April 10, 2017
It’s Release Day!
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Love doesn’t last, not even in Forever.
He waited until his mother and aunt made it through the door, and then turned in time to catch a woman a few inches shorter than him as she slammed into his chest. “Whoa.”
A beautiful woman. Who smelled real good.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” she said.
Man, her voice was sexy. All throaty and a little breathless. His mind immediately jumped to wicked thoughts. She looked up, and all he saw was big sapphire blue eyes and long blond tresses. Her cheeks turned bright red. It looked good on her. A sudden image of her looming over him, riding him hard, her face and neck flushed pink, her eyes dark with arousal filled his tiny brain while the all the blood in his body rushed to his groin. He cleared his throat but not the vision. Asher needed some distance between them before she could realize where his thoughts had gone. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and spun around too fast.”
Gorgeous. Stunning in a casual girl-next-door kind of way. Her hair hung down her back in soft curls, but had a messy look to it, as though she’d been sliding her fingers through it in the recent past. Or after he’d spent hours running his fingers through it. She had a dimple on her right cheek. She had a cute button-shaped nose and high cheekbones.
She looked familiar, but he didn’t know her.
He stuck his hands in his pockets before he reached for her, and his fingers encountered the locket. He had forgotten about it while eating his lunch. Now its warmth flowed through him when he wrapped his hand around it, grounding him in an odd way.
“Um…” The flush in her cheeks darkened. Her eyes widened. She blinked a few times, fluttering long dark lashes before she dropped her gaze to where she still had her hands pressed flat against his chest. She curled her fingers the tiniest bit before she snapped them back and almost jumped backward another two feet. “I’m sorry.”
Asher wiped one finger across his mouth, surreptitiously confirming no drool trickled from the corner of his lips. All was good, but damn, the woman was a stunner. Perfect height. Perfect weight, not model thin like many of the woman who ran in his circles back home. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Christ, why did so many women give up eating? Did they honestly believe the thinner they were, the more attractive they’d be? Didn’t they realize many men liked women they could hold without fear of crushing?
He adored women who loved and embraced their bodies— tall, short, athletic, curvy and yes even thin. He liked women who enjoyed meals without feeling the need to order eat only a small salad as their main course.
She had curves. Delicious curves. She wore a yellow dress that hugged every swell she owned. At home, women with bodies like hers covered them with clothes a size larger. Thankfully, she didn’t.
She must have been with the group he’d noticed over in the corner. He hadn’t paid them much attention as he’d been more focused on helping his aunt get settled. While they discussed the ice-cream shop, he had scoured a local newspaper a previous diner had left behind. All eight pages. Eight pages that included births, obits, the heat wave, abnormal for this time of year, and the upcoming Sadie Hawkins dance.
His gaze dipped down to where the dress she wore had a modest V that displayed the tops of her creamy and exquisite looking breasts. “It’s not a problem.” He forced his feet to move and stepped out of the way, but stretched out his right arm to push open and hold the door for her. “After you.”
“Thank you.” She kept her gaze glued to the floor and angled her body as she walked past.
“My name’s Asher. My aunt runs the ice-cream shop.” The necklace in his pocket shifted, catching his attention for a split second.
She raised her head. “. How’s Lorraine doing?”
“Good. Sore. Frustrated. The doctor wants her off her feet and resting for a few days. Sounds like she’s been trying to do too much.”
She laughed. She had a beautiful genuine sounding laugh. “Yes, many stepped in to help, and some of the students took different shifts while she was in the hospital. She’s not one to accept support or delegate. As soon as they released her, I’m sure she spent more time at the shop than anybody else. I’m glad to hear she finally reached out to family, though.” She paused. “I didn’t even know she had family until my mother mentioned it.”
“My mom and I arrived yesterday.”
“Are you staying in town for long?”
“A few weeks. Depends on my aunt.” They had stopped on the sidewalk in front of the pub. “I didn’t catch your name,” he said.
“I didn’t give it.” She smiled, her mouth curving in an appealing grin. She also had perfect white teeth.
“My aunt told me the people in Forever were friendly and polite.”
She nodded. “Most are.”
He laughed. “So, you’re not one of them?”
“Pretty name.” A beautiful name.
“You don’t agree? There’s not many Sadie’s out there. You’re the first one I’ve met.”
“Yeah, well, I wish I wasn’t one.”
He frowned. “I’m not sure I understand why? It’s okay to be unique.” In the back of his mind, he chuckled as he heard his grandmother’s words coming out of his mouth. “Your parents could have called you Jane or Diane. Or good grief, Tiffany or Britney.” He tried for levity. Mind you, he knew more than a few Tiffany’s and Britney’s.
She gave him a sharp look. “Not if you’re named after a dance.”
He stared at her. “Seriously? Your name is Sadie Hawkins?”
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March 20, 2017
Molly is ready to spend the holiday with friends. It’s the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give.
When the woman he loved told him she needed space, Tanner gave her ten long years. Now he’s back. He’ll settle for closure but hopes for a future. Sex with Molly is scorching hot and brings back plenty of memories.
