The Trojan Series
by S.M. West
Publication Date: October 21, 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Rock Star Romance

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Rush – noun: a surging of emotion

My life is falling apart.

Fired from my job.

Blacklisted across NYC.

At odds with my mother.

The only thing good I have to hold on to is the memory of my steamy one-night stand.

Only I had no idea who Eli was…

Or that I’d end up working on his movie set.

The spark between us threatens to reignite every time we’re near each other.

But Eli wants more than just hot sex.

He has a daughter and wants a partner in life.

I’m seeking answers about my past and trying to plan my future.

Commitment is the last thing I want.

Yet, I’m unable to resist his pull and his passion.

His touch eases the turmoil in my life.

His kiss takes me to another place.

And the more time I spend with him and his daughter,

the harder it becomes to break away.

Though when forced to choose between Eli or a chance at a fresh start,

I’m not sure I can risk it all for love.



The petite bartender approaches, smirking. “These,”—the shots are set down in front of us—“are from the guys at the other end.”

Three suits ogle us from across the crowded pub. It’s happy hour, and while not intentional, we’re showing more skin than most in our summer dresses. This Pearl Street after work drinking hole isn’t our usual hangout, and we’re unicorns among a sea of black, blue, and gray office attire.

The Wall Street bankers raise their glasses, sporting thirsty grins, as an invitation to come over. There’s nothing off-putting nor spectacular about them. Hair trim, clean-shaven, nails better manicured than mine…and their wolfish grins do nothing for me. 

Not to be rude, but with no intentions of joining them, we lift our shot glasses in cheers and thanks. I smile, down the liquid in one gulp, and plunk the empty glass onto the bar.

Harley’s blissfully on her way to the altar, and I’m not interested in harmless flirting or a meaningless anything. 

Images from a week ago, at another bar—The Salon in Chelsea—explode in my mind like a psychedelic acid flashback. I clench my thighs together, easing the sudden ache gathering between my legs. 

My one and only one-night stand.

Serious relationships aren’t my thing. Monogamy and friendship, definitely—but both parties have to agree to fun…not forever. 

Mr. Knee Melter was a first for me. A first in more ways than one. He was a complete stranger, and with just a look, something indescribable fired between us. I wanted him to fuck my brains out.  

Sure, I’ve had instant attraction before, but nothing like this. Nothing so consuming I threw caution to the wind. I was impulsive. 

Before him, attraction was as far as I’d take things with some guy in a club. I mean, a girl’s gotta have standards, and there’s no harm in wild fantasies. But this man…he was different. Everything about him was different.

Without exchanging words, I followed him to the restrooms. No hesitation. 

We were finally alone. The sultry heat of his breath on my neck, his overpowering, masculine scent, and his possessive hands.

My body buzzes with vivid sensations of him. I can almost feel the weight of him pressing into me. Deep pools of molten chocolate colored eyes scorched my soul. 

Strong, deft hands carried me to the counter, cupping my ass and hiking up my dress. Hot lips seared the swell of my breasts, and teeth nipped playfully at my collarbone. 

Gah, my panties are soaked.  


S.M. West writes romantic suspense and sexy, angsty contemporary romance. She’s a self-professed junkie of wine, chocolate and travel. If she isn’t writing or hanging with her family, she can be found planning her next adventure!

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