love of her life, Cora Knowles is already requesting a divorce. To her
recollection, philandering was not a part of her wedding vows, and she wasn’t
about to stand by while ‘Sally from accounts’ rolled about on her Egyptian
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.
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.”
Things, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best
form of escapism that the world has to offer.
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
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.
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl