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one night promised



Livy notices him the moment he walks into the coffee shop. He’s heart-stoppingly stunning, with a blue-eyed gaze so piercing she’s almost too distracted to take his order. When he walks out the door, she thinks she’ll never see him again. Then she finds the note he left on his napkin . . . signed

All he wants is one night to worship her. No feelings, no commitment, nothing but pleasure. Every defense mechanism Livy has adopted during her solitary life is at risk of being obliterated by this confounding man. He’s obnoxious but well-mannered. He’s a gentleman but aloof. He’s passionate but emotionless. Yet the fascination is so powerful, Livy can’t deny him… or herself.

M awakens something in Livy, something deep and addictive that she never knew existed — and that she fears only he can satisfy. But she senses that behind the fast cars, fancy suits, and posh apartment, he’s aching inside. To have him, body and soul, she’ll have to brave his dark secrets. Delving into his world and breaking down his defenses become her obsession – an obsession that could shatter her heart beyond repair..


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Reviewed by Jenny & Gitte

5+++++ this is “our thing” stars!

 “You’re too serious…”
“Life is serious.”

Gitte: One Night Promised had me laughing till I had tears, melt into a passionate puddle; followed by huge ugly crying. Ultimately though, it made me realise that any initial fears I may have had upon starting this new trilogy from Jodi Ellen Malpas were completely unnecessary and unfounded; my expectations were met, challenged and won over.

‘He’s no danger to me, except, maybe, to my heart.’

Jodi managed something not many have, in my opinion, which is to surpass what made me fall in love with her writing to begin with. Truly, this is exactly what Jodi did by bringing M and Livy into my life. One Night Promised was extraordinarily flawless, written with such humour, passion and beauty. The story was sexy and emotional; it was intriguing and mysterious. It was bloody fantastic!

“I know being with you will be the easiest thing that I’ve ever done.”

Every single character in this book stood out in their own right; adding humour, intrigue, friendship and love. Starting with the brilliant Nan, a character we all know and love; Nana rocks, along with her sidekick George. And Greg…sigh, we’d all love a mate like him!!

“Beautiful things should be savoured… not rushed.”

The banter, the comedy element, the emotional bonds and connection to the reader. Well it was spot on and came across effortless. How hard did we fall in love this time, Jenny?!

Jenny: We certainly did fall HARD for this one Gitte! My first thought when I started reading this story was how much Jodi Ellen Malpas has grown as a writer. Sure, the  trademark idiosyncrasies of her characters and writing is still there but something has changed, whatever it is I loved it and One Night- Promised completely eclipsed all my expectations. Jodi took a story and characters, shook them up and managed to bring us something distinctive and enthralling and in the process showed us what a talent she by grabbing us and hooking us into this new trilogy!

“I want to drown in you, Livy.”

One Night – Promised was captivating, heart-breaking, intriguing, emotional, passionate and consuming. There really wasn’t anything I didn’t like about this story or the writing – everything was faultless. It flowed beautifully and it was effortless to read. Oh and I certainly sobbed a time or two. I think I experienced just about every emotion possible throughout this story!

‘It was a catch twenty two situation – fall asleep and have nightmares, or stay awake and live them.’

Oh Nan! What a fantastic and amusing character she was. In fact, as you said, all characters were essential and each played their part in making this story such an overwhelming success. From the camaraderie of friendship, the love of family and the gripping and passionate relationship between M and Livy.  The characters and their words were superb!!

Gitte: Now Livy, what can I say? She’s become one of my favourite heroines out there. She’s incredibly vulnerable yet has an inner strength and resoluteness that makes her extremely lovable and admirable. She’s got a brilliant sense of humour, she’s sweet, quirky and so very real. I completely connected with her and have to say that she very quickly found a place in my heart!

“You are my perfect.”… “I have to have you…”

This girl is no pushover, she stands up for herself, falls in love despite her best intentions, she understands and accepts her limitations and weaknesses. Livy’s not had it easy, hence she’s made some consequential mistakes, a combination of which has marked her and is shaping her life. A life that’s suddenly changing after just one night….

“Promise me you won’t abandon me..”

M is fascinating, he’s powerful, vulnerable, very lovable, endearing, beautiful, mysterious, supremely sexy, mesmerizing and so very charming. Need me to go on? Didn’t think so! I fell in love, I fell in lust and I fell at his feet! M is not This Man. M is THE man and I desperately want and need more of him!

“Every time I touch you I feel I need to do it with the utmost care…”

The beginning to M & Livy’s story was surprising, humorous, captivating, passionate and addictive. It was the beginning of something that I know is going to be pretty amazing, right Jenny?

Jenny:  Livy was a brilliant character and I adored her. I felt so much empathy towards her and in the same breath I admired the grit and determination she displayed, and her sweetness and susceptibility had me wanting to protect her.  I agree Gitte, she may just be one of my favourite heroines.

‘He may make me feel alive, but he makes me feel lifeless just as quickly.’

M. What a brilliant character!  Helllooo new book boyfriend! I’m going to say this first off…..I loved M more than Jesse Ward. There. It’s out there. There was something so unique about his character, something so positively captivating! Possessing a masculine prowess, he was mysterious, alluring, irresistible, sensual and charismatic man who left me with an overwhelming desire to learn more about him!!! I agree Gitte…I was intoxicated with love, lust…you name it, I felt it all with him! M = mystique, masculinity…mmmm….mmmmm.

