Daring the Neighbor E-Book

Ann Omasta

• Herausgeber: More Happily Ever Afters
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Get naughty with the neighbor in this sizzling romance serial from the Daring Desires set––a series of sexy standalone romances that can be read in any order. 

Sipping chilled white wine with her best friend and spying on her super sexy neighbor, Ethan, are the highlights of Sabrina's otherwise mundane existence. Vivid fantasies about Ethan are her sweet escape.

At what point does a platonic relationship cross the line? Is flirtation okay? What about an accidental brush of the hand? Is an intentional caress down an arm with the back of one's fingertips going too far? 

As she pushes the boundaries of propriety, Sabrina begins to wonder about a real-life night of passion in Ethan's arms. Would it quench the growing thirst within her or ignite the burning flames of desire that she has kept deeply buried for so long?

Find out now by indulging in Daring the Neighbor.

DARING DESIRES:
1. Daring the Neighbor
2. Daring his Passion
3. Daring Rescue
4. Daring her Captor 
5. Daring the Judge

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Daring the Neighbor

Daring Desires, Book 1

Ann Omasta

**SSS (Sexy, Saucy, Spicy) Alert**

This book is designed for readers aged 18+ who enjoy getting an inside peek at steamy romantic encounters.

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1. Fantasy (Part 1)

2. Fascination (Part 2)

3. Fruition (Part 3)

4. Fulfillment (Part 4)

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1

Fantasy (Part 1)

"Your husband is an ass," Sabrina's no-nonsense best friend, Carla, informed her for the bazillionth time.

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, but also not having anyone else to confide in, Sabrina held up her hands in mock surrender. "I know, but I married him. It was my choice."

"And you've been paying for it ever since." Carla was starting to sound exasperated. "I'd say that after enduring six years of verbal abuse from Mick the dick, your penance is more than covered for making one bad decision. Granted...it was a ginormous bad decision, but you still shouldn't have to suffer for all of eternity for it."

"He doesn't abuse me." Sabrina was starting to feel a little defensive. She would not stay with someone who abused her. Mick was no longer even a little bit nice to her, but he had never raised a hand in her direction.

Carla's expression softened a little. "Just because he hasn't hit you YET," she enunciated that last bit, "does not mean he isn't abusive in other ways. Calling you a 'stupid twat' is the absolute definition of verbal abuse." Giving Sabrina a sad smile, she added, "It's in the dictionary. Look it up."

"That is not in the dictionary." Sabrina couldn't help chuckling at her wacky BFF as Carla adamantly nodded her head that her outlandish claim was true.

The ladies had met several years ago when they had both decided to try their first (and last) Pilates class. About ten minutes into the class, Carla had caught Sabrina's eye and mouthed, "Want to go get donuts and coffee?" Assuming that she meant after class, Sabrina nodded, despite the fact that she was already panting with exertion. Carla immediately got up and slipped out the back door. Sabrina didn't see any option except to follow her. The two had giggled about their escape from the tortuous class and had been inseparable ever since, much to Mick's chagrin.

The women had been relaxing and chatting over an inexpensive, but flavorful bottle of Red Zinfandel on Sabrina's screened in front porch, and their view had just improved dramatically. An oversized black pickup truck pulled into the driveway next door and parked. From their comfy bouncy chairs, the ladies enjoyed a perfect line-of-sight to both the impressive truck and the sexy hunk of man who emerged from it.

Their conversation halted as they both practically drooled while gawking at Sabrina's hot next-door neighbor. When his jeans stretched taut over his firm ass as he bent to retrieve something from the backseat of the truck, they both sucked in air.

Carla gave an appreciative, "Oh my damn," under her breath.

"He does that on purpose," Sabrina guessed, trying to pretend like he didn't get under her skin. "He knows how sexy he is, and he knows we are out here. He's just showing off."

"Even better," Carla purred. "If you're not going to take advantage of the chance to do that hunk of beefcake, I'll be glad to give him a whirl."

Sabrina narrowed her gray eyes at Carla in a 'don't even think about it' glare. Having reluctantly revealed her growing crush on her new neighbor, Ethan, to Carla over some bottomless glasses of Riesling a few weeks ago, she assumed (and hoped) that her friend was just teasing.

Carla had started out hinting, and had lately been outright telling, Sabrina that she should have a hot and dirty affair with the perfect male specimen.

When Ethan paused next to his truck, raised his tee shirt up to reveal perfectly flat tight abs, and pulled it over his head, Carla tore her eyes away for a moment. "Seriously? How can you NOT want to hit that?" Her voice sounded incredulous.

"I never said that I don't want to," Sabrina admitted before adding, "but I can't."

"Why the hell not?" Carla sounded like she was about ready to knock some sense into her friend.

