NEW RELEASE W/ EXCERPT: Walk Through My Door by Anthony Bryan



synopsis (2)
Finally, an erotic & romantic story of real people, facing the challenges of real life, and searching for the one true love we all dream of finding…

Lauren is a newly-single mother carrying the weight of a well-guarded secret while trying desperately to make sense of her new role and being on her own.  Adam is a single father, with a powerful past, now struggling to find his place in the world.  Together, they are the right people falling in love at the wrong time.

‘Walk Through My Door’ is the sexually-charged story of one man who’s willing to give anything for true love, except give up, and one woman fighting to make the right decision between the man who held her heart for so long and the man with whom she’s now deeply fallen for.

Adam and Lauren form an unimaginable bond which leads to a romantic, highly erotic, and heartfelt adventure through the struggles and challenges of life, with both hoping to find nothing more than their one true love at the other end of this beautiful journey.

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No billionaires, tattooed bad boys, or beautifully proportioned models….just real people!

Anthony’s goal with ‘Walk Through My Door’ is to give you a story you can feel to the very depths of your soul. He tapped into those common traits, hopes, dreams, and insecurities found in all of us to create a pair of leading characters who are real. You’ll see yourself in Lauren as you feel her happiness and her struggles. As for Adam, let’s just say your new book-boyfriend is waiting to meet you!







excerpt (2) “Relax, and just watch,” she said as she climbed on me and slid my cock inside of her.  She placed her hands flat on my chest as she started riding me with a rhythm and gyration that the word ‘hot’ doesn’t even begin to describe.

I was watching her incredible movements and enjoying the way her pussy felt like satin as it gripped my cock.  She noticed me watching and bashfully placed her hand over her stomach.  I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand, but she quickly moved it back, saying, “Don’t look at my mummy tummy.”

“I fucking love your mummy tummy,” I said as I flipped her onto her back and started fucking her the way I wanted.

I hooked my hands behind her knees and pushed her knees to her shoulders.  I propped myself up, and I started pounding her pussy as hard as I thought she could take it.

I was fucking her so hard as she screamed, “Oh my God, fuck me!  Fuck me as hard as you want, baby; I can take it.”

I left my right hand in place, pushing her knee to her shoulder, but I moved my left hand to roughly grasp her throat.  The second my hand took hold, she let out an ecstatic, “YES!”

I fucked harder and harder until I swung her right leg over to her left side, grabbed her hips, and forcefully flipped her over to her stomach.  I grabbed under her hips and pulled up, and Lauren instantly got into a hands and knees position.  I entered her from behind, and my cock again started pounding her juicy little cunt.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until I fucked her to the point where I was ready to cum.  She had already reached her hand up between her legs to rub her clit as we fucked, and obviously sensing I was ready, she shouted, “I want to cum with you, baby.  Cum inside me; I’m ready.”

I pulled her hair hard and slammed myself in for one final thrust as I started my orgasm deep inside her.  My cock throbbed as I filled her amazing pussy with every drop I had.

Together, we collapsed to the mattress and just laid together in a sweaty mess as we both worked to catch our breath.  I rolled onto my back, and she shifted herself to lay her head on my chest as I held her close.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she said, “Adam, can I be honest with you about something?”

“Anything,” I told her.  “Well, almost anything.  If you used to be a man, after what just happened, let’s just keep that one a secret forever.”

“You are something else!  Really, I want to tell you something important.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.  But, just to be sure, you weren’t once a man, right?”

She slapped my chest and commanded, “Stop it!”

“Hey, it’s just that Adam’s apple thing you have going on…”

“I DO NOT HAVE AN ADAM’S APPLE,” she said in a playfully angry tone.

“Come on,” I said.  “I’m trying to get you to tell me something serious, and you’re goofing off about Adam’s apples!”

“Forget it, dork.”

“I’m sorry.  Tell me.”

“It’s nothing bad,” she started.  “I’m working on it, but I just want you to know that I’m very self-conscious about my body.  I know it’s ‘not sexy’ to be self-conscious, that’s why I’m working on it, but it’s hard to get past.”

“Why?” I asked in amazement.  Ok, only in half amazement.  I know even the most so-called ‘perfect’ super-models have image issues, but Lauren was absolutely beautiful.  I continued, “You are beautiful.  What could you possibly be self-conscious about?”

“I don’t know.  I never felt like this before Braden, but having him did things to my body.  I have stretch marks, my boobs look deflated and saggy, I have a mommy-tummy.  I look gross.”

“Lauren Annabelle Livingstone, you look at me.”

“No,” she said while bashfully hiding her face in my chest.

I could hear she was softly crying, and I said, “Lauren, look at me.”  She looked up, and I used my thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek.  “I’ll say this to you, over and over, until you believe me: I think you are beautiful.  There’s no such thing as ‘deflated, saggy boobs,’ ‘mummy tummy,’ or ‘stretch marks.’  These are all mother’s marks, and there’s no greater gift you’ll ever receive in your life.”

“How are they a gift?” she asked.

“Because they are a permanent and a constant reminder of the miracle your body performed: you created a life.  There was a time when you and Braden were one, and you shared your body with him.

“He’s going to grow up, and he’s going to one day have his own life and his own family.  He’ll grow and grow, just as you’ll get older and older.  He’ll have his own children, and those children will have their own children.

“One day, when you’re very old, you’ll be reaching the sunset of your life, and the days when you shared your body with Braden will be very, very, far in the distant past.  But you’ll still have those reminders.  You’ll still have those mother’s marks to look at and instantly remember the magical and incredible miracle you performed as well as that bond you once shared with him long ago.  And there is NOTHING in this world more beautiful than that.  You are fucking beautiful, head to toe.  Now, your toes may smell a little, but they’re still pretty damn cute.”

She squeezed me tightly and began to sob uncontrollably, “Adam, I am so in love with you!”


author bio (2)

Anthony Bryan,
Author of “Walk Through My Door” and “The Suicide Princess”

Born and raised in In the United Kingdom, Anthony Bryan now resides in the United States where he is tenaciously pursuing his writing career.  His hope, more than anything, is that his words can provide you with a temporary escape from reality, and he hopes they take you on a journey you won’t soon forget. His goal is to give you something different, refreshing and unlike anything you’ve ever read.  His writing is designed to target certain emotions and hit them like never before – love, anticipation, thrill, suspense, angst, revenge, lust, and so on.  Each story grabs a different set of feelings and refuses to let go.  So, find your favorite reading spot, pour yourself a drink (or two) and love every second of every page he writes… After all, he writes them for you!

At 29 years old, Anthony served with the American military in Afghanistan, and he is a combat veteran as well as an accomplished fighter who is still training in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai kickboxing.  He may not seem like your typical erotic-romance writer, and he’s not.  He’s different, and his work is different.  He wouldn’t have it any other way, and he’s dying to take you on the ride of your life!

What are you waiting for?  Get to know him, and you’ll quickly see there is no one out there quite like him…

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