“Have you thought about me?”

Jodi Ellen Malpas fans prepare to have your minds blown by this story and these characters! For readers who didn’t find This Man was their cup of tea, you really need pick this one up and give it a go! The build up to, and the way the revelations were uncovered were delivered with mouth watering perfection! This book was certainly amazing, addictive and everything else you mentioned Gitte! I Absolutely loved it! Roll on November, because we NEED MORE!

“Take me as I am, Livy.”

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(Release date UK  - 17th July/USA  - 5th August)

one night promised

Further Release Dates

(US & UK 11th November 2014)
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**ONE NIGHT – (yet to be titled)
UK – 29th January 2015/USA – 10th February 2015)
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We’ve been DYING to hear what Jodi Ellen Malpas has in store for her readers next and now we can reveal all! We bring you an exclusive first look at the title of her upcoming book, the trilogy name and the all important synopsis. We’re told by Jodi that after meeting M, we will be saying Jesse who? Hmmm we highly doubt that! But we have to say, we’re excited at the prospect of meeting a new and completely different book boyfriend!
So, hang on to your knickers ladies and check out the next exciting work by this amazing author and absolutely lovely lady!



one night trilogy

Release Dates: (Pre Order Links will be available soon)

One Night – Promised (Book 1): US pub is Aug 5, 2014.  UK pub is July 17, 2014.
One Night – (Untitled)  (Book 2): US pub and UK pub are the same, Nov 11, 2014.
One Night - (Untitled) (Book 3)  US pub is Feb 10, 2015. UK pub is Jan 29, 2015.


About the Author

jodi Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, UK, where she lives with her family.  Working for the family construction business fulltime and with the prospect of taking it over once her father retired, she tried to ignore the lingering idea of writing a novel until it became impossible. She finally found the time and courage to release her creative streak and in October 2012 self-published This Man as an e-book.  She took a chance on a story with some intense characters, notably Mr. Jesse Ward, the Lord of the Manor, and sparked incredible reactions from women all over the world.  Two months later,  Jodi made the decision to give up her day job to concentrate on her new and very unexpected career in writing. lilly

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KATE & SAM -The First Encounter



Jodi Ellen Malpas


We fell in love with Kate and Sam in the This Man Trilogy and at long last we get to hear what was going through Kate’s mind when she laid eyes on the gorgeous Sam.

We absolutely LOVE this scene and we know you will too!

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Kate & Sam – The First Encounter.

I watch my drunken friend being led out of the bar by Jesse and grin from ear-to-ear.

‘What are you smirking at?’

My grin widens and I turn to face Jesse’s cute mate, finding him eyeing me over his bottle of beer. His mousey hair is a mass of waves upon his adorable head and the short sleeves of his t-shirt are taut on lickable biceps. My tongue leaves my mouth involuntary and paints a wet trail across my bottom lip as I imagine doing just that. Licking him. Everywhere. ‘Can’t a girl just…smile?’

His lips curve around the mouth of his bottle, unleashing that fucking dimple. I hate that dimple. It disarms me in an instant and creates funny tingles between my thighs that tell me more than I’m prepared to acknowledge. ‘You weren’t smiling, Kate. You were grinning. There’s a difference.’

‘And what’s that?’ I ask cockily, tipping my glass to my lips nonchalantly, like I couldn’t care less whether he answers me or not. Annoyingly, I do care. Annoyingly, I want him to continue talking in the sex-filled timber. Annoyingly…I want him to talk to me in that tone while in bed. Any bed. Or up against a wall. Any wall.

He moves in close, resting his elbow on the bar table, getting way too close to my personal space. But intrigue mixed with a little lust blocks the instruction to move away. He’s holding me in place with twinkling eyes and that salacious grin – dimple and all. ‘A smile suggests happiness.’ he whispers in my face, reaching forward and scorching my bare arm with the tip of a finger. Thoughts of what Samuel Kelt could do with that finger make my stomach twist. ‘It’s pleasant to see and easy on the ear.’

‘Is that so?’ I’m still cocky in voice, but my body is ringing and nervous. Nervous of what he could reduce me to, given the chance.

‘That’s so,’ he confirms confidently, ‘but a grin…’ his finger draws a burning line down my arm to my hand. I tense and immediately scold myself for my weakness. ‘A grin suggests wicked thoughts and that elicits a throbbing cock. From me.’

Damn him! I gasp, making him grin again. His grin is definitely wicked and I don’t have a cock, but everything else is throbbing. And he knows it. Bastard. ‘Then I suggest you go home and remedy it.’

His bottle is placed neatly on the table and twirled a little as he muses something. Then his eyes lift and land on me with an almighty bang. Oh fuck. I can feel my boldness being sucked out of me. No man has ever reduced me to a weak female. No man has made me want to beg for them. Until now. I force myself to remain in position when he closes the distance, putting his lips within licking distance. ‘We both know that it is you who will be remedying my little issue.’ His hand clasps mine and lays it flat on his crotch. He’s solid. It’s beating.

