Seven Days Earlier
I was on my third circular pace around the living room. Every few steps, I stopped and took a look at my watch. The moment I had been dreading for the last few weeks was rapidly approaching, and with every passing minute, the sinking feeling in my stomach worsened.
Snap out of it, Nicole, you’ve had two weeks to prepare for this. I tried my best to pull it together as I walked over to the steps leading to the second floor of my house.
“Jax, are you ready?” I yelled, shooting a nervous glance to the wall clock. I could hear movements and fumbling coming from my ten-year-old son’s bedroom, before he finally responded in a strained little voice, “Yes, Mom, I’m fully dressed and waiting. All I have to do is put on my shoes.”
My eyebrow raised and I let out a doubtful, “Ha!” I heard the words from my son, but I didn’t believe them. Jax being fully dressed without my constant nagging and threats of video game privileges being taken away seemed virtually impossible. He was too easily distracted. I was willing to bet a pretty penny that when I entered his room, he would still be in his underclothes staring off into space, entranced by something silly.
On a normal day I would let him be, but today wasn’t a normal day. It was the first day of a court-ordered visitation schedule that allowed my estranged husband, Jaxson, to take our son every other weekend, alternating holidays, and half of the summer. As I considered the circumstances, I shook my head in complete and utter disgust. My life had become a shit show.
I had been confident in the bond I’d shared with my husband and the depth of our love. I’d believed in the vows that we took before God, our family and close friends. And, above all else, I’d been positive that Jaxson felt as strongly as I did about bringing our son up in a stable, two-parent home. Jaxson Senior and I were high school sweethearts; we met in English class, I had been sitting in the corner minding my own business when he approached me.
“Hey, Nicole, did you finish the reading assignment?” he asked randomly.
I was shocked; we sat next to each other for two months and never uttered a word to each other. I didn’t even think he knew my name. “I did, and I also saw the movie version a long time ago, so I’m ready for the test.”
Jaxson let out a long sigh. “I didn’t get to finish it. Do you think you could give me a quick rundown? Enough information so I can wing it on the essay questions?”
I saw the desperation in his eyes. “Yeah, sure,” I replied kindly.
“Oh my God, thank you so much. I really want to get an A in this class. I’m trying to keep my GPA high,” he exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” I said with a smile. This was how it began; this was my first encounter with the man that would eventually change my life forever. We connected over the last two chapters of “Of Mice and Men.” We became good friends after that day, and weeks later, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
Our parents weren’t thrilled about us being serious at such a young age. They believed that fifteen-year-old children should be focused on school and not relationships. We convinced our parents that dating wouldn’t interfere with our schoolwork and asked for a chance to prove that we could handle both. With every passing semester, Jaxson and I stayed true to our word, and continuously made the honor roll. Soon our parents became more accepting of our connection, and granted us opportunities to go on unsupervised dates. With a few rules of course; no closed doors allowed, no getting home after dark, and absolutely no sleepovers.
Although Jaxson was a very attractive guy with many girls vying for his attention, he was surprisingly inexperienced when it came to girls. We were each other’s first everything. First love, first kiss, and on Valentine’s Day, right after my sixteenth birthday, Jaxson booked us a hotel room for the day and we had sex for the very first time. It had been perfect. And like most horny teenagers, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other…in private that was.
By senior year, we had a stack of College acceptance letters along with many scholarship opportunities. It seemed as if our biggest hurdle would be finding a way to stay together while attending separate universities. Boy, were we wrong. Our plans came to a screeching halt when I found out that I was pregnant.
Our parents were devastated, because their two children, who had so much promise, were becoming parents at a time when they should be in College. This time was distressing to say the least. Our parents sat down and talked. They decided that they didn’t want us to become statistics.
When the baby was born, his grandparents stepped up to the plate and offered help with Jaxson Junior, or “Jax” as we called him. With the outpouring of financial aid and childcare support from both of our families, Jaxson and I were able to attend College fulltime and obtain Bachelor Degrees. After I crossed the stage to collect my degree, Jaxson greeted me in the aisle down on one knee, with Jax perched on his side, asking for my hand in marriage.
We overcame the odds and became very successful professionally, both obtaining a master’s degree. I opened the At Risk Teen Center for girls at risk of becoming teenage mothers, and Jaxsonbecame Vice President of a Foreign Currency Exchange Firm.
We were legally separated now, after five years of marriage. It had seemed that in a few short weeks, our marriage went from happy and strong, to miserable and completely unhealthy. Jaxson constantly picked fights with me and stormed out of the house at all hours of the night. To this day, I still don’t understand why. Then one day, he stood in the middle of dinner and announced that he was moving out.