When they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart.
“It’s been a long time, Molly. I want you to know that I’m over it. I’m over what happened. How it ended. But I do need to understand. I need to know. Why did you break up with me? I thought we had a good thing.” He focused on her face. Without the aid of the campfire, he tried to search her eyes in the darkness, hoping he might somehow read her mind. “I never forgot you.” Not for a day in the ten years since he’d seen her, had he forgotten how she looked, what she smelled like. How good it felt to hold her, to touch her.
To kiss her.
To make love to her.
Raw, undiluted pain filled her eyes. It was a brief flash, and his gut clenched at the token glimpse.
“I don’t know what to say to you.”
He stepped in front of her and stopped, swiveling around to face her. She stumbled a bit on the gravel to avoid crashing into him. His hands clenched into fists in his pockets—the need to take her in his arms overwhelming. “Look at me.”
She lifted her chin, her head slowly tilting back until the features of her face were revealed. Even in the darkness, he saw uncertainty and panic struggling to stay buried behind those wide eyes. Regret sucker-punched him, but he couldn’t let it go that easily. After ten long years, he deserved answers.
Tanner grabbed her hand again, spun on his heel, and dragged her toward a path leading into the trees. She balked, pulling backward. He stopped again. “We should talk somewhere we won’t be interrupted.” Unrelenting, he leveled her with a look.
She lifted her shoulders and let them fall in a slow, fake shrug of indifference.
It had been a long time since he’d been into the park, but he remembered this footpath well. It wound around and would eventually come out behind where they were camped. She followed him until they came to a secluded spot a few feet off the main path. He walked over to a large tree, propped his back against it, shoved his hands in his pockets again, and braced one foot against the tree, hoping to appear casual.
Taking slow, cautious steps, she crept closer, stopping when she stood a few feet before him. “So you’re moving to Ottawa.”
“Actually, the deal’s not done yet.”
“But you said—”
“I know what I said, Molly. I do want to move back. But it depends on you.”
“On me? What does it have to do with me?”
“Are you seeing anybody?” The iridescent glow from the full moon filtered down through the branches, providing enough light for him to see her, but with her head ducked, her features were in shadow. He couldn’t see enough of her face or her eyes. He was desperate to see her eyes.
“Not that it’s any of your business. But no. Not at the moment.”
“I’m not either.”
She cast him a quick look of surprise. “Why aren’t you? You’re handsome and, from what I gather, successful. Why aren’t you married or committed to some lucky girl?”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, yanking her closer to him.
Gasping, she fell into his chest.
He gathered her close, spinning around to place her against the tree while he leaned in close to ensure she stayed put. She stiffened, surprise in her eyes.
“I’ve never forgotten you or what we had. You meant everything to me.” He put it out there. The pain he’d held in since that day she’d told him it was over, laced his words.
Molly dropped her gaze. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Shifting to the left, she made a move to step away from the tree, away from him, but he edged in close, stalling her. He placed his finger under her chin, tipping her face toward the moonlight. He gazed down into her eyes. “Why then? Why did you end it the way you did?”
“I had to… I… Never mind, I just had to.” She trembled as she choked out the last.
“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you somehow?” His mind raced over their past, as it had many times, trying to figure out what happened. When things changed.
“Of course not.” Her conviction put him at ease, a little bit at least.
“Did somebody else do or say something?” Unexpected rage ripped through him. Good God, had somebody hurt her?
“No. No, it wasn’t anything you or anybody else did.” She tried to pull out of his grasp.
He held steadfast, closing the distance until his chest grazed hers. He pinned her to the tree.
“Please. Let me go.”
“I want answers.”
Standing this close to her, for the first time in years, her heart beating a rapid flutter against his chest did wild things to his body. His heartbeat sped up, sweat popped out on his forehead, and his cock hardened to steel. He dropped his gaze to her mouth. Her lush lips parted, warm breaths blew out in little spurts, fluttering against his neckline. He knew he shouldn’t rush this. He’d come with a plan to get her back, if she’d take him. But no way could he stop.
“I want the truth. I suppose I can wait a little longer if you’re not ready.” For answers. He could wait for answers. Touching her, tasting her, was a different thing altogether. “But I do have something I need to give you.” He hesitated, questioning his intention. Screw it. “I’m sorry, but I can’t resist, and you’re too desirable.”
He bent his head low, paused, and pressed his lips to hers. It should have been gentle, but it wasn’t. Unless she pushed him away, or told him no, the need to kiss her was vital, her taste essential.
He tensed, expecting her to do just that when she raised her arms and placed her palms against his chest. He held his breath, his body trembling while he waited. A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, and she curled the tips of her fingers into his shirt. With a soft whimper, she lured him closer, leaning into his body, taking his kiss.
A flood of emotions strangled him—anger, relief, basic sexual need. Pressing his highly aroused body solidly against hers, he flattened his palms against the tree on either side of her head. A moan rose from his chest. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, dueling with hers. He touched the soft insides of her cheeks and the smooth surface of her teeth, absorbing her unique essence, which was even better than he remembered. He drew back to lick along her bottom lip, placing small kisses at the corners, and then dove back in for more, angling for a closer connection. A sense of urgency began to build.