My eyes widen, he grins that wicked grin, and I curse my usually indifferent arse to hell. I really really want to remedy his little problem, but I’m confused that I also really really don’t. A fumble under the sheets will spell game over for me. Time up. No more. I’ve got the goods and I’m out of there. Annoyingly, and really quite oddly, I’ll miss that cheeky grin if I don’t get to see it again. I want to stretch this out, not dive into bed with him and let that be it, because it most certainly will be. ‘No can do,’ I rip my hand from his groin and take a step back, giving my own little grin. I hope it’s as wicked as his, and I hope it makes his cock explode in his jeans.

My insolence is beaten down when he refuses to let me escape, moving in again and cornering me. ‘Listen, Red. I’m going to be fucking you tonight and you’re going to be begging me for more.’

I find my lost sass and scoff in his face, making his eyebrows jump up in surprise. It fuels me, and I put my face right up close to his. ‘Listen, twat, don’t call me Red. And I never beg.’ It’s unheard of. I also never give a repeat performance, mainly because I scare most men off with my spunk and incessant need to hold all of the cards – mainly in bed. I know what I want and if he’s not giving it to me, then I have no qualms telling him so. It’s not great for a man’s ego, I realise that, and this cocky swine has a massive ego. Yet he’s still grinning at me. It’s unsettling. ‘Never,’ I reinforce my promise on a defiant lift of my chin, but I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince myself here, or the annoyingly enticing man before me. I’ve never wanted a man so much, and that’s a silent confession to myself that I’ll never share, especially not with him.

‘Woman,’ he breathes in my face, ‘you’ll be eating those words once I’m done with you.’ He doesn’t give me a chance to scoff further. He smashes his mouth on mine and literally eats my words himself. I’m silently begging. ‘Yours or mine?’


The taxi ride home is torturous. He keeps his hands to himself and mine twitch at my side, my body buzzing. The second the cab rolls up outside my house, he’s throwing a note at the driver and I’m being dragged up the garden path, fumbling through my purse for my keys. Trying to turn my key in the lock while his lips are stuck to my neck, sucking and biting, is a near on impossible task. I give up and turn, my craving crossing the line of want and into the realms of desperation. Begging will be next if I’m not careful. He locates my mouth fast, plunging his tongue in urgently, his hands on a feeling frenzy all over my body. I’m moaning. He’s moaning. I drop my purse and grab his biceps, digging my fingernails into the hard flesh. ‘Open the fucking door before I fuck you in the street,’ he rumbles, pinning me to the wood by his hips.

‘Keys,’ I pant. ‘Door,’

His hand comes up beside my head and grapples at my keys that are hanging from the lock where I’ve abandoned them. I hear the mechanical shift and we’re falling through the front door, a tangle of flailing limbs and relentless tongues. Fuck me, he tastes delicious. My coolness has failed me, this irritatingly cute rogue the cause, and I have no intention of relocating it. The wall is at my back briskly, Sam tightly flush with my front, his hardness remaining contained but doing all sorts of sinful things to my mind and body already. I’m utterly consumed.

He breaks our kiss and pants in my face, a mild hint of a frown wriggling its way onto his brow. ‘I already know that we’ll be doing this again, so get ready to beg.’

‘I’ve already told you. I don’t beg.’ Why I’m choosing to goad him is a mystery. I’m ready to beg right here, right now, and we’re not even naked yet. But then he steps back and takes the hem of his t-shirt, a knowing glint in his eye as he peels it off. I‘m robbed of breath as my delighted eyes roam the plains of his torso. Fucking hell, he puts perfection to shame.

‘Like what you see?’ He’s grinning. I’d be stupid to feign casualness now. I’m not fucking blind.

‘It’s all right,’ I shrug. I just can’t help myself. I’m unbelievably stupid.

He actually laughs at me as he removes his jeans, kicking them to the side, and then his boxers. I nearly choke. ‘What about now?’

I cough all over my words. ‘Yeah, it could work.’

His laughter continues as I begin nervously sweating. In the whole of my single years, I’ve never been presented with such a precisely cut male. It excites me and frightens me all in one go. Every element of this guy screams pleasure. ‘Take your clothes off, Kate.’ He’s not laughing now. His command is edgy and harsh. I know I’m in no position to refuse, and more worryingly, I don’t want to. But I need to gather myself, gain some of my notorious spunk back. He’s stripped it from me and I need it, especially if tackling this guy.

I turn and rush up the stairs. ‘I’m just going to use the bathroom.’ I call, hearing the instant beating of bare feet in pursuit.


My pace quickens and I’m slamming the bathroom door shut in a panic, just catching a glimpse of an incredulous look on his maddeningly adorable face. I flip the lock and my back falls against the wood, my body heaving from exertion and unease. The feeling is alien, and I don’t fucking like it.

‘Open the fucking door, woman!’

‘I’ll be two minutes,’ I peel myself away and present my agitated form to the mirror. My nerves are plain and clear and written all over my pasty face. ‘Bollocks,’ I mutter, scrubbing at my cheeks, like I can wipe away the evidence. It’s useless. It isn’t just my face giving me away. I’m quaking in my heels, my eyes are brimming with lust and my nipples are painfully tight, poking shamelessly through the material of my dress. ‘Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks!’

‘Two minutes,’ he confirms. ‘Then I’m charging this door.’

