Decker Brand has spent the past four years earning back his man-card. He’s got the calloused hands, the dirty jeans and the toned body to show for it. Now that he’s satisfied with whom he is he intends to stay true to himself even if it means remaining alone.
Lingering glances, Soft touches, Shallow Breaths…
April Maddox thought she’d lucked out when she found her prince at the early age of sixteen. Unfortunately, their kiss turned him from king to croaker right before her eyes.
Forsaken and cynical, she fears all men will leave her with warts before hopping off to another woman’s lily pad.
Smooth strokes, Light nips, Gentle tugs…
When it comes to relationships, they say timing is everything, and everything has its time.
History has played a part in Decker’s and April’s desire to give up on love. Fate will bring them together. It’s up to them to battle the outside forces, life’s interruptions, and daily dramas… together. With a little faith, they can undo everything that’s been…
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Lisa N. Paul brings us Blocked – A heartwarming story with just the right touch of drama to keep you flipping pages! This story of April Maddox and Decker Brand’s bumpy road towards love will make you fall in love!
April is a middle school teacher and she is sweet, very insecure but at the same time is one feisty little thing that has sarcasm that I love. She was very hurt by someone she trusted. Her loyalty was taken for granted leaving April hurt and broken. Her guard is up, walls were erected and she won’t let herself be hurt again. That is, until she meets her match with Decker Brand. But April is stubborn and Decker won’t be able to work his way in that easy.
Decker Brand is widowed and a father to six-year old daughter Charlie. He runs a successful construction company and is extremely sexy, protective, caring, passionate and funny. Basically Decker Brand seems to have created a BRAND all of his own, he’s the total package! But all this sexiness doesn’t come easy or without a past. He has known what it feels like to have your world falling down around you, but Decker has been able to overcome tragedy and there is nothing holding him back.
“So much goodness can rise from the worst devastation, April. One just needs to believe in the possibilities.”
I loved Decker and April’s chemistry. This book is perfectly blended. Love, Drama, Humor, Angst all blended into the Decker/April sandwich. Reading their story unfold was easy, everything seemed to fall into place right where it should’ve making you fall head over heels. Both very likable characters as well as the supporting characters leave you either loving or hating them, just as you should. She gives you just enough of them to make you want to know where their stories go, hopefully in future books!
HIS GRAVELLY LAUGH reverberated through the phone, making her insides clench with desire she’d never before known. April resisted lifting her lids, not wanting to end the magnificent dream he created in her mind’s eye.
“I have no idea,” he admitted, his voice sounding as rough with need as she felt.
Inhaling deeply, April forced her eyes open and looked down at her body. Her lace covered nipples stood in erect peaks, begging to be touched, while her stocking-covered feet rubbed together anxiously, like a cricket sending out a mating call. “Come on, Deck, I know you aren’t a virgin any more than I am. It’s okay. I just wanna know how you learned to have phone sex like that?”
Another deep chuckle infiltrated her ear. “Oh, sweet woman, that was not phone sex. That was… fuck.” April could hear the exasperation in his tone. “Frankly, that was something I’ve never experienced in my life. To be honest, I wasn’t certain how that was going to play out, but I just closed my eyes and pictured what you were doing and… it was like I could touch you, April. I could actually fucking taste your lips. That was phone-kissing and it was… mmm.”
The timbre of his deep voice felt like his hands, thick and calloused. She’d only felt them a couple of times at the gym when he touched her shoulder or held her hand, but when he’d caressed her cheeks while kissing her at the restaurant, she nearly melted on contact. It was the thought of his rough on her soft that swept her away in his fantasy just moments earlier.
“It was absolutely ‘mmm’,” she teased. Having never experienced phone sex before, neither the full-fledged kind nor the type they’d just engaged in, April knew without a doubt if it was something that could make her feel that good, hell, she’d do it every damn day. “Deck?” She swallowed hard, summoning the courage to say what her mind was shouting.
“What do you need, beautiful?” There was a smile in his question, nothing cocky or crude, but it was as if he asked while fully knowing what she was going to say.
“Your kisses,” she started slowly, “both in person and over the phone, made me feel things.” She brought her hand over her breast and rolled her tightened nipple between her finger and her thumb, pinching the nub until small sparks lit in her core. “Things I haven’t felt in a long, long time. I really liked it, Decker… I like you. And I need… more. I want more.” She switched to her other breast, kneading the sensitive flesh, pulling at her nipple as she continued to talk to the man who’d lit her up more than once that evening.
“Are you touching yourself, April?”
“Yes.” She heard the quiver in her voice, but she didn’t have it in her to be ashamed.
“Good. Where are you touching, honey?” There was no hiding his desire. It was clear as day in each throaty question.
“Umm—” Shit, she had to answer him. She was a grown damn woman, and she could perform without a problem, but when it came to talking about sex in a sexy way… well, apparently she was missing that quality—at least according to her ex-husband.
“Do you trust me?” Decker asked for the second time that night.
Chuckling, he repeated her answer. “‘Okay’ is better than no, so we’re getting somewhere. April, feel free to stop me if I ever make you feel uncomfortable, okay?”
“That I can promise,” she answered confidently.
“Perfect. Now, where are you touching yourself, babe?”
“April, are you touching your breasts? Christ, I hope you are. I’ve thought about your perfect tits for months, each time I watched you on the treadmill.”
Oh my God, his words were like jolts of electricity zinging to the very center of her.
“Are you pinching your nipples, beautiful? Making them pebble beneath your long, delicate fingers? Are they begging for my mouth?”
April swallowed. Her breaths were shallow as liquid heat pooled between her thighs. “Mmm, yes, they’re so sensitive, Decker.”
She heard his muffled groan before he said, “Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to sweep my tongue over those hardened points and suck until you screamed my name. But…” His words stopped.
Confused, April pulled the phone from her ear to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “But what? But what, Decker?” The high pitch of her voice would have been amusing had it not sounded so pathetic to her own ears.
“But…” Decker sounded strained but more composed than her. “I asked you to kiss me tonight, and you agreed. But more importantly, I asked for your trust, and you gave it to me.”
There was so much conviction in his words, so much intensity, April felt as if she could see him, touch him… trust him. She shook her head. No, not yet.
“I intend to keep that trust. So as much as it pains me to say this, this is where we need to get off.”
“That’s what I was trying to do before you so rudely interrupted me, Mr. Brand,” April needled.
“Ms. Maddox,” Decker mock-scolded, “are you trying to corrupt my morals? Because I will not allow it.”
Unable to remember the last time her cheeks ached from smiling, April giggled into the phone. “I won’t try to corrupt you, you sweet innocent man, but I will thank you for everything. I had a great time tonight, Deck.”
“Me too, April. I know our schedules are crazy, but I look forward to seeing you again, outside of the gym,” he qualified. “Sleep well, beautiful. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Lisa N. Paul is a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, reader, writer, blogger, and self-proclaimed comedian—just not always in that order. Ever since she was a little girl, she has devoured books. Falling in love with the Sweet Valley High series at a young age drew Lisa to series books and inspired her to write her own. Thursday Nights is the first book in her Charistown series.
When not writing, Lisa can be found eating french fries and Godiva raspberry truffles, or hanging out with her husband and two sons.