As I ascended the steps, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My outward appearance was still the same; mocha-colored skin, curvy, tightly curled hair, and uniquely colored eyes. However, inside I felt hollow and broken. I was a twenty-eight-year-old, soon-to-be-divorced single mother. I let out a derisive chuckle and shook my head.
When I made it up to Jax’s room, I saw my baby boy sitting on the edge of his bed looking out the window. My heart melted. The sight of my son could bring me back from the depths of despair and make me feel complete. I rounded the bed and said, “Hey, baby boy, is everything okay?”
His worrisome look made me frown. I pulled him up into a big hug and he laid his head on my stomach, squeezing me tight. When I felt the brush of Jax’s hand in my hair, I knew for sure something was bothering him. Ever since he was a few months old, Jax found comfort in running his fingers through the silky curled strands of my hair whenever he was distressed.
“What’s the matter, baby boy? Are you not happy to see your dad today?” I asked. Jax shrugged one shoulder and gave me a pained look. “I don’t know.” His little voice was so soft I could barely hear it.
I furrowed my brow. “What’s wrong? Tell me,” I insisted. Then I pulled him over to his bed and made him sit on my lap. Jax took a deep breath and continued running his small fingers through my hair. “I’m excited to see Daddy, but I don’t want you to be sad and lonely, Mommy. I know you will miss me.”
His words sliced right through my heart, and I squeezed him tighter. Jax was absolutely right. For the next three days, I would miss my son with every fiber of my being. Jax had kept me company every day since Jaxson left. We talked about our days, did grocery shopping together, watched movies, and grabbed bites to eat. Most nights, Jax even slept in my bed. Although his assumption was correct, I didn’t want him worrying about me. As much as I hated to admit it, Jax needed to spend time with his father. I put on a brave face as I spoke to my son.
“I will miss you, my love, but you’re coming home on Monday. That’s only three sleeps away. I’m okay with it, and I’m happy you’re spending time with your daddy,” I said as I gently kissed his cheek.Jax gazed up at me, trying to figure out if I meant what I said. I offered him a reassuring smile. “Now come on, let’s get your bag. The sooner you leave, the sooner you come back. I just need you to make me one promise,” I said, as we both stood and made our way toward the door.
“What’s that, Mommy?” Jax asked curiously.
“Don’t grow too much this weekend; I won’t be able to handle it if you came home on Monday with a mustache and a deep voice.” Giggles filled the room and I leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead, before we continued down to the front door.
I became overwhelmed with dread as we waited on the steps for Jaxson to show up. Occasionally, my mind would conjure thoughts of this all ending happily. Maybe Jaxson would approach me, begging for forgiveness and ask to come back home. I shook my head, silently reprimanding myself for thinking such nonsense. The man I married disappeared a long time ago and there was no way in hell I would let the stranger who replaced him back into my life, or bed for that matter.
Five minutes later, Jaxson pulled up in a brand new BMW x5. I shook my head in utter disbelief and mumbled under my breath, “Flashy idiot.”
I gave Jax another huge hug, a few more kisses, and sent him off to his father. Jax moved toward the vehicle. Then I noticed a falter in his stride. Concerned, I went over to see what was wrong. When I glanced into the car, I instantly knew what the problem was. There was a girl who looked no older than twenty-one sitting in the passenger seat. Unbelievable! Is this guy for real?
Frustrated, I turned towards my son. “Jax, wait in the house while Mommy has a quick talk with your dad.”
Jax seemed disappointed. Unfortunately, he had experienced many fights between us, and could sense when one was about to happen. He hated it when we argued, but knew there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Usually when we fought, he would leave the room and head to the nearest television.
When Jaxson saw his son walk back into the house, he got out of the car and walked onto the sidewalk. “Is there a problem, Nicole?” he asked intimidatingly. “I don’t have time for your games.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Wow. No hello, no good morning, nothing? It was hard to believe that this was the man I was once in love with. I pulled myself together and answered Jaxson with equal aggression.
“Yes, Jaxson there is a problem! Today is your first visit with our son, and you brought a woman with you,” I yelled.
He smirked and slowly shook his head. “Let’s not make this about our son, Nicole. Let’s call a spade, a spade. You’re jealous because I’ve moved on so quickly.” He let out a smug chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “I knew this would happen.”
The look on his face pissed me off and I flew into a rage. “Jealous? What is there for me to be jealous of? I could care less about what you do with your life, Jaxson. Unlike you, I’m only concerned with our son and who or what he is exposed to.”
His chuckle turned into a jeering laughter. Deep, from the pit of his stomach. “Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “You probably thought I would come here suggesting we get back together. Sorry, cakes, I’ve got a new younger girl now, and the three of us are going to spend the day at the Country Club. As a family.”
His words hit me right in the pit of my stomach. Somehow I was able to hold onto my dignity and not burst into tears. I decided to ignore the rest of the crap spewing out of his mouth. “I just thought you would use your head. It’s too soon to introduce our son to your new toy. Most people don’t introduce their kids to someone unless they’re serious about the person, Jaxson.”