I cast my eyes towards the lingering presence of his calm voice and conclude very swiftly that he is one hundred percent serious. My time is ticking, so I throw all of my energy into establishing some decent breaths and cooling my heated face.

‘One minute,’ he informs me on a husk, pulling my eyes back to the door in panic, completely undoing what I have achieved in the past sixty seconds – which wasn’t much. ‘Thirty seconds,’

‘All right!’ I snap, my face reheating, but now with irritation rather than discomforting lust. I yank at my dress, reside myself to the fact that a year in this bathroom wouldn’t sort me out, let alone another thirty seconds, and swing the door open on a scathing huff.

He’s not there. I frown and poke my head out of the door, peering down the hallway, and see his naked back disappear into a room. Ava’s bedroom. ‘Hey, get out of there!’ I hurry down, hearing him chuckling to himself, and land in Ava’s room to find him poking around in her top drawer. ‘Sam!’

He turns, grinning, and holds up a pair of lacy knickers. ‘I like,’ he muses, twirling them on the end of his finger, his pure nakedness sending me giddy. He’s solid and it’s pointing right at me. He has no shame.

I scowl and march over, snatching the piece of lace material off his finger. ‘These are Ava’s, you idiot! This is her room!’ I thrust a pointed finger to the door. ‘Out!’

He chuckles and heads for the door, his perfectly tight arse bunching and flexing as he wanders casually out. My scowl deepens, but then morphs into curiosity when his hand reaches to the side as he passes the threshold of the door and collects something from Ava’s unit. A scarf. He tosses a mischievous look over his shoulder, goading me. He won’t be disappointed. I stomp off after him, seeing the long length of material dragging the floor behind him, and just when I’m reaching to grab it, he swings around and throws the scarf over my head so it circles my neck, using the two ends as leverage to pull me into his body.

I gasp, my palms flying up to his naked chest to prevent the whole of my front from crashing into him. The heat of his chest burns my palms delightfully, making me wince and yank them away. He pulls the scarf tighter, leaving it impossible to keep a safe distance, and gets nose to nose with me, his eyes twinkling madly, his edible lips far too enticing for their own good. I’m fucked. ‘Did you find your resistance in the bathroom?’ he asks, his voice full of humour.

‘Yep,’ I lie through my teeth. My resistance went down the plug hole, along with my sass and confidence.

‘Sure,’ he whispers, starting to step back, leaving me no choice but to follow. ‘Bedroom, kitchen, couch? I’m not particularly bothered where I fuck you, but I’ll let you have this one final choice.’


‘You get to choose the location. From there on, what happens is down to me. And I can guarantee at least two things.’

‘What’s that?’ I ask cockily, continuing to follow, wondering if I want to even know.

‘I’m going to be the best you’ve had,’ he steals a hungry kiss, blinding me with the harsh possession of his exorable tongue. ‘And you will be begging for more.’

I don’t argue this time. I’m too busy soaking up his glorious thrusting tongue. Oh, shit, he can kiss and it only serves to make my mind race with what else he can do so well. I bet the list is endless. ‘Whatever you say, Samuel.’

‘Fighting talk, woman.’ He disconnects our mouths, and I only mildly note that we’ve found our way into my bedroom. I can’t seem to sever our eye contact, which is rare and highly worrying. His eyes narrow into challenging slits. ‘Let’s see if we can fuck that smart mouth into silence.’ He drags the scarf from my neck, the material burning my skin further, and virtually rips my dress from my body. There’s nothing I could do to stop him, or want to. I’m breathless and desperate, two things that haven’t happened since Dan. I quickly bat thoughts of him out of my mind. No good will come of it, and it proves pretty damn easy, anyway, when Sam’s lovely eyes drop to my chest and note my bare breasts. He grins, licking his lips, and takes one of the hard pebbles between his finger and thumb. Hard. I gulp as the pain shoots straight down my torso and smacks into my groin. I’m instantly flooded. ‘Rather quiet there, Kate.’ He teases, flicking sanctimonious eyes to mine. ‘Nothing to say?’

I search deep for my trusty feisty streak, locating it at the very tip of my throbbing clitoris where it’s relishing in pleasure and refusing to help me out. ‘Fuck,’ is the only word that materialises and it materialises on a pathetic, surrendering whisper. He has me, and the luscious grin on his dimple invaded face tells me he knows it.

I’m pushed on the bed and he crawls up my body, taking my hands in one of his and holding them above my head. The scarf appears again, instantly tensing my shoulders. ‘Oh no,’ I laugh, wriggling under him, hissing and bucking when his cock pushes into my belly as he quickly manoeuvres and pins me beneath his straddling thighs.

‘Oh yes,’ he growls, binding my hands at lightning speed and threading the remaining material through one of the bars on my headboard. I glance up, noting the expert work, and realise in an instant that I’m in big trouble.

‘Sam!’ I yell, fury mixing with the uncontrollable desire he’s evoking from me. ‘You can fuck right off!’ I yank and pull to no avail and shout when he grabs my cheeks and tugs my face to his.

‘Me and you will get along much better if you stop playing hardball.’

‘Fuck off!’

He laughs and pinches both of my nipples again. ‘Woman, I feel some begging coming on.’

