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Invisible Ink by Elisabeth Joye
Cover Design: Amber Lee Easton
Genre: Erotic Romance
Blurb
Lex has never
felt more exposed.
She has just
allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie
her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign
autographs.
It is the
start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something
public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she
struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with
Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards
his emotions.
What starts
as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex
past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life,
making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while
she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.
Excerpt
“So you’re in
love with him, right?” Sammi asked as soon as I finished telling her the story
of my recent activities with Jake. We were at the pool, soaking in the sun and
sipping those cocktails that you don’t realize are getting you drunk until it’s
too late.
Drunk Sammi
was an expert at putting her old reporter skills to good use.
“In love with
him?” I avoided eye contact, put my blonde locks up in a bun and played with
the straps on my bikini. “No. It’s not like that. He’s not even in L.A. right
now.”
“Well, you
should see your face when you talk about him these days,” she said, taking a
sip from her pink straw. “You’re in so much trouble, Lexi. I hope you don’t get
pregnant.”
I laughed.
“We always use a condom, Sammi, You know about his manwhore ways.”
“Exactly. My
point exactly,” she said.
Since our
night together that turned into a morning together, Jake had been traveling
non-stop preparing for another new project. Other than his random text messages,
which kept me entertained on fall afternoons when stuck at my desk, I tried not
to think about him. He wasn’t around. I didn’t want to waste time missing him.
I struggled,
however, because as the months passed since our first hookup, he was more and
more popular in the press, his face in magazines, in the tabloids and his name
on the lips of people that hadn’t even heard of him a year ago.
But we
weren’t anything serious. We were just a sex thing.
I stirred my
drink with the straw and thought about Sammi’s “love” comment for a long time,
staring up at a the palm tree over my head. “When I’m with him,” I said. “It’s
like…the real world doesn’t exist. Thoughts don’t exist.”
Sammi sighed
and flipped from her back to her stomach.
“Trouble,”
she said.
* * *
It was 11
p.m. and my phone buzzed next to me in bed. I was half asleep and rolled over
to glance at the screen.
"I must
have done something wrong in a past life."
Another weird
text from Jake. I could never be never sure he meant them for me.
He was
thousands of miles away telling me he had a bad day. Or maybe he had one in a
past life?
"I must
have been a crooked lawyer or a dentist or something," he said.
I pictured
him lying in bed alone with his phone and found myself missing him. I shook the
thought away.
"What’s
wrong?" I asked back.
"It was
a long day."
"Why?"
He didn’t
write back for a few minutes.
"I just
shouldn’t try to debate things with people when I’m exhausted," he wrote.
He wasn’t joking or charming me. Maybe he had actual human emotions?
“What
happened?” I wrote back, trying a third time to get him to tell me.
"Send me
a pic of u," he said.
Of course. Of
course he asked for a fucking picture.
"Only if
you tell me you know for sure who this is," I typed back.
"U doubt
I know who this is?" he said. "Your name rhymes with S-E-X."
I laughed out
loud.
"And you
taste great."
"Ok,
keep going," I typed. I could be bolder on the phone than I ever could be
in person with him. I didn’t have to look into his eyes on the phone. Or risk
him touching me and making me forget what air was.
"Don’t
get greedy," he wrote back.
Silence for a
long time, then the phone buzzed again.
"Where’s
my pic?"
I didn’t
respond.
"Ok.
I’ll play. You’re a good way to calm myself down,” he wrote.
An unlikely
compliment from him. I felt uneasy. Before he could type back anything else, I
stripped off my shirt and snapped a topless selfie on the bed. After I cropped
it and colored it the way I wanted, I pressed send.
"Now I
don’t feel so calm," he said back. "Goodnight."
I stared at
the phone for a minute and then at the ceiling for another half hour.
Exhausted
from tossing and turning, I clicked the screen back to life.
"Now I
can’t sleep so you owe me,” I wrote.
* * *
A few days
later, a book arrived at my apartment. It was a collection of outdoor
photography, no words, only gorgeous pictures. Tucked inside, a typed note.
"Next
time you can’t sleep, look at this and remember beauty is everywhere. – J"
I wondered
how many other girls his assistant had sent this book to over the years. Still,
I smiled to myself there in my kitchen.
About the Author
(Photo by SJMacky Photography)
Elisabeth
Joye used to write about Congress. Now, she writes about sex. A former
political journalist, she’s wanted to write a romance novel since she was 12
and finally found the inspiration to do it by incorporating her love of
concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published
novella.
When she’s
not writing, Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four year old son. She
lives in the Midwest with her husband and family.
Links
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Goodreads
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