Jaxson’s stance shifted to one of pure dominance and manipulation. “Look, Nicole, this isn’t up for discussion. It’s my time with Jax and I get to spend it with him however I see fit. If you have a problem with this then you need to take it up with the judge the next time we go to court,” he snarled.
His words left me feeling crushed. Because the visitation was court mandated, I had to abide by the law, and not my gut. At least for now. Without any further argument, I went inside to get Jax. When I walked through the front door, I saw Jax sitting on the couch watching The Cartoon Network. My first instinct was to lock the front door and tell Jaxson to and leave my son and me the hell alone. But that would only amplify this already horrible situation.
“Baby, you’re still going with daddy and his friend,” I said reluctantly.
Jax seemed confused and his voice shook as he spoke. “Mommy?” he whispered.
“Yes, baby,” I replied.
“Is that lady Daddy’s new girlfriend?” he asked unhappily.
His question made my blood boil. I was enraged that Jaxson wasn’t answering these questions. As usual, the burden was on me. “Yes, baby, the lady in the car is Daddy’s new girlfriend.”
Jax’s shoulders slumped when he heard my words, further breaking my heart. “So does that mean he has a new family now? What about us?”
I took in a sharp breath, fighting back the tears that threatened. “Don’t worry about us, sweetie, we will be fine. Everything will be fine, but if you need me at any time this weekend…don’t hesitate to call me, okay?”
He nodded but I could tell he wasn’t very happy. I didn’t feel comfortable sending Jax away in such a sad mood; I knew I had to perk him up a little bit before he left. I kneeled down to Jax’s eye level.“You know what? I know exactly how to fix this,” I said thoughtfully. His eyes brightened with curiosity in what plan I had up my sleeve. “I’m going to get you your own cell phone today,” I said excitedly. “So we can call and text each other any time we want when we are not together.”
Jax jumped up and down with delight. “Oh! Mommy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he exclaimed. “I know exactly which phone I want.”
“Oh yeah? And what phone might that be?” I asked fascinated.
“Can you get me a Samsung Galaxy Note?” he asked with a huge grin.
“Oh Jesus, I’ll see Jax, but I honestly don’t think you need something so extravagant,” I said, running my hand through his curly hair.
Jax started to convince me of all the pros of getting him a fancy phone, but I cut him off.
“I’ll think about it, baby boy. I don’t want you to keep your dad waiting. Remember what I said. Call me if you need me, and I will see you Monday. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mommy,” Jax said and smiled.
I gave him one more kiss on the forehead, and got a quick whiff of his hair as he headed out of the door. Before he was out of my eyesight, Jax said one more thing, “Mom? Can you at least get me a phone that I can play Candy Crush on?”
I smiled, nodded, and with that he was gone.
After living the past six years of her life as a shadow of her former self Stella Morgan’s twin sister Sloan takes matters into her own hands. Setting her quiet, reserved sister up with her friend and boss Brayden Brooks.
But after the trauma of her past, can Stella ever trust another man? Can she overcome her demons to find her happily ever after?
As soon as my lips made contact I had to reign myself in. I wanted to devour her. She was so incredibly sweet. I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, begging for entrance, I could have cried for joy when she opened up for me. My tongue slipped into her warm mouth, massaging hers in a slow torturous rhythm.
My tongue rode hers the way I wanted to be riding her. My cock was so hard; the zipper of my jeans was making its mark. Unknowingly id backed her up against the wall. She was panting, I slid my hands down to her curves and grabbed her ass, and she let out moan that nearly had me cuming in my pants.
I squeezed her ass harder, before moving my hands to her thighs and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I nestled the hard ridge in my pants against her and started moving. I couldn’t help it, she felt so good.
Amanda goes through her young life having to survive experiences that nobody should have to. She was always quiet and found it easier to keep to herself, rather than share herself with the world. She struggled with being open and talking to anyone about what was invading her life. In her heart she believed it was much easier to keep her secrets to herself. Sometimes sharing your deepest and darkest with someone you love is the only way to free yourself.
Will she ever be able to find that someone? Do the trials of her adolescence make her stronger in the end? Or will her world be turned upside down and she’ll be crushed under the weight of her love for another? Can she recover from the unthinkable? Will Amanda be able to pull though and find the one thing she’s always longed for and never really had…love?
Hello my name is Melinda and I am a new Indie Author. Yes I admit it I’m a newbie and came quickly crashing into writing. I also admit that I have the worst sense of grammar and punctuation out there don’t critique me on that here cause this IS unedited!LOL
I live in a small New England town that is North of Boston. There I live with my loving and supportive husband and my two young boys. As you now know that I find my inspiration in other authors. I also have music, my amazing family, friends, and of course my awesome co-workers that all inspire me. I really enjoy reading, now writing, taking pictures, massages, coffee, chocolate, ice cream, and beer & wine.