‘Ouch! Fucking hell!’ He’s driving me fucking nuts! I make it as difficult as possible for him when he starts to pull my knickers down my thighs, kicking out and shouting like a deranged fool.

‘Something tells me you like to be in control.’ he muses, discarding my underwear and raising to his knees. ‘Are you on birth control?’

‘Fuck off!’

He chuckles and drops his mouth to my breast, biting down. ‘Are you clean?’

I yelp and moan and cry and writhe. ‘Fuck off!’

‘I’m taking all of that as a yes,’ His fingers find my trembling folds and push into me unforgivingly.

‘Oh God!’ I’m instantly tense around him and my head starts shaking from side-to-side in despair. ‘Please!’

The bastard takes a cheeky glimpse up at my sweaty form, victory plastered all over his irritatingly handsome face. ‘I believe we’ve just had our first plea.’ He circles his fingers accurately, making me spit out another shameless appeal for mercy. ‘And another,’ he rasps, smashing his mouth to mine. I eat him alive. All of the fight has been pleasured out of me and he’s only just started. ‘Fuck me, woman.’ he mumbles. ‘I’m clean.’

I nod against him, my concern for protection abandoned. I’m clean, too, and I’m also on the pill, but it’s never been a reason to be careless, or even trust the man I’m with to be truthful. Yet right now, I can’t get past the obscenely amazing sensations that he’s torturing me with to be concerned by it. I want this cute little swine more than I’ve ever wanted anything. He’s disarmed me, tied me up and taken control, and that would usually be a sure-fire way to see me turning my back, but not with Sam. Bollocks!

With the fast removal of his fingers and the sharp shift of his hips, he thunders forward on a harsh bark, punching a fist into the mattress on each side of my head and raising his stupidly cut chest into my view. If I could find my senses, I could probably find the energy to dribble at the sight, but he withdraws fast and drives back in, oh so fucking deep, moaning and dropping his chin to his chest. His hair falls forward and the urge to feel it as he hammers into me is overwhelming, but my hands are going nowhere.

‘Untie me!’ I scream as he hits me with a punishing blow of his narrow hips. My demand pulls his head up, smugness rife through the sweat and strain on his face.

‘Nuh-uh,’ he pants, sending me dizzy with his addictive grin. ‘My game, my rules, and I say you will remain at my mercy.’ Bang!

‘Sam, please!’ Every nerve ending is buzzing, tormenting me. He stops moving, holding still. It’s painful. I’m helpless and while this is something I strive to avoid, right now I’m egging him on. I need him to fuck me into submission.

‘Beg, woman. Beg me to fuck you.’

‘Please,’ I don’t hesitate. ‘Please, fuck me!’ I never thought those words would pass my lips. Not ever.

‘With great pleasure,’ His tone is dripping with satisfaction and he falls straight into an unrelenting pounding, smashing into me repeatedly and ruthlessly. I scream, my thighs falling further open, giving his hard, expert body the room it’s demanding. I’m now willing and accepting and I’m out of my stubborn mind on the headiest pleasure that I have ever experienced.

He remains raised above me, hips pushing on and on and on, sweat springing from his forehead from the exertion. ‘You feel fucking amazing, woman.’

‘Shit, Sam!’

‘You gonna come?’


‘Fuck!’ he pulls out fast, shocking me to the core, my approaching orgasm being scared into hiding from the sudden halt in friction.

‘What are you doing?’ I yell, lifting my head, outraged.

‘Shut up, Kate.’ he spits, raising to his knees, defining every lickable muscle, and yanking my lower body onto his waiting lap. He thrusts upward, making me choke on a cough as he pounds into me again on an ear-piercing bark.

My pleasure rockets, my head falling back to the bed. ‘Oh Jesus,’ He’s severe, determined…fucking amazing. His power and unforgiving force cripples me. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I’m fully aware that I’m at risk of becoming utterly addicted to it. To him. If I wasn’t coasting furiously toward a body splitting climax, I might give the train of thought more attention, but all I can focus on with any conviction is the pleasure induced haze he’s shoved me into.

I’m going.

It’s coming.

And then I feel a pressure on the tip of my clit and I’m tossed into an abyss of indescribable sensations, screaming his name until my throat feels like sandpaper and there’s no breath left in my lungs. Sam’s own roar, followed up by a wild buck of his shaking hips indicates his own climax and he drops my body, coming down with me so he’s still held snuggly within me, and circles deeply and deliciously, wheedling every modicum of pleasure from us both. We’re heaving. We’re sweating. We’re both speechless.

And I’m totally screwed.

An age of heavy breathing passes until he slides his face up my cheek, licking as he goes, finding my mouth and kissing me far too tenderly, given what we’ve just engaged in together. Hard, fast, furious fucking. ‘We will be doing that again very soon.’ he whispers.

I accept his sweet kiss, not bothering to argue, because deep down I wholeheartedly know that we absolutely will.


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About the author


Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, UK, where she lives with her family.  Working for the family construction business fulltime and with the prospect of taking it over once her father retired, she tried to ignore the lingering idea of writing a novel until it became impossible. She finally found the time and courage to release her creative streak and in October 2012 self-published This Man as an e-book.  She took a chance on a story with some intense characters, notably Mr. Jesse Ward, the Lord of the Manor, and sparked incredible reactions from women all over the world.  Two months later,  Jodi made the decision to give up her day job to concentrate on her new and very unexpected career in writing.



