While trying to soothe her broken heart with copious amounts of cake and liqueur chocolates, her best friend, Olivia suggests that the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else. Problems arise when the one Cora ‘gets under’ turns out to be the son of the Director of Prosecution—her boss. Worse still, he’s young. Younger than Cora originally thought, and younger than she’s comfortable with.
But, when the attraction is undeniable, Cora needs to decide whether she’ll turn her back on the enigmatic Brandon Sharp, or take a risk and follow her heart, even though she promised herself she’d never do that again…
suggested. “That bastard will see how happy you look and realise how badly
he fucked up.” She sucked back on a cigarette then blew the smoke out in a
rush. “Come to think of it. We need to go out tonight. That will really piss
him off. You can post photos and everything.”
“Yes, Cora. I love you, and I think you’re gorgeous, but lying on my couch for
months on end, eating liqueur chocolates while watching Netflix isn’t doing a
thing for your figure.”
everything that was said before it.”
“Fuck Jack. You should discount everything he ever said to you before the
moment you saw his butt as he pumped that Sally woman from behind in your
until it flattened possessively against my stomach, pulling me against him as
his head lowered to the curve of my neck and he inhaled deeply. I could barely
breathe. Every nerve in my body was alive and screaming for more. I had never,
ever, ever, ever, ever, had this reaction to a man before. The question of
whether or not I could go through with a one-night stand suddenly became a moot
point. His touch had already melted my panties right off.
sound in the room, so clear. It felt like a wild promise curling through my
body until it pooled as a heat between my thighs.
around his base before I drew him into my mouth, swallowing him back with a
greed I never knew I possessed. Who was this woman? I was giving head like a
porn star on my knees in a hotel room with a stranger.
waiting. Reaching up, he popped the clasp on my bra then dragged his fingers
down the skin of my back, hooking my panties, dragging them down too. Then with
a groan, he grabbed my arse cheeks, squeezing hard before he bit down. My eyes
went wide and I gasped, a bolt of lust landing right in the centre of my core.
What the hell was that?
stood back up, spinning me so I was facing him again. I let my bra fall down my
arms and his eyes darkened. “Those tits.”
Australian born and bred, she writes New Adult Romance revolving around her authentically Aussie characters with all the quirks you’d expect from those born Down Under.
Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more than just it’s outback and tries to show characters in a city and suburban setting.
When she isn’t writing, she wears the hat of ‘wife and mother’ to her husband and four children.
Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to commerce/law at university.
Originally from Sydney’s Western suburbs, she currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.