Emma is beautiful, educated, and damaged. Unavailable emotionally, she has succeeded in her job as an escort where liaisons only go as far as the length of time you purchase. In her line of work, relationships are risky. You don’t mix business with pleasure; it’s a conflict of interest. That was always the rule—until Anthony.
Touted as one of Los Angeles’ most sought after men, Anthony is a hot commodity. A once confirmed bachelor, his tune changes once Emma comes into his life. She’s the one, and he’ll do anything to keep her.
Hell bent on unraveling the mysteries of Emma’s life, he sets out to solve the secrets that are buried with her mother. The ghosts of Emma’s past threaten to destroy the delicate bond they have created. What he uncovers has the potential to bind them forever or break them apart.
Fate is fickle, and not always forgiving.
When it comes to brownie points, can you ever collect enough to erase the past?
Kelly Collins writes with the intention of keeping the love alive.
Always a romantic, she is inspired by real time events mixed with a dose of fiction. She encourages her readers to reach the happily ever after but bask in the afterglow of the perfectly imperfect love.
Kelly lives in Colorado with her husband of twenty-five years. She loves hockey, shiny objects and has a new-found appreciation for green smoothies.
I wrote this scene so that the reader would understand the connection these two people have. It shows Anthony's desire to completely possess Emma and Emma's surrender. I love it when two individuals are so close that they're almost fused into one. It's beautiful when two independent people can come together and share themselves completely but remain true to themselves and their individual desires. Brownie Points is book 2 in the Decadent Series. It can be read as a stand alone but follows Just Dessert if you want to meet the entire cast. Whipped is next in the series.
I wake, lying in his arms. Snuggling up to him, I try to get as close as I can. I can’t believe how many times we made love last night. The first time was brutal. He was punishing me for pulling away from him and for calling him old. His desperation to have me was in every thrust. He pounded my flesh as if he were trying to climb into my body. I could almost hear him yelling “mine” each time our hips met. We took and we gave until our appetites were replete and we collapsed in exhaustion.