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The This Man Trilogy by Jodi Ellen Malpas was one series that completely swept us off our feet.

We fell in love (no ish about it!) with one Mr Jesse Ward

We love getting inside this mans head and thanks to Jodi, we get another little insight.

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Jesse POV
from Beneath This Man (Book #2)


This Man


Young interior designer Ava O’Shea has an appointment for a first consultation at The Manor with the owner, Mr Jesse Ward. She is expecting nothing more than an overweight, cravat wearing, well-to-do countryman, and on arrival, nothing would suggest otherwise. How wrong could she be? This Man is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Ava desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can’t control the overwhelming affect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, so she does, but Jesse Ward is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she is heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won’t let her?

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beneath this man

She knew she was heading towards disaster. Every instinct told her to run, but Jesse Ward was a hard man to escape.

It has been five days’ since Ava O’Shea left Jesse drunk and raging at Lusso – left behind a man who drowned her in his intensity and blindsided her with his touch. Getting over this man was never going to be easy. And now he’s back in her life.

She has questions she needs answering, but her determination to get these answers will give the pleasure-seeking playboy the power to destroy her again. She needs to keep her eyes wide open and caution at the forefront of her mind, an ambitious intention when Jesse Ward is within touching distance. And he plans to be.

He’s dark, he’s broken – Ava knows this, but the only way to find out how dark and how broken is to get beneath the steely exterior of this man.

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The Manor, the very place where their passionate love affair began, fills with guests on what should be the happiest day of Ava and Jesse’s lives. She has accepted that she’ll never tame the fierceness in Jesse-and she doesn’t want to. Their love is profound, their connection powerful, but just when she thinks that she’s finally gotten beneath his guarded exterior, more questions arise, leading Ava to believe that Jesse Ward may not be the man she thinks he is. He knows too well how to take her to a place beyond ecstasy . . . but will he also drive her to the brink of despair? It’s time for this man to confess.

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I think I’m dreaming. I have to be. This feeling of contentment and belonging could have no other explanation. But as my mind slowly begins to come around, I mentally replay every second of my dream and the warm serenity travelling through my relaxed body tells me it’s all very real – that and my heart beating steady and strong.

I’ve slept like a baby, snuggled up close to my angel, breathing her into me all night. Nothing will beat it, not ever. I can feel her against me, and my eyes start to open, keen to drink in the sight of her close to me, exactly where I need her to be.

But something doesn’t feel right.

My lids slowly flicker open and I spot her, right in my field of vision. Just.Fucking.Perfect.

‘Hey, baby.’ My eyes battle through the harsh assault of morning light and soon focus, loving the sight of her looking down at my chest, clearly liking what she sees. I don’t mind what I’m looking at either. And it’s adorned in lace. I start to firm up.

She smiles, making my cock twitch more and my heart explode with love. ‘Hey,’ she sounds perfect too, and in a desperate attempt to get my hands all over her, I shift my arms.

But they go nowhere.

And I hear clanging above my head.

And my fucking wrists hurt.

My eyes are fully open now, all wide and wary, and my sleepy face feels wrinkled in confusion as I look above my head. I jiggle my arms again, like the sound might confirm what I think I’m looking at. It does.

‘What the fuck?’ I quickly search her out again, finding that stunning face laced with… power. What the hell’s going on? ‘Ava, why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?’

‘I’m introducing a new kind of fuck to our relationship, Jesse.’ Her tone is oozing confidence and evenness, but being greeted by her beautiful mouth releasing such vulgar language, especially the moment I wake, instantly heats my blood. Or is it because my hard-on is pushing between her thighs? It could be both.

‘Mouth!’ I lash out, throwing my arms around as I look up to the headboard, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. ‘These are not my handcuffs.’

‘No, and there are two pairs. I’m sure you’ve noticed. So, like I was saying, I’ve invented a new fuck. And guess what?’

She sounds too cocky. It doesn’t sit well. ‘What?’

‘I thought of it just for you.’ She rotates her tiny hips, making me pull in a deep, worried breath. ‘I love you.’ she says softly.

‘Oh, fucking hell,’ I’m being played at my own game, except she’s got a motive. I can see it in the determined edge of her deep chocolate eyes. What’s she up to? I don’t know, but I have a feeling I’m not going to like it. Shit, I already don’t.

The delicate flats of her palms plant in my chest, and I watch as her exquisite face nears. I’m fighting to maintain steady breaths. Fuck, I’m struggling to breathe at all! ‘How old are you?’ She skims her lips on mine, and even though that question has just told me all I need to know and I’m shocked by it, I can’t help being distracted from the clarity of my situation by the feel of her lips on mine. The little fucking minx. But then she pulls away and I feel irritation brewing inside. Oh, this could get extremely ugly. I know how stubborn she can be.

With my hands bound, I try to lift my head to secure her lips to mine, knowing that if I can pay some special attention to her mouth, I might stand a chance of getting out of this little situation on top. I throw her an evil look when she denies me.

‘Thirty three.’ I nearly choke on a groan when she rubs into me. I’m in trouble, more so when she comes in close and starts biting and sucking at me.

‘Tell me the truth.’

