What is YOUR passion?
A Ripple Effects Novel
Releasing Oct 10th, 2016
When an uncharacteristically rash decision lands law school graduate Melody Grayson in San Francisco’s dicey Tenderloin District, she comes face to face with a dangerously tempting man who embodies every mistake she swore she would never repeat. Passionate, sexy, and far more insightful than she’d care to admit, he causes her to question everything she thought she knew about her future. Now she’ll have to decide where the bigger risk lies: in the prudent path she has been working tirelessly to pursue, or in the intriguing but uncertain one he’s offering.
Up-and-coming, Irish-born musician Jamie Callahan is no stranger to chaos; he’s lived a lifetime of it. But in the fall of 2004, when the music industry is on the verge of massive upheaval, the life he aspires to could come at a heavier price than he’s prepared to pay. And while Melody may be the ideal person to help him navigate the gambles he must take, a relationship with her might be his biggest gamble yet.
SOUND EFFECTS is a standalone dual POV adult contemporary romance that captures the gloriously unpredictable nature of life, in which the path from who you are, to who you’re meant to become may not be a straight one. It may also have a few bumps. Sexy, humor-filled, and relatable, Sound Effects is a story about living passionately, staying true to yourself, and finding that one magic person who makes the journey of self-discovery an adventure worth taking.
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Finally, growing tired of my thumping, he took hold of my wrists in one large hand and pulled me tight against his body. With masculine savagery, he kissed me, long and hard. It was an access of pure passion, not of affection or desire. Still, with his warm lips on mine, I disintegrated into that kiss, struggling to stay standing on my own two legs, and struggling to find an anchor point between a crush of raging emotions.
My head was swimming with them, and I could not gather my wits. I pulled back slightly and bit his lip, hard enough to taste the tang of blood in the soft flesh of his mouth. His eyes lit with fire, but he released my wrists from his hold.
“You have no claim on me!” I insisted. I was so upset that I needed to hear myself say it, knowing full well that his claim on me was self-imposed, and that he could easily argue for the opposing side.
But Jamie was not interested in my argument, and even less in making one of his own. He pressed me to him and took my mouth again, deliberate and ruthless, staking his claim in his own way, and making his case even as I protested.
It was all so bewildering and infuriating and ardent, and so I kissed him back hard, matching his passion breath for breath, and staking my own claim while punishing him at the same time.
I wasn’t thinking about where we were. I didn’t care about my recklessness or what good sense might tell me. I wasn’t listening to anything but the demands of my body and his.
L.J. Greene is a self-professed obsessive multi-tasker who writes really boring stuff by day and lets her inner romantic fly by night. This California native is married to the most amazing man and has two beautiful children, not old enough to read her books. (They probably wouldn’t want to anyway on account of the “Ew, gross” factor.) She’s an avid reader of all genres, with an embarrassingly large eBook collection and a weird penchant for reading the acknowledgements pages of the books she buys. She's also a music lover with no apparent musical talent, a travel enthusiast, and a cheese connoisseur.