I love to spend any free time I get playing with my boys, teaching them, taking family trips, spending time with my loved ones, going on quiet dates with my hubby, and crazy fun nights out with my girlfriends.
My first book is called Never Say Never. I self published this book on March 21, 2013. Very soon after hitting that publish button on Amazon I came to realize that my book needed a little more editing and to be revised a bit. So after some serious consideration I decided to take the book down and do what needed to be done to it.
It has taken me a bit longer than I would have liked but some things got in the way…..well that’s life for ya! I worked full force on it when time allowed and I managed to get it back up and for sale as of the end of July 2013. This book is a cliff hanger that will leave you wanting more. So be aware of that. There is a part 2 to follow, I am hoping to have it done and out in the winter of 2013 or Early 2014. Also in between I am working on another book which will be more on the contemporary romance side vs new adult.
Tom Clemmins is an A-list actor whose life revolves around work and an onslaught of women. He travels to Bora Bora for a much-needed break. Tom has a few ideas of how he’ll enjoy his vacation, but love isn’t one of them. Until he sees Tess.
Reserving a private shark-feeding excursion to scatter her husband’s ashes into the lagoon, Tess is furious when Mr. Hollywood bribes his way onto the boat, leaving her no other choice but to share the boat ride.
Tess is torn between tremendous guilt and zealous lust when their boat ride turns into a week full of romance and desire neither thought imaginable. Utterly smitten with a woman for the first time in his life, Tom casts his commitment phobia aside and whisks Tess off to Malibu where he introduces her as his “girlfriend” on the red carpet.
As the paparazzi besiege, can Tess survive the media blitz that ensues in order to find her second chance at love?
Tom’s tongue drifted down her neck and back to her lips, playing slowly with her tongue. The warmth of his sweet mouth tasted so good that she instantaneously began to kiss him back. She had suppressed her need to feel desire for a man, hidden the longing of a man’s hands on her flesh and buried her cravings in sleepless nights full of tears.
Taking pleasure in the heat of his mouth, she began to shake uncontrollably. All of her emotions came rushing to the surface, covering her in a tingling sensation. His fingers threaded through her hair and cradled her face with his thumbs. Teasing her, he plunged his tongue deeper, sending pulsating waves rippling through her very core. Craving more, she wrapped her arms around his neck and molded her body to his. Feeling his erection, she urgently thrust her hips forward searching for more. Her heart hammered violently in her chest as her fingers twisted through his dark hair. Tess pressed forward taking his mouth with hot, wet, indecent kisses, savoring the flavor of his lips.
He eased back and placed his palm over her pounding heart. “Easy,” he whispered with a smoldering laugh. Both chuckled as she buried her face in his chest.
Tom led her away from the beach up into the palm trees. The darkness concealed a bungalow tucked between lush foliage and palm trees.
“Wow! Is this for us?” Tess gasped.
“It’s beautiful,” Were the only words she could utter before he drew her into his arms, kissing her fervently, keeping up with her hungry lips.
Standing under the starlit sky, he slid his hands down the small of her back, following the curve of her ass, grasping it with the perfect amount of tension. Tess softly moaned aloud, encouraging him to press himself firmly against her. He clutched her ribcage and brushed his thumb over the material covering her nipple, sending another set of ripples surging through her. “Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Making their way inside, Tess unbuttoned Tom’s shirt, exploring the details of his carved chest and stomach, letting her fingers play with the thin trail of dark hair leading into his jeans. Wanting to know the full extent of the force pressing against her hips, she unbuttoned his jeans with trembling fingers. Reaching in, she stroked the length of him and a low groan escaped his lips.
He reached down, taking hold of both of her hands. “Trust me, Tess. Tonight is all about you.” Tom chuckled. “You can make it up to me tomorrow.”
“I trust you,” she whispered under his lips.
He unzipped her dress, slipping it to the floor before laying her back onto the bed. Tom took his time, sliding his fingers from the hallow at the base of her neck to the center of her breasts, cupping one in his hand. His warm, wet tongue tickled her nipple. He fastened his mouth over the erect bud, taking it in and biting her tenderly before moving to the next.
Caressing her hips, Tom’s lips traveled down between her thighs. She hung her head over the edge of the bed as his talented tongue explored the soft skin between her legs before sinking inside her. All of her worries faded away under the strokes of his tongue. Tess didn’t take long, peaking almost immediately. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as her release came again and again. Gasping for air, she opened her eyes and lifted her head to watch him.