‘Holy shit! Ava, I am not telling you how old I am.’

Her slender body lifts and she looks down at me, slightly perplexed ‘Why?’

I have no fucking clue what to say. I know I look good, I know she can’t control herself around me, and I know I send her dizzy with lust. But eleven years is like a whole fucking decade, plus one! When I was twenty-one, she was ten. It just doesn’t sound right. I’m knocking on forty, although I never plan on acting or looking it. ‘Undo the cuffs, I want to touch you.’ I don’t like the delight she displays at my order. She knows she’s got me.

‘No.’ The little fucking temptress grinds down hard, sending me wild with want.

‘Fuck!’ I throw my body around a bit, for absolutely no purpose at all. I’m fucked. ‘Remove the fucking cuffs, Ava!’


‘For fuck’s sake! Don’t play games with me, lady!’ I’m a hypocritical bastard, but I seriously do not like where this is heading. Fuck, I need to touch her!

‘I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.’ She’s so calm. It makes me freeze…and worry more. ‘Are you going to stop being unreasonable and tell me?’

I’m probably just being difficult now, but if I give in on this, she’ll use it against me for the rest of my fucking life. The first thing I’m doing when I get free, after I’ve fucked some sense into her, is buying a bed that has no scope for attaching things to it. ‘No!’

‘Fine.’ She flops down onto my chest, her lace covered, soft breasts pushing into my hard muscle, and she takes my cheeks in her palms, studying me for a few moments. Then she lowers her lips. I could cry, more so when she releases that low hum of pleasure that never fails to make me smile inside…and my cock harden to exploding point. My tongue leaves my mouth to search her out, but she pulls away. I growl. She should know better than to do this to me.

My unease doesn’t improve when she moves from my hips and places her tongue on my aching cock. ‘Ohhhh, fucking hell,’ I can’t deal with this. ‘Ava!’

Just when I think she may be taking some notice, she drops me and moves, but then holds something up. I nearly choke on my tongue. I recognise it immediately.

‘Oh, no! Ava, I swear to God!’ My head falls back in total despair, my mind frantically thinking of ways to stop this. The easiest thing would be to just fucking tell her, but what if she really does stop and think for a moment? I’ll be fifty when she’s just thirty-nine. And what about kids? She might think I’m too old to be a dad. Bollocks! ‘You can’t do this to me. Fuck!’

I hear the low humming of the vibrator, my head rocking stupidly fast from side-to-side, trying to dull it out.


She’s really going to do this. Damn it, that’s my fucking job. That thing can’t make her feel like I do. I keep my eyes shut. I can’t look.

‘This is one powerful machine.’

‘Ava, remove the fucking cuffs!’

The machine stops, and I ease up on the tension I’ve injected into my jaw through gritting my teeth. Everything hurts. My wrists, my muscles…my fucking cock. I slowly peel my eyes open, wondering whether it’s a bad idea. It is. The look in those deep browns that I love tells me she’s not giving up. ‘Are you going to tell me how old you are?’

I have the power, I think to myself, like a fucking twat of a control freak. ‘No, I’m not.’

‘Why are you being such a stubborn arse?’

Her sweet question makes me smile a little. I’m annoying her. Good! ‘Am I not your stubborn god?’

I soon stop grinning like an idiot when I see her start to draw the lace knickers down her legs, revealing her soft curls at the apex of her thighs. My heart rate increases further, my body clamming up with sweat as she rises to her knees. ‘Wouldn’t you like to help me out here?’

I should shut my eyes, not give her the satisfaction that she’s driving me fucking nuts, but I can’t drag my greedy stare away from the beauty before me, oozing fucking power. ‘Ava, undo these cuffs now so I can fuck you until you’re seeing stars.’

She ignores my demand, using my vulnerable condition to her advantage, killing me further by touching herself and gasping quietly.

Oh, fuck, fuck fuck!

‘Tell me.’ she whispers.

‘No!’ Fuck it, she can piss right off! ‘Remove the cuffs.’

I suddenly feel her lips on my stomach, working up my body until she’s at my mouth. I can’t help it. Nothing would stop me from responding to those lips, not even my incensed fury at her nerve. I kiss her, moaning when she teases me with a gentle glide of her body over my throbbing dick. ‘Oh, Jesus, Ava, please.’

‘Tell me.’

I shake my head, but now I think it’s just in desolation, rather than stubbornness. I’m not saying anything that could risk me losing her again. Nothing. I can’t go through it. I can’t be a moment without her.

Fine, have it your way.’ she says, repositioning her body between my legs and collecting the sparkly machine that I’m going to smash into a million pieces once I’m free…after I’ve fucked my angel stupid, just to remind her that…well, to show her that age doesn’t matter.

‘Put it down.’ I sound deadly. I feel it, not that it makes an ounce of difference. My girl is brave. ‘Ava, I swear to God!’ The vibrating rings in my ears as I watch her take it down to that special place – my place. ‘Don’t!’ I can’t take it. Should I tell her? Fuck! I can’t stop her if she runs. She may say it doesn’t matter, and it might not for now, but what about in a few years? What if she decides I’m too old then? I’ll never let myself go, never fall into the realms man-boobs and a saggy arse, not a fucking chance. So what’s the big deal?

