It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel wrong. It just...feels.
EJ Cunning, an art history major, dates musicians. Foster Blake, a chemical engineering major, can’t sing a tune. They’re not each other’s type. They’re coworkers.
Then, one night leads to sex—sex between friends—which leads to an agreement. It all seems so simple—but nothing ever is.
Many layers build a person’s facade.
Look into the depths for what’s hidden within.
It’s more than water. It’s a story—a living and breathing substance beyond the reflective surface.
Currently has 120 Amazon US reviews with an average rating of 4.6 and 2,600+ ratings on Goodreads with a 94% postive rating. When released, More Than Water experienced a high volume of sales for the first six months of sales. It reached and remained in the Top Ten Amazon categories or New Adult and Coming of Age for the first month and the Top 100 for nearly a year. It is well-loved by English speaking/reading readers both in the US and internationally. Outside of the US it has gained attention by readers in Brazil, Italy, Greece, France, Greenland, China, and Taiwan. To this day, almost eighteen months after the English language release, it still garners a great amount of word-of-mouth success.
“Fucking girl clothes,” he says, flustered, yanking at the force field of intimate apparel. “These damn hooks.”
“You can formulate a hydrogen bomb, but you can’t undo a bra?”
“The university doesn’t offer classes on this shit.”
“I’ll complain to the dean.”
The garment finally unhinges, and my breasts are freed. With apparent frustration, Foster removes the bra from my body in one fell swoop and then cups one breast with his palm while mouthing the other. He tweaks a nipple with his fingers and nibbles gently on the other with his teeth as we slowly lower back to the mattress.
I arch my back, encouraging him to keep fondling me the way he is, because fuck me the feel of his body touching mine is giving me incredibly salacious ideas. And I genuinely don’t care if what we’re doing is wrong because I’m adopting a new rule until morning. If it feels good, it is good.
My hands skim and press along his lean arms and firm back as he continues to suck and lick my chest. Reaching his waistband, I follow the line of denim to the front of his pants and attempt to undo the button.
“Need help?” he asks, kissing his way up to my ear.
“Yes. Your pants are like a chastity belt. Are you trying to keep me out?”
Foster laughs against my cheek and snakes an arm between us, popping open the button. I unzip his pants and grip his length under his boxer shorts. He growls into my ear, and holy fuck, does that ever make me want to pump his dick.
So, I do.
What is he doing to me? Foster Blake, the library and chemistry geek?
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French
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Translated by Ludi Traduction
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Author review: Alice was incredible to work with. She was very communicative and provided an excellent product. I highly recommend her. |
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Author review: Fernanda was timely and the translation was great. I highly recommend her. Very satisfied. |
