Never Fall In Love (Part 1)

By Erica Storm

This book (BWWM, Interracial, African American, and Multicultural) is for individuals 18 and over.
Sherrie Charles is young, black, and has a promising future after she graduated from a prestigious high school and was accepted into college. When she follows her girlfriend, Summer, home after the last day of school, she meets Summer’s older brother, Lucas. He’s cocky, arrogant, volatile, has a devastating sexy grin, an air of authority of a man who gets his way, and he’s white.
It’s love at first sight with Sherrie, but not with the object of her affections. How hard will Sherrie fight against Lucas’s masterful control of her?
Lucas Blandford a recent college graduate wants to explore the world before he has to take over his father’s company, and since time is running out, and he will take the helm in a matter of months, he decides to throw a party people will talk about for years. His aim is to nail as many women as he can in one night, and he will begin with his sister’s young friend, the smart mouth eighteen year old, Sherrie Charles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Dec 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310169830

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Chapter 1:  Sherrie

I was in love. Not the kind of love you have for your first car, your first puppy, or your first doll but a love where someone first touched me in an intimate and personal way. It was the last day of high school and my friend, Summer Blandford, invited me to stay for the weekend at her family’s estate in Connecticut.

We had become friends because we were both different and very much alike. I was different because I was one of the few low income black girls who managed to get a scholarship to a prestigious high school in New Jersey. I had worked my tail off every year I can remember. When kids were sitting on the stoops in Brooklyn on Saturdays, I was busy taking prep classes.

Summer was different because she was one of the few white girls who enjoyed the things I enjoyed. The same movies, reality shows on television, and she dressed different from most of the girls in my school. Somewhere between high fashion and cheap chic. Not only that, she declared that she would become an actress, and she was going to Hollywood. I agreed to run scenes with her on our off time which solidified our friendship.

I am one of her rare friends but the girls in our high school respected and revered her. I think it had to do with money. Her family is very rich.

One day she asked me, What are you going to do now that school is over?

I’m going to college naturally.

Well I’m not going to waste my time on college, she had said to me. After all, why should she, her parents had money, and she could afford to explore what she wanted to do with her life, but I didn’t have that luxury. I had to go to college or work, but first I had to get a scholarship because my family had no money. College was a luxury.

Sooner or later I had to pitch in with food and rent for my mother’s apartment. But she saw what I was trying to do something with my life, and she gave me a pass. When Summer invited me to her home for a visit, I was happy to get away. I was happy to go somewhere, anywhere except go home and have my mother question me about getting a job for the summer.

At first I was reluctant to accept her invitation to her family’s estate, but Summer convinced me that her parents would be in Europe, and all I had to contend with was her obnoxious brother, Lucas, and a few snooping servants. And that wouldn’t be a problem, because he stayed to himself in a cottage on the grounds, and they only came in to cook and clean every other day.

We never have to see him except for dinner, she assured me. My family expects us to eat dinner at a certain time when we’re home together, and the servants need something to do. It makes them feel like they aren’t taking charity. I glance at her, Yeah, strange, isn’t it? Summer says smiling.

Summer and I celebrated birthdays in the same month. It was the