Book Title: Yoyeur Extraordinaire
Author: Cora Reilly
Release Date: December 2014
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Living in a dank one room apartment and working as a waitress in a shabby bar, Nora didn’t think her life could get any worse. But that’s before sexy-as-hell Adrian Black moves into the apartment across from her bedroom window and she’s caught spying on him having sex. Now he has set his eyes on her.
Not falling prey to his panty-dropping smiles proves to be a challenge Nora isn’t sure she’s ready for – especially since the most action she ever had are the butt slaps from leery customers at work.
An encounter with Adrian involving a healthy dose of pent-up tension and too much alcohol leads to an awkward night that none of them will likely forget. But it’s only the beginning…
“Every night I take out my binoculars, direct them at the window of my neighbor Adrian Black and watch him banging a new girl, and every night I wish the girl was me. Where the hell is a shooting star when you need one?“
I’m an author of erotic romance and New Adult novels. I live in one of the ugliest cities of the world with too many pets and only one husband. I’m a lover of good food, wine and books and I’m addicted to Dexter, Californication and Big Bang Theory.
I was about to pull the curtains shut when my eyes flickered toward Adrian’s window, and the air left my lungs in a whoosh. He was gazing out of it absent-mindedly, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, the upper buttons open, revealing a slightly toned and muscled chest. I wanted to run my hands over it and rip every single button off his shirt. I shook my head, angry at myself for swooning over him like that.
I grabbed the curtains, determined to forget about Adrian, but then he looked in my direction and as soon as he caught sight of me, he held up a sheet of paper. What the hell? I couldn’t make out the words but he kept the message up. After a moment of hesitation, I grabbed my binoculars and directed them at his window, expecting to see an insult, but instead was surprised when I read the words written in bold letters.
Your dog isn’t ugly.
I fought the smile that was tugging at my lips. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Adrian turned the sheet and revealed more words.
Am I forgiven?
He raised his eyebrows, smiling charmingly.
I looked around in my bedroom for something to write on. I hurried toward my desk and grabbed a few sheets of paper and a black marker. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took a few calming breaths, then returned to the window and wrote on the paper hastily, my hand trembling a little. I was glad that Adrian was too far away to see how nervous I was.
I wrote the word as fat as possible, so it’d be visible even from the neighbor house. I held the paper up. A grin spread on my face when I saw Adrian holding up binoculars to his face. He wiggled them with a teasing smile before lifting them to his eyes. I nervously showed him what I’d written, waiting for him to read it. Suddenly I regretted my choice of clothing. I looked like a slob. I should have worn a sexy negligee or babydoll.
It didn’t take Adrian long to read the one word I’d written:
Adrian cocked his head. He looked incredibly handsome and his hair was beautifully disheveled. He lowered his face and started scribbling on the paper again.
My heart pounded even faster. I waited excitedly, curious about his next words. After a moment he lifted the sheet of paper.
Go out with me?
At least this time it was posed as a question, though I’d wished for a bit more pleading. I tilted my head to the side and chewed on the back of the marker, thinking about how I should reply. Should I go out with him? Amy would probably say no, but she wasn’t seeing him now. He was charming and cute and absolutely irresistible.
Adrian was smiling his crooked grin at me, which made thinking straight quite difficult. I didn’t know what to say. I scribbled down a single word on a new sheet.
Adrian read my uncertain reply and started writing after another moment.
Your dog can come too.
He grinned and winked, causing my heart to skip a beat. I couldn’t help but chuckle and rolled my eyes at him, though I wasn’t sure if he could see it from the distance.
I bit my lip nervously, my eyes scanning his body, how he was leaning against the windowsill. How could he look so relaxed when I felt like I was going to faint any moment?
Taking a deep breath, I quickly wrote my reply before I could change my mind.
He smiled at me brightly and brought the pen down against the paper again.
I bobbed my head up and down because I wasn’t sure if I could write properly right now. My pulse throbbed in my veins as if I’d run a marathon, and my cheeks felt so hot, it was a miracle I hadn’t burst into flames yet.
I’ll pick you up. Sleep well.
My sleep would definitely be filled with tantalizing dreams…