Three Chicks and Their Books: Release Day Blitz: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love by Erin Noelle

Title: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

Author: Erin Noelle

Genre: Erotic Romance

Photographer: FuriousFotog

Model: Michael Federico

Cover Design: Hang Le

Wrong Kind of Love A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge... When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over. But I was wrong... Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again. No matter what anyone else thinks, Wrong never felt so right.

5 If this is Wrong I Don’t Want to Be Right Stars

By Natasha Gentile

This book, well this book. I have to start off with the title of this book. I flove this title. I really do, especially since I have only recently been addressed as one. I know I’m shocked as well, how is that even possible but as soon as you become a mom you have the right to be called this. A fact , that I just learnt, that and the word cougar.

Mia, oh my Mia, can I say I bow down to this woman, because I totally do.

So we follow Mia, who is finally single after 20 years of marriage. Not because she wanted the divorce, nope, blindsided.

“A divorce?! What do you mean you want a divorce?” I screeched as I threw the package I’d been clenching in my hands down on the coffee table and leapt up from the couch. I felt as though I’d just been punched in the gut. “Is this some kind of cruel joke?”

So here she thought her life was going great, together since she is sixteen, they had a twenty year old son together, sadly her husband Mark had other plans. Of course he did. Mark oh Mark you cheating whore of a sad excuse for a man, or shall I say a dick.

“How long have you been fucking her?” My voice was eerily calm.

“Mia, it’s not-“

“I asked how long you’ve been fucking her, and don’t lie to me, goddamn it,” I cut him off, not interested in hearing any excuses, “I’ve given you over half of my life, gave up everything for you, and I deserve to know the truth.”

“A little over two years.”

When those five words left his mouth, everything in my life changed. Instantly

No take-backs, no do overs.

Oh you mother…yeah but it kinda gets better, so not only is he a spineless cheater, he has an affair with his son’s best friend's mother. I mean I may not be an expert in this department but, isn’t it girl code, or mother code not to mess around with a friend's father, especially if said father is I don’t know married and stuff?

So what is she to do, well she does what every strong confident woman out there would do, she pulls up her big girls panties and starts her life without a dick, no pun intended. Oh but first she got mad…

Then, shortly therafter, the anger set in …and oh boy did it ever.

One evening in October, after the final meeting with Mark and out attorneys, I celebrated the filing of our divorce petition with a bottle of wine all to myself, which in hindsight might not have been the best idea. With the alcohol fueling the fiery rage already present in my bloodstream, I took one of Adam’s baseball bats to a few pieces of furniture in the house that once held sentimental value to me, things Mark had bought for me, and incidentally a few windows may have gotten in the way while I was blindly swinging the aluminum pipe, pretending different things were Mark’s face

While the entire event was quite therapeutic, it’s not exactly what you want your son and one of his friends to walk in on, which they did.

See she’s my hero, although I think I would of smashed more of Mark’s stuff than my own, but hey, it’s something. So now she has joined a gym and not only did she lose a husband she also lost forty pounds she was holding onto. Boom nothing says eat your heart out then your ex wife becoming a bombshell. Karma.

So now her ex is getting married to his girlfriend. Oh this is fun, except both kids are none to happy with this union. When push comes to shove, and I mean when it’s time for the girlfriend to step up to the plate and parent, well let’s just say she chooses dick over son. Oh Mark you picked a winner there. See Karma, it’s a coming.

So now that Grayson got kicked out of the only home he has ever had, he turns to his second mother, Adam’s mom Mia. Except, well this isn’t the little boy who went away to college in Spain, nope not at all.

Maybe it’s just that his currently disheveled, thick black hair has grown out considerable since he’s been in Spain. No, that can’t be it. Maybe it’s his chiseled jawline, which is covered in a couple days’ worth of dark stubble. As my gaze drops lower to his bare chest, I can’t help but notice he has broader shoulders than I remember, and holy hell. Look at those abs. I thought those only existed courtesy of Photoshop and airbrushes. Barcelona must have some great gyms, and apparently Gray spent his fair share of time in them. But even that’s not it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but he just looks so much…-older

Oh My O to the M to the G. Yeah not your little boy anymore hey, and why do I feel the need to fan myself? I mean surely it’s because she hasn’t had a man lately, right? There has to be reason behind this, maybe she is temporarily insane? Okay, so that is her reason, but what is his? Seems Grayson was checking out his friends mother.

