Bio

Ava Rose Johnson lives with her golden retriever in a beautiful magical place which inspires her every day. When she’s awake she works in a cozy bookstore where she buries herself under the desk and reads all the latest romances. She writes erotic romance late into the night when the muse is with her and then she goes to bed and dreams about delicious heroes and their awesome lovemaking skills.

Blurb of Midnight Melody

Five years after her husband’s tragic death, Lizzie Jenkins’ life has
come to a standstill. Spending her days like the living dead, she
struggles through, the darkness dragging her down. But when the music begins, arousing her from troubled sleep, long-gone emotions are
awakened.

The green-eyed piano player hypnotizes her with his soft
melodies, eliciting a desire within her that she has never
experienced and soon she falls into a passionate affair. But how long can a relationship with a ghost last? Surely, it must end… right? It doesn’t matter that this man is from another time, his power over her is too strong. She’s addicted.

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Excerpt One-X Rated

When Lizzie passed the now familiar portraits two nights later, excitement bubbled deep inside her. She fought herself not to run, savoring the anticipation of seeing him again. The past week had been incredible, and she was in no hurry for it to end. In fact, the idea of it concluding tonight sickened her.

Pushing aside the ugly thought, she bounced down the last couple of stairs, turning immediately to the music. His melody changed every night, though it was also soft, seductive. Tonight the notes reminded her of smooth jazz, teasing her nipples to jut proudly before her.

“Hi,” she whispered, catching his attention.

She shivered as that devastating smile appeared, casting his spell upon her.

Instead of waiting for her to approach as he usually did, he stood, reaching for her hand.

She raised an eyebrow as his hand came to her waist. “What’s this?”

Moving her toward the gramophone, he turned the dials. “How could I resist asking you to dance when you look so beautiful?”

She giggled, blushing furiously. “I’m wearing my nightdress.”

“Your nightdress is beautiful”.

As the old-style music filled the room, he led her slowly around the room, his steps way too complicated for her to follow.

“I’m sorry,” she squealed after stepping on his toes.

“Angel, you are light as a feather. You could dance all night on my shoes and I wouldn’t notice.”

She laughed, slapping a palm on the center of his chest. “You have all the words, Simon Kensington. But do you have the moves?”

His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pause. In one smooth step, he swung her around, dipping her so low, tendrils of hair trailed along the floor.

Breathless, she clung to his body. “Where did you learn to dance?”

“At school.”

She shook her head in wonder. “Boys nowadays would never learn to dance.”

Simon frowned in confusion. “Why not?”

“It’s considered uncool.”

His frown deepened. “Uncool?”

She nodded. “Yes. Other boys would make fun of them.”

He chuckled loudly, shaking his head.

“What?” she demanded as his laugh grew louder.

Pulling her close, he dipped in close to inhale her scent. “Why would any man resist the opportunity to dance? It is the easiest way to touch a woman, without being slapped.”

“You really are a rogue Mr. Kensington,” Lizzie scolded, giggling as he planted soft kisses along her collarbone.

“As long as I’m your rogue.”

She looked up into his eyes, his expression suddenly serious.

Swallowing, she nodded, her heart beating faster. Those eyes held more power over her than her own mind.

His lips came down on hers in one easy swoop, taking her over with the heat of his mouth. Molding against his body, she gripped his neck, pulling his mouth downward. Need coursing through her. Heat pooling at her core. She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently then shoved her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his.

Body out of control, she moved mindlessly against him. Lips caught on his, her back slammed into a wall. Moaning against his mouth, she held onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. Not knowing what was happening, she relinquished her control.

“Can’t take it,” she gasped, his mouth dragging along her neck. “Fuck me, oh God.”

Savoring the tight grip of his hands on her bare ass, she screamed as he slammed inside her. Damn, that felt good.

Moaning her pleasure, pussy clinging onto him, she banged a fist against the wall behind her. His thighs, so strong as they met hers. His cock pushing her so far. Within seconds, fire exploded in her belly, spreading throughout her body. But he kept going, she could hear him grunt. Felt her sweat-slick skin slide against his.

Feeling his whole body tense, she looked up, the desperation in his gaze making her lip quiver. Her action catching his attention, he claimed her mouth with his own, kissing her so fiercely she couldn’t breathe.

“Angel,” he muttered into her neck, breaking their kiss. “Angel…”

She leaned against the wall, his body covering hers for what seemed like hours. The warmth he gave her satisfying every bone in her body. Stroking a damp piece of hair away from his forehead, she smiled as he raised his head.

