting God to wake me to see you in my eyes for an eternal dawn seeing your beauty forever
Meeah paused, frozen for the next mile, her eyes cast down, yet with another pensive expression on her beautiful face. I turned the music back up and another mile marker passed. She removed her sandals, and put her heels up on the edge of the seat. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she held on to herself like she was either protecting herself or holding on to a feeling she did not want to let go of. Laying her head on her knees, she stared at me. Somehow I was able to watch her root-beer brown toenails wiggling and the oncoming traffic at the same time. Some of her hair blew back with the wind. I felt all possible logic flying out with the wind and love blowing back in.
A taste of erotica in the book..
She slid her thick shapely thighs forward, squatting and on her toes. Placing one hand under his head and reaching back with her other hand, she held the base of his blood hardened outer vein. Lowering, spreading herself nastily over his mouth, she felt his tongue part her, lick her; probe her from end to end.