Rising up onto the palms of his hands, he pressed his body on top of hers. Tess slipped her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down past his hips. Raising her legs around his waist, her hands took hold of his firm ass while her toes wriggled his jeans to his ankles. She smiled up at him as she tossed his jeans to the floor with her toes.
Tom drew her leg up around his hip. Seeking admittance, he nudged her gently.
In one swift move, she flipped him over onto his back. “Do you mind if I drive for minute?” she grinned. “I’m a little nervous.”
He let out a chuckle and quickly imitated her maneuver, pinning Tess to the bed. “I know it’s been a long time for you. I promise I’ll be nice, but I’ll last longer if I drive.”
For the past twenty-one years, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer, raising her four amazing kids. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.
If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.
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A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…
Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.
He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong–but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents . . .
But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.
I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.
If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?
I stare up at the ring as the guy whips off the red satin robe with the word riptide on the back, and the spectators stand screaming and cheering as he slowly turns to acknowledge them all. His face is suddenly before me, illuminated by the lights, and I just stare like an idiot from my place. My god.
Dark scruffy jaw.
A shiver shoots down my spine as I helplessly drink in the entire package everyone else seems to be gaping at.
He has black hair, standing up sexily as if women have just had their fingers there. Cheekbones as strong as his jaw and forehead. Lips that are red-kissed and swollen, and, as a souvenir from his walk to the ring, there’s lipstick on his jaw. I look down his long, lean body and something hot and wild settles in my core.
He’s mesmerizingly perfect and incredibly hard. Everything, from his beautifully slim hips and narrow waist to his broad shoulders, is solid. And that six-pack. No. It’s an eight-pack. The sexy V of his obliques dips into his satin, navy blue shorts, which gently hug his powerful legs, thick with muscle. I can see his quads, traps, pecs, and biceps, all gloriously tight and cut. Celtic tattoos circle both of his arms, exactly where his bulging biceps and the rigid square deltoids of his shoulders meet.
“Remy! Remy!” Mel shouts hysterically at my side, hands cupped to her mouth. “You’re so fucking hot, Remy!”
His head angles to the sound, one dimple showing with a sexy smile as he faces us. A frisson of nervous energy passes through me, not because he’s extremely gorgeous from this perfect view—because he is, he definitely is, goodness, he really is—but mostly because he’s looking straight at me.
One eyebrow cocks, and there’s a glimmer of amusement in his entrancing blue eyes. Also something . . . warm in his gaze. Like he thinks I’m the one who shouted. Oh, shit.
He winks at me, but then I’m stunned as his smile slowly fades, morphing into one that’s unbearably intimate.
My blood simmers.
My sex clenches tight, and I hate that he seems to know that.
I can see he thinks he’s the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woman here is his Eve, created from his rib cage for him to enjoy. I’m both aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling I’ve ever felt in my life.
Breaking our connection, he curls his lips and turns when his opponent is announced with the words “Kirk Dirkwood, ‘the Hammer,’ here for all of you tonight!”
“You little slut, Mel!” I cry when I recover, shoving her playfully. “Why did you have to scream like that? He thinks I’m the nutcase now.”
“Omigod! He did not just wink at you,” Melanie says, visibly stunned.
Oh my god, he had. Hadn’t he? He did.
I’m just as astounded as I relive the wink in my head, and I’m totally going to torture Melanie because she deserves it, the little tramp.
“He did,” I finally admit, scowling at her. “We telepathically communicated, and he says he wants to take me home to be the mother of his sexy babies.”
“Like you would have sex with someone like him. You and your OCD!” she says, laughing her head off as Remington’s opponent takes off his robe. The man is all beefy muscle, but not an ounce of him can visually compete with the pure male deliciousness of that “Riptide.”
Remington flexes his arms at his sides, stretches his fingers out and forms fists, then bounces on the balls of his feet, his calves flexing. He’s a large, muscular man but surprisingly light on his feet.
Hammer throws the first punch. Remington evades it with a smart duck, and he comes back up with a full swing that connects and knocks Hammer’s face to the side. I inwardly flinch at the power in his punch; my body clenches at the sight of his muscles contracting and tensing, working and releasing, with each blow he delivers.
The crowd watches, enraptured, as the fight continues, those awful cracking sounds filling me with goose bumps. But there’s something else bothering me. The fact that beads of perspiration pop on my brow, in my cleavage. As the fight progresses, my nipples strain, ever more puckered and tight, against my top, pushing anxiously against the silk of the fabric. Somehow watching Remington Tate pound a man they call “Hammer” makes me squirm in my clothes in a way I don’t like, much less ever expected.
The way he swings, moves, growls . . .
Suddenly, a chorus begins: “REMY . . . REMY . . . REMY.”
I turn and see Melanie jumping up and down and saying, “Omigod, hit him, Remy! Just knock him dead, you sexy beast!” She screams when his opponent falls to the ground with a loud thump.
