This Man (This Man Trilogy, Book 1)
Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Book 1 of This Man Trilogy
Young interior designer Ava O'Shea has no idea what awaits her at the Manor. A run-of-the-mill consultation with a stodgy country gent seems likely, but what Ava finds instead is Jesse Ward--a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, pleasure-seeking playboy who knows no boundaries.
Ava doesn't want to be attracted to this man, and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire that he stirs in her. She knows that her heart will never survive him and her instinct is telling her to run, but Jesse is not willing to let her go.
He wants her and is determined to have her.
About the Author
Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, UK, where she lives with her family. Working for the family construction business fulltime and with the prospect of taking it over once her father retired, she tried to ignore the lingering idea of writing a novel until it became impossible.
She finally found the time and courage to release her creative streak and in October 2012 self-published This Man as an e-book. She took a chance on a story with some intense characters, notably Mr. Jesse Ward, the Lord of the Manor, and sparked incredible reactions from women all over the world.
Two months later, Jodi made the decision to give up her day job to concentrate on her new and very unexpected career in writing.
Jesse. ‘Yes, that angry man came into the office shortly after you left.’ ‘He did?’ I should have known. ‘He did. And his mood had not improved.’ she says dryly. I can imagine. I smile. ‘Did you give him a cuddle?’ Sally snorts, flopping back in her chair in another fit of laughter. I join her, laughing helplessly as I watch Sal fall apart all over her desk. Patrick walks in and looks at both of us in exasperation before making his way to his own office, shutting the door behind him. Oh,
a few hours ago. He’s changed his tune. ‘I’ve been away. My staff overlooked it.’ Jesse explains. I release a thankful rush of air. ‘I knew there would be a perfectly reasonable explanation. Was it business or pleasure?’ Patrick sounds genuinely interested. I know different. He’s mentally calculating how much money he might be able to make out of Jesse. He’s a dear man, but he’s mad about turnover. Jesse turns his eyes on me. ‘Oh, definitely pleasure.’ he says categorically. I shrink further
apologise?’ He still keeps his focus straight ahead. Even in the reflection of the doors, he still won’t meet my eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’ I practically spit. I can’t believe he’s doing this. And I can’t believe I’m this desperate for the contact. ‘Now, if you’re going to apologise, at least sound sorry.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ His eyes meet mine in the mirror. ‘Are you?’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry.’ ‘You want me to touch you?’ ‘Yes.’ He turns into me fast, pushing me up against the mirrored wall and completely
perfect amount of friction at the perfect tempo. I hold his eyes in the mirror. Fucking hell, I’m gagging for him again. I drop my head back, giving him perfect access to my neck, his tongue working a firm, heavy trail up the column of my throat, circling at the sensitive hollow under my ear. ‘You want it again?’ he teases in my ear as he works my core. ‘I need you.’ ‘Baby, those words make me so happy. Always?’ ‘Always,’ I confirm. He growls his approval. ‘Fuck, I need to be inside you.’ He
him; accept him; kiss him; knee him in the bollocks. And then his hand is delving into my knickers, his fingers separating me, causing electricity to spark violently through me. He brushes over my clitoris, so very gently. I jerk, my mouth opens and I let out a cry of pleasure. He takes full advantage of my lapse in willpower, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, exploring and lapping every corner, his thumb slowly circling my burning core. I kiss him back. ‘Let my hand go.’ I pant, flexing the