Feeling like she shouldn't have to explain this over and over, Sabrina let out a small sigh. "You know I'm married, and you know I'm not a cheater."

Turning somewhat serious, Carla reached out to lightly lift Sabrina's downcast chin. "And you know that I don't think you should be married anymore. There's this newfangled thing called divorce that auto-magically gets people out of terrible, unhealthy, dead-end relationships. You should try it sometime. It would transform your life and allow you to get down and dirty with whoever you choose––starting with that ode to masculinity right over there." Carla waved a hand in Ethan's direction, right as he looked up and offered a friendly wave to the two of them.

Both women responded with dreamy smiles and return waves as they watched him walk inside his house. "I'm telling you what," Carla continued after his front door closed, "that hot stallion would probably give you the ride of your life. You should go over there right now, strip him naked, mount him, and fuck him like there's no tomorrow––or at least until tomorrow."

Sabrina shook her head at her crass but practical friend. "If only it were that simple," she said sadly.

"It is." Carla raised her shoulders as if she couldn't comprehend the problem.

Both women looked up as Mick's sleek silver Mercedes pulled into the driveway. "Welp, that's my queue to go." Carla downed the rest of the wine in her glass as she eyeballed the car that was Mick's pride and joy.

"You don't have to leave just because he's home," Sabrina tried, but she knew neither Mick nor Carla wanted to make small talk with the other. In all honesty, she preferred not to have to run interference between them, anyway.

Her husband and her best friend didn't bother to hide their animosity towards each other. They had never gotten along and probably never would. Carla thought he was a heartless prick, and he thought she was a loudmouthed, bad influence on Sabrina. The two were barely civil to each other, so things were much less stressful all around when they actively avoided seeing one another.

"Think about my suggestion for tonight's stress-relieving and blood-pumping activity." Carla waggled her eyebrows as if all of Sabrina's problems would be immediately washed away by a steamy night of sex with her neighbor.

"Yeah, right." Sabrina rolled her eyes, pretending like she would be able to think about anything but a sexy night of passion in Ethan's arms. If the last several weeks were any indication, she would fantasize about being with him in every spare moment. She was embarrassed to admit it to anyone, even Carla, but daydreaming about the many ways Ethan could rock her world had quickly become her favorite pastime.

"I suppose there's no dinner ready, since that skanky lush was here?" The rude, rhetorical question proved that Mick was already in a pissy mood.

Sabrina took a deep breath and plastered on a smile, determined not to start the evening out with a nasty fight. "I was just getting ready to put a casserole in the oven."

"Great, just what I've been dreaming about all day at work, while you sat around drinking with your friend...a casserole."

Choosing to ignore his baiting remarks, Sabrina went to the kitchen to preheat the oven and do the final prep on the salad, rolls and chicken dish she had started earlier. She hated it when Mick insinuated that she did nothing all day but sit around eating bon-bons and drinking wine.

He knew that she had a high-pressure consulting job, which consumed almost all of her time. Since she was able to do that remotely, and she worked from home the vast majority of the time, he liked to make it sound like she didn't do anything. His job as a private pilot required him to be away from home, so somehow that made his work more real and important than hers––in his mind, anyway.

The fact that she worked 60-plus hours per week, made all of the meals, and managed to keep their household running smoothly, apparently equated to her sitting around and not being productive in Mick's world. Catching her in a rare moment of relaxation with Carla when he got home was all the proof he needed to confirm his belief that she was lazy and got the better end of the deal in their relationship.

"Hey, bring me a beer," he yelled from the living room. Evidently hearing what an ass he sounded like, he added, "Would ya?"

After opening a bottle of the dark beer he preferred, and that she always kept stocked and chilled, she delivered it to him. She took note of the fact that he already had his feet up and was kicked back watching the news, but she didn't comment on it. He gave a distracted head nod, without looking in her direction, to acknowledge her bringing the beer.

She walked back to the kitchen and sighed. She felt like crying, but knew that wouldn't accomplish anything. Deciding a better option would be to keep her hands busy in order to distract herself from her mundane marriage, she started mixing a batch of brownies for dessert.

They ate their dinner in silence in front of the television, as was the norm. Mick left the news channel on––even though they had started repeating stories since he had plopped down to watch it. He knew she preferred to watch the entertainment show that was on during this time slot, but it never crossed his mind to offer to change the channel. She was only able to watch what she preferred on the glorious nights when he was on a trip.

She took their plates back to the kitchen and began washing the dishes, wishing that just once, he would say that she had made a great meal and that he would take care of the cleanup. The thought made her smile at her own eternal optimism. It would be an amazing thing to have happen, but it was also not in the cards. It was probably more likely that Ethan from next door would kick through their front door, stroll into their house buck-naked, pick her up in his muscular arms, and carry her back to his house for a night of lovemaking that she would never forget. Now that was something to think about.