My panties are soaked, and my pulse has gone haywire. I’ve never condoned violence. This isn’t me, and I blink in stupefaction at the sensations whipping through my system. Lust, pure, white-hot lust, flutters through my nerve endings.
The ringmaster lifts Remington’s arm in victory, and as soon as he straightens from the knockout blow he just delivered, his gaze swings in my direction and crashes into me. Piercing blue eyes meet mine, and something knots and pulls inside my tummy. His sweaty chest rises and falls in a deep pant, and a drop of blood rests at the corner of his lips. Through it all, his eyes are glued to me.
Heat spreads under my skin, and the flames lick me all over. I will never admit this to Melanie, not even to myself out loud, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a hot man in my life. The way he stares at me is hot. The way he stands there, with his hand held in the air, his muscles dripping sweat, with that air of authority Mel told me about in the cab—it’s just hot.
There’s no apology in his stare. In the way he ignores everyone who shouts his name and stares at me with a look that’s so sexual I almost feel taken right here. An awful awareness of the exact way I look to him sweeps over me.
My long, straight hair, the color of mahogany, falls to my shoulders. My button-up white shirt is sleeveless, but it goes up my throat in a lacy mock-neck, and the hem is tucked nicely into a pair of high-waisted, but perfectly presentable, black pants. A small set of gold hoop earrings nicely complement my honeyed whiskey eyes. Despite my conservative choice of clothes, I feel completely naked.
My legs wobble, and I’m left with the distinct impression this man wants to pound me next. With his cock.
Please, god, I did not just think that; Melanie would. Another tightening in my womb distresses me.
“REMY! REMY! REMY! REMY!” people chant, the sound growing in intensity.
“You want more Remy?” the man with the microphone asks the crowd, and the noise builds around us. “All right then, people! Let’s bring out a worthier opponent for Remington ‘Riptide’ Tate tonight!”
Another man steps into the ring, and I can’t bear it anymore. My system is on overload. This is probably why it’s not a good idea to forego sex for so many years. I’m so worked up that I can barely talk right or even make my legs move as I turn to tell Mel I’m going to the restroom.
A voice blares loudly through the speakers as I charge down the wide path between the stands. “And now, to challenge our reigning champion, ladies and gentlemen, is Parker ‘the Terror’ Drake!”
The crowd comes alive, and suddenly, I hear an unmistakably hard slam.
Resisting the urge to look back at what’s causing the commotion, I round the corner and head straight for the bathroom hall as the speakers flare up again. “Holy cow, that was fast! We have a KO! Yes, ladies and gentlemen! A KO! And in record time, our victor once again, I give you, Riptide! Riptide—who’s now jumping out of the ring and— Where the hell are you going?”
The crowd goes crazy, calling all the way to the lobby, “Riptide! Riptide!” and then they fall completely quiet, as though something unscripted has just happened.
I’m wondering about the eerie silence when pounding footsteps echo at my back. A warm hand engulfs mine, and the touch frissons through me as I’m spun around with surprising force.
“What the . . .” I gasp in confusion, and then stare into a sweaty male chest, and up into glowing blue eyes. My senses reel out of control. He’s so close the scent of him tears through me like a shot of adrenaline.
“Your name,” he growls, panting, his eyes wild on mine.
“Brooke what?” he snaps out, his nostrils flaring.
His animal magnetism is so powerful I think he just took my voice. He’s in my personal space, all over it, absorbing it, absorbing me, taking my oxygen, and I can’t understand the way my heart is beating, the way I stand here, shivering with heat, my entire body focused on the exact spot his hand is wrapped around me.
With trembling efforts, I pry my hand free and glance fearfully at Mel, who comes up behind him, wide-eyed. “It’s Brooke Dumas,” she says, and then she happily shoots out my cell phone number. To my chagrin.
His lips curl and he meets my gaze. “Brooke Dumas.”
And as I feel his tongue twist roughly around those two words, his voice sinfully dark, like things you crave to eat but really shouldn’t, desire swells between my legs. His eyes are hot and almost proprietary when he looks at me. I’ve never been stared at like this before.
He just fucked my name right in front of me. And right in front of Mel.
He steps forward, and his damp hand slides to the nape of my neck. My pulse skitters as he lowers his dark head to set a small, dry kiss on my lips. It feels like he’s marking me. Like he’s preparing me for something monumental that could both change and ruin my life.
“Brooke,” he growls softly, meaningfully, against my lips, as he draws back with a smile. “I’m Remington.”
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A love triangle gone bad…
He was the one guy I couldn’t get enough of. One look from him would make me melt. He was the one I always wanted to love me, but always seemed so far away. Now he stands before me and he’s turning my world upside down.
At one time I would have done anything to be close to him. But will that anything include betraying the man I pledged myself to and that loves me faithfully?
