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Genre: Dystopian, Erotic Romance, BDSM
Release Date: March 31st, 2015
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Being Amber (New Atlanta #1)
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Being Sapphire (New Atlanta #2)
Being Emerald (New Atlanta #3)
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#Synopsis:
Brave, beautiful, and not easily controlled—even within a dictatorship—Laila Lewis has finally attained the prestige of an Emerald designation. Now only one thing is keeping her from her life’s goal of retrieving the Declaration of Independence and other priceless artifacts from the wild unknown of the Onyx Zone: the six weeks of training necessary to ensure her survival outside the city walls. But she won’t be going it alone.
After a year as a designated Emerald, rugged, sensual ex-cop Rock Rodgers is finally prepared to leave New Atlanta for good. Six weeks of training is the only thing standing between him and his next mission: to disappear into the freedom of the Onyx Zone where the long-armed rule of the Gov can’t reach him. But when the chemistry between him and Laila reaches a boiling point, with captivity just one false move away, will he have to escape on his own—or risk everything for a woman more tempting than freedom.
CONTENT WARNING: Contains explicit sexual language and content, and elements of BDSM that may be objectionable to some readers.
#MeettheAuthor
Sylvia lives the life of an ordinary wife, mother and professional existing in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She reads voraciously and loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the alpha males in the novels she reads.
When she gets the chance to shed the prim and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret identity, Sylvia Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas in extraordinary settings for her readers to remember long after the book has been read. Her dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into tangible works of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.
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#Excerpt
Being Emerald by Sylvia Ryan excerpt #1
Laila closed her eyes and enjoyed Rock’s warm breath ruffling her hair. The slow expansion and release of his chest pressed at her back. His heavy arm slung over her waist cinched her close to him. She felt exceptionally small and perfectly safe.
“So, you can have babies now?” The rumble of his words vibrated against her back.
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling if she said it too loud, it wouldn’t be real.
“Are you going to run right out and fuck the first man you see?”
Something fluttered inside. You’re the first man I see. “If that’s your way of asking if I’m seeing someone, the answer is God no.”
“Not just no, but God no? Why so adamant?”
“Getting me pregnant is all sex with any of these boys outside Amber is good for. And, yes, I mean boys, because men should know how to give a woman an orgasm.”
He chuckled. “I’ve heard their skills are lacking.”
“You’re being kind. Not one man I’ve been with since I left Amber could get me off. Plus, every damn one of them treated me like a novelty. Brave men who took a walk on the wild side putting their dicks into an Amber. It didn’t take long to realize what was going on. Overall, it was too much effort to put in just to be disappointed once we got our clothes off.”
Rock laughed, shaking her body along with his. Laila loved the sound of it.
“How long has it been?”
She avoided the question by turning over so they lay face to face. His hard bicep was her pillow. Embarrassed, she shook her head.
One side of his mouth quirked up. “Come on. Out with it.”
“Years.”
The silence filling the inches between their faces was deafening.
“Jesus, Laila.”
She smiled. “We could be benefriends.” Immediately tensing, she prayed for the response she wanted. Putting herself out there wasn’t her style, especially when she was unsure if the interest was mutual. She’d felt his desire once, when he’d allowed his mind to wander. It had made him upset. She didn’t understand why, yet. “Don’t be scared, I won’t bite.” She snapped her teeth and laughed.
He hooked the nape of her neck and pulled her head closer to his. They were nose to nose. His eyes glittered “You’re the one who should be scared, because I do.”
He seemed surprised she didn’t try to get out of his grip. Her empathic gift flared as he channeled his pent-up sexual desire.
“Trust me, baby, you don’t want anything to do with my twisted version of sex.”
She wasn’t intimidated by his warning. She was intrigued.
He shook his head slightly. “No. No benefriends.” Between his grip on her neck, that dark sexy voice, and the fire burning so hot inside him her panties were damp, she’d almost missed his rejection. She waited for more of an explanation, but that was all she got.
He closed his eyes, shutting her out. He was done talking.
She stuck out her bottom lip and poked the hard spot at his sternum. “You’re not very nice. In fact, I’m starting to think you’re kind of mean.”
When he focused on her again, he’d donned a mask of cool indifference. “Baby, I never claimed to be nice.”
“Good, because sometimes I don’t want nice,” she whispered. His clean scent filled her nostrils. His touch nourished her, rebuilt a part that had been broken. The air was charged with her anticipation and his lust. His cock was hard and wedged between them, pressing against her belly.
On impulse, she clutched both sides of his face and kissed him.
Laila’s rough, playful kiss took Rock by surprise, and before he had the chance to react, it was over. She carelessly poked a stick at the beast he’d chained, with no idea what lurked inside. Even Amber women found his proclivity for extreme sex more kinky than they desired. He relished the challenge presented by this impulsive and unpredictable woman who zigged when he expected her to zag.
The lone fixture burning in the kitchen provided enough shadowy light to see the lovely sight before him. He focused his attention, seeking to read what wasn’t said with words. In a flash, he flipped them until Laila was on the couch beneath him.
She gasped. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes danced. She was playing with him.
“Yeah, I’m mean.” The gravel in his voice was as menacing as he could make it. “And depraved.”
Her breaths came faster.
“Demanding.”
Her pupils dilated.
“Controlling.”
The pulse at the side of her neck quickened underneath his index finger. She hung on every syllable, unblinking.
He leaned in closer. “Domineering.”
Her lush lips parted, and displayed the barest peek of her sweet tongue.
“And strict.”
Her pupils swallowed up the deep brown of her irises, and her peaked nipples hardened against his chest. He shifted slightly, positioning his lips next to her ear, and whispered, “I’m the kind of man your mama told you to stay away from.”
He finished the sentence, and she’d stopped breathing. Their faces were mere inches apart again. “Breathe,” he whispered.
Wide-eyed, she inhaled lustily.
Breathing heavily himself, Rock was a hair trigger away from unleashing his lust. “Now, I’m tired. Didn’t sleep well last night. Let’s go to bed.” He sat, bringing her with him.
She squealed.
“To sleep.”