‘Fuck! Ava, fucking fuck, fuck, fuck!’

The sound of a gasp disturbs my cursing fit, and I feel her jerk. ‘Ohhhhhhh Goddddd!’

My eyes fly open. I’m sweating, shaking and desperate for her. ‘Ava, all of your pleasure comes from me.’

‘Not today.’ Her beautiful browns close, robbing me of the stunning shimmer.

‘Ava!’ I yell, wriggling some more. ‘Fuck! Ava, you’re pushing it!’


I can’t take any more. This torture at its worst.

‘I’m thirty seven! For fuck’s sake woman, I’m thirty fucking seven!’ The number flies from my mouth, and I’m instantly worried, and even more furious that I didn’t just lie. Why didn’t I say thirty- two, or even thirty? I look good. I could pass. Shit, what if she runs?

I watch as the vibrator falls to the bed, making a mental note of where it lands so I can destroy the impostor once I’m free.

‘Take…the…fucking…cuffs…off.’ I glare at her, not relishing the worried look that drifts across her face. I don’t want her to be wary of me, but, good god, I feel stupidly dangerous.

The warmth of her palms meets my thighs and I watch as she slowly crawls up my body, resting her lips on mine and threading her hands through my hair. It feels so good, but I can’t shake the bubbling anger. What the hell is wrong with me? ‘I still love you.’ Her words ease my trepidation slightly, but not enough.

‘Good, now take the cuffs off.’

‘Are you mad at me?’

‘Fucking crazy mad, Ava!’

She sits up on my lap, assessing me, and then forces a cheeky smile. ‘Can’t you be crazy in love?’

‘I’m that too. Remove the cuffs.’

She goes to move and relief floods me, but then I feel the ready warmth of her entrance brush over me. It sends me over the edge. ‘Damn it, Ava! Take the fucking cuffs off!’

Fuck! I need to calm the fuck down!

‘What are you going to do?’

I hate myself for filling her with obvious panic, but I’m pretty certain she’s not as scared as me right now. I’m pissed with her for being so crafty, and even more pissed with myself for letting her win this.

‘Take them off.’

‘Not until you tell me what you’re going to do.’

‘I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then you’re going to run fourteen miles,’ I raise my head a little. ‘And we won’t be stopping for a muscle rub or a coffee break!’ I don’t know why I’ve said those things; I’m doing myself no favours. Now I’m crazy and old.

‘I don’t want to go for a run.’ She says coolly, but there’s no denying the anxiety in her tone. ‘You can’t make me.’

‘Ava, you need to remember who holds the power in this relationship.’ I’m surprised by her front, and even more surprised by my continued arrogance. I’m in no position to be throwing such statements around, and her horrified face confirms it.

‘I’m sorry, who has the power?’

Oh, the cheeky little temptress! ‘Ava, I’m warning you!’

‘I can’t believe you’re being so cranky over this. It was okay for you to handcuff me!’

‘I was in control!’ My words shock me.

‘You’re a power freak!’ she yells, and I wriggle a little more, just for something to do, other than say stupid shit. ‘I’m going to get a shower.’

‘I’m only a power freak with you! Ava!’

The bathroom door slams, and I’m alone, simmering with anger and uncertainty. I can hear the shower start, a small whimper escaping me at the mental image of her rubbing soap all over her perfectly formed body. I’m being tortured at every turn. I have issues. Big fucking issues. She loves me, I know for sure, but there’s so much that can make her change her mind on that – more important shit than my fucking age.

After laying on the bed for what seems like forever, restrained and my mind racing, I finally hear the door open, and I look up to see her wander into the room in only a towel.

‘Baby, come and free me, please.’ I’m a deluded twat if I think this will work.

She ignores me, settling to dry her hair, leaving me watching my beautiful girl pottering around the bedroom, readying herself for work. I resent being denied helping her – to button her blouse, to fasten her trousers, to place her shoes at her feet. I’ve no one to blame but myself.

When she’s done and looking even more stunning, if that’s possible, she wanders over and I sigh, accepting her kiss and jerking when I feel her lovely palm grasp my still aching arousal. The contact reverts me back to a madman. ‘Ava. I love you so fucking much, but if you don’t undo these cuffs, I’m going to fucking strangle you!’

My words have no effect. She even smiles and kisses me down to my cock and takes me deep. Oh, Jesus!

‘Ava, please!’

I’m dropped in an instant, and she’s walking away, my spirits lifting when I see her pick up something off the chest of drawers. The key?

Hope fills me, my whole form relaxing when she unlocks a hand, the blood completely drained, leaving it limp and weak…and fucking painful. I won’t be able to do sod all because my fucking hands won’t work. She puts the key on the table next to the bed, and I look to the small piece of silver on a frown, then to my defiant little temptress, who has never been so worthy of her title. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Where’s your phone?’

My phone? Why the fuck does she want that? ‘Why?’

‘You’ll need it. Where is it?’

‘It’s in my suit jacket. Ava, just give me the key.’ She’s not leaving me here, surely.

I’m watching in stunned silence as she retrieves my phone, places it just out of reach, and then walks right out on me.

I’m silent for a few moments, my cock set to explode. And then I roar, putting the king of the fucking jungle to shame. She’s ran out, just like I knew she would.

I can already feel my heart rate slowing.


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