Samantha Monroe had it all. Or at least everyone thought she did. A career on the rise, a gorgeous husband, great friends and a beautiful home. So why does she feel so alone and empty? When she reconnects with an old flame, lines are tested and compromises made in a quest for happiness.
Jacob Matthews always wondered what happened to Sam Monroe. When fate brings them together after all these years, he can’t help but wonder if it’s meant to be. But when he meets his perfect woman, there is no doubt in his mind she’s his soul mate.
Will the search for happiness cost them everything or will their love square show them what really matters?
As I sit back down in the chair, my eyes catch on the next person in line and my breath freezes in my chest. I think my heart is going to explode out of my chest. It is Jacob Matthews. There is no doubt about it. Time has certainly been his friend and he looks even more beautiful than he did sixteen years before. He was my first real love and my first real heart break.
His dark hair is a little long, giving him a bed head look that totally works on him. He appears more fit than he had been as a teenager, muscles rippled under his tight t-shirt. His green eyes sparkle just as I remembered. He is six foot, three inches of pure sex appeal and still has gorgeous man hands.
I could do this right? Sure. Yes. Totally. I wasn’t going to freak out in front of all these people and lose it just because Jacob freaking Matthews was waiting to see me. Nope. Not me!
As he walks up to the table, all eyes are on him. He has such grace in the way that he moves. He is a man who is comfortable in his own skin and owns whatever room he is in. His smile widens and I suddenly feel like a shy sixteen year old seeing him for the first time. There is a definite thrill running through by body at the thought of seeing him again. I can’t help but give him a small smile of my own.
“I can’t believe it’s really you, sweet Sam Monroe. When my sister, Emma, told me about your book and that you’d be here today, I have to admit I was skeptical that it was really you.” His cheeks flush a little and it appears as though he’s nervous.
“Well, it’s technically Sam Parker now. How have you been? It’s had to be at least sixteen years, right?” I respond coolly and mentally high-five myself for appearing so calm.
“Oh wow! Parker, huh? Guess you’re married now…” He clears his throat and continues, “Of course you’re married now. You’re even more beautiful than you were back then. Listen, I don’t want to hold up the line too much, but are you going to be around for a while? I’d love to grab a drink and catch up.”
He hands me the book he’s holding and tells me to make it out to Emma. I had never actually met his sister but I know they were close. She was away in college when we dated but he spoke of her constantly.
Here was the moment of truth. Do I go for drinks with him and satisfy my curiosity about what he’s been up to or do I politely decline? Ugh, I hate decisions sometimes. Well I guess no harm could come from meeting with him. It was just a drink in a public place. He doesn’t have the power to hurt me anymore. I look up and into those green eyes and the decision is made – I am going to go and to hell with the consequences.
“I’ll be finished around seven o’clock if you want to get together then. I’m staying in the hotel across the street tonight and they have a pub there,” I respond while signing his book. I look up at him through my eyelashes and smile. His fingers brush mine as he takes the book from me. It feels like static shock running up my arms from the contact.
“Sounds great! I’ll see you then!” He confirms before gifting me with his gorgeous smile.
As he walks away I can’t help but stare at his nice, tight ass. Boy does he fill out those jeans nicely! Some things haven’t changed, that was for sure.
The rest of the book signing flew by. I tried to be attentive to my fans but it was so hard when I kept getting sucked into the vortex of my mind. Different scenarios played out in my head of how our conversation would go. Seeing Jacob again brought back a rush of memories from when we were younger. The first time I saw him, I was immediately taken with how beautiful he was and couldn’t wait to get to know him better. Now here I am years later… taken with his beauty and wondering how I can get to know him better. I feel like a shy, young, naïve girl all over again.
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ABOUT SAFE WITH ME:
Keeping others safe is what Caleb Montgomery does. He’s never had a problem taking on an assignment, whether it was during his dangerous SEAL days or his most recent job of training war mercenaries. But being assigned to keep Brynna Vincent and her adorable daughters, Maddie and Josie, safe from an unknown threat has thrown Caleb off his axis. Hot for the tall brunette since she came back to town more than a year ago, being close to her day in and day out is cracking Caleb’s resolve to keep his hands off her gorgeous body and his head in the mission.
Brynna is sick and tired of being afraid. All she wants is a normal, quiet life for her and her precious girls. Just as she’s settling into her new home in Seattle and feeling safe again, Caleb shows up on her doorstep insisting the danger is as high as ever. But whether she needs to be sheltered from the threat in her past, or from the intense emotions she feels for the sexy, protective man sleeping in her home, remains to be seen. What will happen if Brynna and her girls fall in love with a man so broken he may not be able to protect them from the danger that threatens, much less himself?”
SAFE WITH ME is the fifth book in the With Me In Seattle series, and continues to follow this tight-knit, loving family through life’s trials and tribulations with humor, passion and everlasting love.
