Shayla's Story

~ People come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime ~
A Reason…
Questioning her relationship with a man who worships politics more than her, Shayla Clemmins escapes reality for the seductive sunsets of Greece. There she finds exactly what she didn’t know was missing from her life, but fears she’ll lose him to her past.
A Season…
John Mathews works hard and plays even harder. When he finds a new passion in the sensual warmth of Greece, he discovers that one lust-filled weekend of romance is just not enough.
A Lifetime…
With Shayla’s past catching up to her and an anonymous threat to her future, can she and John make a lifetime together?

John grabbed her wrist, bringing the tender pale flesh to his lips. A smirk widened across his face at her unbridled haste. “You can have your way with me. I’ll give you whatever you want,” came a growl of promise.

His voice softened to a murmur, rambling off into a list of things he planned to do to her, words no man had ever said to her, words that would make her blush in the morning light, but right now they turned her on more than she cared to admit.

He stripped her of her top and tossed it to the floor, revealing her petite round breasts.  He bent drawing a pink bud into the searing heat of his mouth.

“Oh, God, yes,” Her mind blistered. She panted with raw desire.

Moving to the other, John kissed and sucked, circling her nipple with his tongue. He rolled the damp sensitive flesh gently between his finger and thumb until she moaned.

“It’s gonna be a long night. But,”—he hooked his thumbs through her white lace panties, dropping to his knees and shimmying them to her ankles—“I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I sat next to you on the plane. You’re lucky I didn’t hoist you over my shoulder and drag you into the bathroom caveman style.”

“You can drag me wherever you want.” Raking her fingers through his thick dark hair, Shayla grasped his skull. Her head listed forward and her eyes closed. He rested his forehead above her trimmed tuft of dark hair. John pulled back and rose to his feet.

Her eyes flew open, pulse raging through her veins. “Wait. I wanted. I like…” she whimpered in protest.

A severe blush flooded over her, embarrassed for objecting.

A throaty laugh accompanied his haughty grin as he guided her backwards one step at a time. Her legs bumped against the mattress. “Oh, you’re going to like it. I just want you on your back.”