Thank fuck she left, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hide this massive hard-on I’m sporting behind the counter. Adam told me his mom had started working out, but I wasn’t prepared for her to look like that.

So if this is the wrong kind of love, I don’t want to be right.

So they start this secret illicit affair, and it’s hot, it’s smoking hot, it’s a get a fire extinguisher cause this is going to burn the roof down.

So let’s recap for a second, her 4o something year old husband leaves her and she falls into the arms of a 20 something stud. Hmmm I’m not sure who the winner is in all this, but erectile dysfunction as opposed to a strong stud that can go 4 times a night, and makes her count her orgasms, I’m thinking Karma was definitely on her side.

But what happens when all this turns to more, what happens when the little fling you decided to have turns into love? When push comes to shove who will accept them and who won’t, and will she really want to be a MILF?

She shuts the door and turns to face me, the pleasant expression from a few moments ago wiped away as she stands with one hand on her cocked hip. "You want to tell me what your problem is?"

"What are you talking about?" I reply coolly, knowing exactly what she's talking about.

"Earlier this afternoon. Just now. You were all but a jerk to Jonathan, who if you didn't notice is someone I kinda want to impress to get this painting thing started." She closes the distance between us and presses her fingertip in my chest, her bright blue eyes even more striking than normal as they glow with a fiery intensity. "I need this, Gray."

I'm not sure what inside me snaps, but something about the way she says the word ‘need’, combines with the passionate pleading look on her face, and suddenly, I have an overwhelming eagerness to show her exactly what she needs.

My lips slam down on hers as my hands cradle her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Caught entirely off guard, she opens her mouth, probably to protest, but I quiet her immediately with my tongue, darting it in between her parted lips.

The sound of her purse and keys crashing to the wood floor echoes through the entryway as she raises her hands to my chest, palms splayed against my bare skin. But surprisingly, and much to my delight, instead of pushing me away, she uses my body as leverage to kiss me back.

My hands slide around behind her neck, tangling in the loose hairs that've fallen free from her twist thing, while her nails dig into my flesh, demanding more from my mouth. With urgent swipes of our tongues, our lips mold together in a claiming, lust-driven kiss neither of us can resist.

The soft whimper she elicits into my mouth as my hands fall down her back and lands just above her ass fuels me to push further. Backing her up against the front door, our mouths never losing contact, I reach up under her dress, grab ahold of her firm cheeks, and lift her up off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrap around my hips, causing her skirt to hike up around her waist, leaving the thin, lacy fabric of her panties the only barrier between her hot pussy and my lower abdomen she's pressed against.

And it's fucking on fire.

"Gray," she pants, her fingers twisting in my dark hair. "We can't—"

Her voice hitches as I boldly snake one hand around to her front and swipe my thumb lightly between her legs. At my faint touch, she arches back and squeezes her legs tightly around me, her body begging for more.

I drop my face into her neck and nuzzle the smooth skin below her ear. "We can't what?" I whisper hoarsely as I brush my fingers across her heat again, this time allowing it to linger a tiny bit longer. "Do this?" My rock-hard dick, which is barely harnessed by the thin sleep pants, is positioned perfectly under her ass, so I thrust upwards, making her gasp loudly. "Or this?"

She tugs roughly on my hair and forces my face back to hers, drawing my bottom lip between her teeth and sucking hard. My hand cups her sex, the flimsy material now soaked with her arousal, and she sucks in a ragged breath.

"Any of it," she murmurs while kissing across my jaw and shamelessly grinding down on my palm. "We can't do any of it, but I can't stop it either."

"Fuck, Mia. Me neither," I growl, dipping a finger under her panties and feeling her silky, slick skin against mine. "I need these off."

She nods without hesitation and I rip them from her body with one forceful tear, then toss them to the floor. My fingers return to her, tenderly caressing her swollen lower lips, but the smell of her excitement is too much for me to resist. I need more.

Lowering her feet to the floor, I kiss her hard before dropping to my knees, licking my lips as I take her all in. With one swipe of my tongue across her smoldering center, I realize I’m in more trouble than I initially thought. She fucking tastes even better than she smells, and I’m drowning in my desire.

The sound of a car engine pulling into the driveway forces us both to freeze in place, our eyes locked on one another as we both struggle to catch our breath. The subsequent closing of a car door and footsteps towards the front porch send us on a mad dash up the stairs and into our own rooms, just in time before the front door opens and my best friend makes his way inside.

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.