“What will I do when you stop coming Angel?”

Her heart shivered, his words sending fear shooting through her veins. Shaking her head, she kissed his forehead. “I’ll keep coming.”

Excerpt Two-X-Rated

His eyes gave nothing away, except for the flicker of heat brewing between them. Coming to a halt before him, her senses inundated with his irresistible smell of leather and soap, she tried to smile.

He didn’t smile back, his gaze uncompromising, making her sweat.

Up close she saw he wasn’t as young as she’d originally thought, creases showed at his eyes, making him even more attractive. Tall with broad shoulders, he was impossibly masculine. Stubble covered his chin, a few dark chest hairs springing from his open collar.

But it was his mouth which had her heart racing, blood rushing to her nipples. Even set in a grim line, he couldn’t disguise the fullness of his bottom lip. Plump and red, she longed to sink her teeth into it, to taste his mouth, his tongue.

Her mouth dry, she realized she was staring openly. Forcing her eyes to meet his, her breath caught in her throat at the pure, unadulterated lust she saw there.

“Angel,” he said, his husky tones pulling at her sex. “You have a beautiful mouth. May I touch it?”

Struck dumb, she nodded mindlessly, unable to breathe as his hand rose to cup her chin. Still holding her gaze, he brushed a thumb over her mouth, first lightly, then harder, pressing into the soft flesh.

She gasped for breath, her pussy thrumming heavily, begging her to press against him. His thumb rubbing the wetness of her lower lip, she tasted his skin, creating a craving within her she couldn’t resist. Parting her lips, she drew his thumb inside her mouth and sucked. As she closed her eyes, she was aware of a low moan coming from him, his body moving closer. Then overwhelmed by his heat, she pressed against him, feeling the erection at her belly. Opening her eyes, she raised her gaze to see a face rigid with restraint. She tipped her head slightly to the side, silently telling him it was okay.

Lifting her hands to cup his face, she dragged him down so his breath warmed her cheeks. Then bringing his hand from her mouth to where her nipple strained through the thin fabric of her robe, she pulled his mouth to hers. His lips touched hers softly, as if testing the waters. Winding her fingers into his hair, she kissed him harder, running a tongue over his lips. Dutifully, he parted them, sliding his tongue into her mouth, entwining with hers. Moaning into the back of his throat, she went limp against the strength of his body, only aware of the delicious heat of his velvet tongue. Her panties grew damp, the eroticism of the fevered kiss driving her crazy. Pulling at his hair, she ground instinctively against his erection, seeking release from his body.

“Please,” she breathed, needing more. “Oh God, please.”

Sharply ending their kiss he moved her onto the chaise longue, kneeling before her. He paused, running his eyes over her body.

She squirmed under his gaze. Not because she was embarrassed. She didn’t give a damn what she looked like. All she wanted was for him to soothe the ache in her pussy, an ache she couldn’t recall experiencing before.

He put his hands on her, caressing her ankles, sliding his palms up her legs. She bit her lip, the sensations almost unbearable. Her breath coming in short bursts, she pulled her robe open for him.

“Patience Angel,” he said, his tone harsh.

“No,” she hissed, pressing against his hands that rested at her thighs. “Now.”

His large hands grazed along her thighs, under the silk of her nightdress, the heat of his fingers sending a surge of moist to her pussy. Her senses overpowered by the scent of her arousal mixed with his smell, she closed her eyes, wanting only to feel.

She let out a strangled gasp, his fingers suddenly inside her, her pussy closing around them. He slid them in and out, his touch more pleasurable than anything she’d ever felt before. Opening her eyes, she saw his dark head through the haze, buried between her thighs. His hot breath closing around her mound, she tangled her fingers in his hair, screaming as his wet mouth sucked on her clit. Oh God, he was good. Barely aware of her actions, she pushed his face into her pussy, grinding her hips against him.

He continued lapping up her juices, his fingers toying with her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her tight hole.

She cried out, waves of orgasm assaulting her body. He was still there on his knees, giving her the carnal pleasure.

Only when her body stilled, her chest rising and falling at a less rapid pace, did he lift his head.

Smiling softly at him, she felt satisfaction humming through her limbs. Even with legs spread, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead and face flushed, she felt no shame. Not when he looked at her like that.

“You are a beauty Angel,” he whispered, winding one of her curls around his finger.

She smiled, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the salty essence reminding her how much he’d turned her on.

“You are a devil Mr. Kensington,” she muttered against his mouth. “A devil…”