God, he’d missed this
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March 3, 2017
Note: this is a re-release of my debut novel that was released in Jan 2013 through Etopia Press. Same title, different cover. The story has been re-edited and about 1200 words added to enhance the story, but it has not been significantly altered in any way. The book will be sold at a cheaper price than the original version, however, unless you would like an updated version, there is no need to repurchase the book.
A weekend of hot sex can’t erase past heartbreaks, but it might lead to a better tomorrow.
Molly arrives at a beautiful park, ready to spend the holiday camping with friends. This weekend is the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner Daivies showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give.
Years ago, Molly Simpson broke his heart. When the woman he loved told him she needed space, Tanner gave it to her—for ten long years. Now he’s back. He’ll settle for closure but hopes for a future. Sex with Molly is scorching hot and brings back plenty of memories. When they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart.
It may be time to deal with the past. But is reliving it worth the risk?
“Come for me, baby.”
She froze. That quick, the climax that had been spiraling out of control fizzled and sputtered out. She collapsed against the bed and swallowed back an anguished cry, biting her lip hard in the process. “Stop.” She pushed him away when he reached for her and sat up, struggling to back up against the headboard.
“Molly, what’s wrong?” He remained on his knees at the side of the bed, confusion marring his handsome face.
She squeezed her eyes tight and sighed. When she opened them, his face shimmered out of focus. “Tanner—” She licked her dry lips to try again.
Her heart cracked wide open. God help her, she couldn’t do this to him? Words fell from her mouth, stumbling over each other in her haste to spit them out.
But it wasn’t the words she’d practiced.
Tanner loved her. He’d want to take care of her. She refused to destroy his plans when he could do nothing anyway. “I can’t do this anymore. I think we should split up.”
His head lurched back, and an odd sound exploded from his throat. “What? Is this a joke?”
“No. It’s no joke. I’m sorry.” She grabbed the comforter, wrapping it tight around her body, right up to just under her chin. Distance. She needed distance.
“I’m confused, Molly. Everything’s been good. We’re graduating; we’re ready to begin our lives. What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? For Christ’s sake, we’ve been together forever.”
He jumped to his feet and marched a few steps away. He stopped, spinning to stare at her, his mouth hanging open as he swept his arm back and forth between them. His words, when they came, filled her with anguish. “What the hell was this? A good-bye fuck?”
She flinched at the harshness in his voice. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” she tried. She hated this. But thought it best, for Tanner. He had such a bright future. “I’ve never been on my own. I need to be on my own for a little while.” Cold seeped into her fingers and toes. Tiny shivers racked her body. Molly held tighter to the blanket, willing her teeth not to chatter, not to stutter over the words she struggled to say. “We’ve never dated anybody else Tanner. Maybe—“
“Maybe what?” he demanded, his eyes a mix of anger and deep hurt.
“She gulped over the lie lodged in her throat. “I believe we owe it to ourselves to explore our options.” Inwardly she winced. What a grown-up piece of crap.
Cover Credits Go To:
Cover Photo: Copyright Kruse Images and Photography
Models: Lance Jones and Kimberleigh Michelle
Cover Design: Bookin’ It Designs
Available Tuesday, March 7th!
February 27, 2017
For fans of Friends with Benefits, here’s a short follow-up story with Tyler, Angela, and Connor. It’s Valentine’s and Angela has a special surprise for her guys!
Angela O’Neil has been waiting for the perfect moment to share a secret with her two husbands, and Valentine’s Day is it.
But things take a turn for the worse when she sees red. Is she about to lose the one thing that would complete their three-way bond?
How about a naughty excerpt?
“I’m gonna come, Angela.”
She added more suction; her cheeks hollowing with the effort. He moved his hips faster, driving his cock closer to the back of her throat.
“Ah yes, sweetheart, here it comes.” Connor dropped his head back as he drove forward one last time and then stilled, letting each spurt pulse from his body.
Angela whimpered as a shudder rolled through her. Finally, she relaxed her jaw, allowing him to pull out of her warm, wet mouth.
She sagged a bit, but Tyler leaped forward to steady her, while Connor tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants.
Tyler helped Angela to her feet. “Enjoyed that, did you?”
“Let me taste.”
Tyler grabbed the hand she’d used to pleasure herself and brought it to his mouth. His tongue flicked out to swirl around her two fingers before he opened wide and placed them in his mouth. He clamped down and Connor could see his jaw working but his intense gaze held Angela’s.
She stumbled, her back connecting with Connor’s chest. He held her tight while his friend enjoyed the benefits of Angela’s orgasm.
A wicked look entered Tyler’s eyes as he licked her clean and then kissed the tip of each finger before he relinquished her hand. “Very yummy, sweetheart.”
This book was originally published as part of the Valentine’s Heat IV Anthology.
All rights have been transferred back to the author.
This book has been reviewed and editorial changes made, but the content has not been significantly altered.
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