Title: Jahleel (Loving All Wrong #1)
Author: S. Ann Cole
Publication Date: April 8, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance 18+
Event Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc.
A TRUE-ly fabricated story about Love & Obsession…
I’m an idiot.
I’m too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live.
I lack common sense.
I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved.
What’s worst? He didn’t even notice me.
Yep. You guessed right: I’m delusional. I’m obsessed. I’m a stalker. A martyr. A masochist.
I’ve allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it.
But I won’t apologize for it. I won’t apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston.
I’ve loved him at first sight. I’ve loved him for five empty years. I’ve loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms.
I love him even now.
My name is Saskia Day. I’m British. I’m famous. I’m stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story.
Read at your own bloody risk.
A light knocking sounded on my bedroom door, and I looked up with raised brows. No one came to my floor. Not even Amanda. It was the one request of privacy I insisted everyone in the house respected. Intercoms were wired throughout the house, in case of urgencies or emergencies. So there was no need for anyone to ever come knocking on my bedroom door.
Before I could move to find out who was so presumptuous, the knob turned, and the door swung open.
My heart skyrocketed, blasting a crashing hole through the ceiling.
He strolled into my bedroom as though it was the most normal thing on earth. As if he slept here, in my room, every night and was only returning home.
“What the fuck?!”
“Shhh,” he shushed me, pressing his forefinger to his lips.
“Don’t shush me!” I snapped, jack-knifing up in bed. “You’re in my bloody bedroom!”
Like a lion strutting proudly in the jungle, he crossed the wide span of space towards me, dressed in all-black: jeans, plain tee, biker jacket and Timberlands, dog-tag dangling on his chest. His facial hair had grown some, but instead of making him look bummy, he looked extra yummy.
Hell and damnation. I was doing so well, so well, for the past week. Now this sonuvabitch just had to walk through my goddamn bedroom door!
“You continue to shout, your guards will hear and throw me out on my ass.” Pausing for effect—because he was so fucking good at this—he dipped his chin and asked, “You want them to throw me out, Sassy?”
This guy deserved an award solely for being him, for existing. “H-How?”
“I admit,” he held up his palms in surrender, “I use Ferbz to my advantage sometimes.”
“He’s come back home?” I asked hopefully.
Jahleel nodded. “Did some moves, splits, back-flips, moonwalks, the whole works, while Ferbz hummed the Mission Impossible tune. Easily slipped past your men in the pool room. We bad.”
Wondering if he was being serious or facetious, I stared at him open-mouthed, but when his lips twitched at the corners, I knew he was messing with me.
“Don’t make me laugh. I don’t like you very much,” I angrily responded, sliding back down under the covers as I remembered what I was up to before he came in. My knickers were still wet.
“I know,” he admitted humbly.
Coming up to the bed, he sat down on the edge and leaned back on the headboard beside me.
He was being so casual as if he did this a million times. Not even looking around the bedroom, as though he’d seen it all before. No, he was looking down at me.
“I came to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have left you there like that. But a ton of shit was going on in my head, and I probably would’ve taken it out on you, so I left instead.”
“Really?” I shrieked incredulously. “You break into my house to apologize? You couldn’t just, uh, ring me? Text, even?”
Flashing that heart-stopping crooked grin of his, he slid down from his sitting position and stretched out beside me on his side. He extended his arm and rested his head on it as he fixed his eyes on mine. “Okay, you got me. That’s not the only reason.”
~Review by Laura~
I received this copy in exchange for an honest review.
Saskia Day is a beautiful and sassy famous rock star from England. She has many top hit songs, a big mansion, and loads of money. What Saskia doesn’t have is the man that stole her heart 5 years ago. Jahleel was the most breath taking sight she had ever seen. From the moment she set eyes on him, Saskia knew her heart was no longer hers. She obsessed over him for 5 years. She moved to the states to be near him. Many people warned her to stay away from him but she couldn’t. She was drawn to him. Jahleel had a reputation for being a major jerk and a womanizer. The attraction between them was undeniable, but he did everything to push her away. Saskia must decide if she will continue to have her heartbroken or will she finally move on.
This story was very intense. From desire to heartbreak I felt everything Saskia felt. A roller coaster of emotions is what I felt reading this love story. I love Saskia’s sassy personality. She is good with the comebacks and says what’s on her mind. I enjoyed this book very much! I give this 4 books.
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~ About the Author ~
First a reader and second a writer, Ann is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She believes cats are evil, and also detests dogs—mainly because she’d been bitten over a dozen times on separate occasions by the rambunctious creatures in her formative years (even by her own dogs.)
She is not your typical girl: she hates chocolate, candle-lit dinners and all that hearts and flowers stuff makes her feel awkward and coffee makes her drowsier than ever.
A lover of all things ‘romance’, Ann has always been a writer of poetries and songs of any kind. All who’s acquainted with Ann can attest to witnessing her write her way through life: through destruction, devastation, hardship, sadness and disappointments, her coping mechanism has always been writing.
Having an obsessive and unquenchable affair with the written word, she’s naturally a recluse who dwells inside her imagination and has to suffer continual bashings from her friends for being a neglectful pal who does nothing but sit around the computer all day, writing.
When she’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh out loud, studying the Bible, or nursing any of the three alcoholic beverages: Black Label and Coke, Heineken, or a glass of Merlot.