“Deny it if you want to,” Meg smirks and glances out the back window. “Damn,” she whispers.
“What is it?” Nat asks and rises from the table to see what Meg is looking at. Her eyes widen and she glances back at me and then outside again. “Holy shit.”
I know exactly what they’re watching.
And yes, it is a sight to behold.
“How do you ever get anything done around here?” Meg asks as I rise and lean against the sliding glass door, coffee cradled in my hands, and watch the sexy man in my backyard. “I’d just stand around and watch him all day.”
“Uh, Meg,” I glance over at her and laugh. “You have one of these at home,” I remind her, referring to Caleb’s pro-football star brother, Will, who is also Meg’s live-in boyfriend.
“And it’s a good thing he’s gone most of the day or I wouldn’t get anything done either.”
“It’s starting to rain,” Nat observes, but it doesn’t seem to faze Caleb. He lifts two thick, heavy ropes in both of his hands. The ends are attached to Nat’s photo studio out back. With a firm grip on the ropes, he begins to wave them up and down, quickly, the rain pounding down on him, causing his shirt to cling to every muscle as it flexes and moves with the motion of the exercise.
“Hot damn,” Nat whispers and I silently agree. He continues to pump his arms furiously, effortlessly. “What does that exercise do?” Nat asks.
“Works his arms, back and abdomen, and it’s cardio too,” Meg responds and takes a sip of coffee.
Just then, Caleb drops the ropes, bends down to grab onto a medicine ball and lowers his tall body to the sit-up position.
“Maybe he’ll bend over again,” I murmur, earning giggles from the other two women.
“It’s a good thing Jules isn’t here,” Nat mutters and licks her lips as her eyes watch Caleb hold the medicine ball over his head and easily raise and lower his torso in smooth sit-ups. “She’d never let us watch him like this.”
“Jesus, that medicine ball is fifty pounds,” Meg whispers, amazed.
“Watch this part,” I urge them as Caleb tosses the ball to the side like it’s a beach ball and assumes the push-up position and begins to perfectly execute the push-ups, easily completing more than a hundred of them in two minutes.
“Why aren’t you sleeping with him again?” Meg asks and I choke on my coffee.
“I might be,” I whisper and feel their astonished gazes on me, but I avoid them. “Don’t you dare breathe a word of that to anyone.”
“Who can blame you?” Nat asks just as Caleb stands and returns to the ropes. “Look at those back muscles.”
“Look at that ass,” Meg counters.
“You should see it naked,” I respond and we all giggle again.
“Should I be grossed out by this?” Nat asks, tilting her head to the side. “He’s practically my brother.”
“But he’s not your brother, Nat.” I remind her with a grin. “And the Montgomery men are freaking hot.”
“That’s no lie,” Meg agrees. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” She asks me.
“I have a few minutes,” I murmur and feel the familiar pull low in my belly as I watch Caleb lay on the ground again and execute more perfect sit-ups with his medicine ball.
It would be the perfect position for me to ride him. I might have to suggest that tonight.
“He’s hardly panting,” I observe. “What kind of physical training must he go through to work that hard and have it hardly phase him?”
“Oh girl, you have no idea the rigorous training they go through to become SEALs. It’s not natural.” Nat shudders. “All of the boys have always been athletic.”
“Obviously,” I murmur sarcastically. “It’s a bit intimidating.”
“Caleb can be the scariest person on Earth if he’s pissed off,” Nat informs us, her eyes still glued to him. “He’s just big and strong, and damn intimidating.”
“You should see him with the girls.” I grin, remembering our movie night last week. “He’s funny and sweet.”
I realize the room has gone dead silent. I look over to my friends to find them looking at each other and then staring over at me. “What?”
“You’ve got it bad,” Nat remarks and snickers. “Welcome to the club.”
“The ‘I Love a Hot Man’ club, sweetheart.” Meg laughs and salutes me with her mug just as Caleb approaches the sliding door, frowning at me. I step back in surprise as the girls giggle.
“What’s wrong?” Caleb asks, is hair and clothes soaked and a little muddy from the rain and grass.
“Nothing,” I reply and shrug.
He narrows his eyes at me, watching me closely, then turns his gaze to Nat and Meg.
“What’s going on with you guys?”
“Nothing at all,” Nat replies with a huge grin. “Just girl talk.”
“Uh huh.” He props his hands on his lean hips and watches all three of us for a moment and then shrugs and saunters to the fridge to pull out a cold bottle of water. “We have to leave soon,” he reminds me.
ABOUT KRISTEN PROBY:
Kristen is the author of the Amazon and USA Today bestselling With Me In Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves.
Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps.
Author Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/kristenproby
SAFE WITH ME Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17201110-safe-with-me?ac=1