Blog Tour: Until Jax by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Meet Jax and Ellie in this instalove, alpha romance!

Until Jax is LIVE!  #Boom

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Blurb

Ellie Anthony isn’t looking for love. She isn’t even looking for a man, but when Jax Mayson insists on keeping her and her daughter safe, she’s left with no choice but to trust him. Now she just hopes she doesn’t get hurt when she falls hard for a guy who’s known for breaking hearts.  

Jax Mayson knows that Ellie is his BOOM the moment he sees her. When he finds out she has a daughter, he realizes he wants a family, and he will do whatever is necessary to keep both of his girls safe, even if that means facing the demons from his past.

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MY REVIEW:

Until Jax (Until Him, #1)

Until Jax by Aurora Rose Reynolds
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Aurora Rose Reynolds is one of the very few authors that I just can’t get enough of and I keep coming back to read more and more of her books. I am delighted to say that Until Jax did not disappoint at all and Aurora has given me one more name to add to my favorite alpha male collection.

Until Jax is a spinoff for the original Until series and for you to completely understand all the characters in this book, I would strongly suggest you should start reading from the Until Series itself or if you don’t want to go through all that, you can just read Until July before this so you’ll at least get to know the background on Ellie. Otherwise, you’ll be lost and that would be a shame because these stories are amazing.

I heard from someone somewhere that Jax Mayson is a perfect combination of Cash Mayson(his dad) & Asher Mayson(his uncle) and I think she couldn’t have described him better than that. Jax is the perfect amount of alpha that I love and it’s amazing to have seen him grown up from that adorable kid in Until Lilly to this gorgeous and sexy alpha.

Jax knew the moment he saw Ellie that she was the one, his BOOM and he’ll spend the rest of life protecting her, but it was amazing to see Ellie who is not used to being looked after slowly start to trust Jax with her daughter and also her heart.
Ellie’s daughter Hope is like the cherry on the top to this beautiful love story, she balances the sexiness in the book with her cuteness and adorable entertaining actions.

I enjoyed reading this book and I absolutely loved everything about it including its super hot cover(THANK YOU Sara Eirew) that I spent an hour drooling on . Until Jax is MUST READ for the the alpha male romance lovers. And to Aurora Rose Reynolds my only request is PLEASE NEVER STOP writing about the Mayson men and their BOOM, it doesn’t matter if you write generations of them.

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Excerpt:  Until Jax

“Thank you again for taking me.” Pulling my eyes from the road for a brief moment, I look at Ellie. Her head is resting against the window, her legs pulled up onto the seat, tucked near her ass, and her arms are wrapped tight around them. One thing I’ve noticed about her over the last few hours is she’s always wrapping her arms around herself or tucking her body into a tight ball. It’s like she’s forcing herself to stay together.

“I told you I got you, baby,” I say gently, wanting more than anything to take her hand in mine, but every time I touch her, she freezes up like she’s waiting for me to strike out at her, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t piss me the fuck off. It does; it feels like a slap in the face every time it happens.

“I know,” she whispers, and the tears I hear in her voice cause a sharp pain in my chest.

Fuck.

“This is the turnoff.” Her feet go to the floorboard and her hands to the dash as she sits up taller, moving her face closer to the windshield. We drive up a long dirt driveway with forest and the occasional broken down car on each side. When we make it to the top of the hill, a singlewide trailer comes into view, with junk cars and garbage piled up out front.

As soon as I come to a stop, she opens her door and hops out before I can tell her to keep her little ass in the cab. I don’t even know how I’m going to deal with the range of emotions that have settled over me since seeing her for the first time.

“Fucking Boom,” I mutter, getting out behind her and doubling my steps until I’m able to reach her side, where I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer to me. She’s so fucking tiny that the top of her dark head sits right at my chest. So fragile, from her too soft skin to her petite size. And she’s mine.

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ALSO BY THE AUTHOR:

Until July (Until Her)

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Meet Wes & July in Until July!  

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About the Author:

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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Blog Tour: Beautiful Regret by Rhyme Devereux

Series: Beautiful Regret
Author: Rhyme Devereux
Release Dates: June 24 – Oct 27, 2015
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Part One –
VIP- Where sexy alpha males hook up with single ladies…
Perfect Match: Ivory Montgomery
Contract details:
✔Companion to social events and business trips
✔Female
✔Red Hair
✔Green Eyes
✔At least 5’6″ tall
✔Fun
✔Sociable
✔Athletic
There was a time when I thought staying single wasn’t such a bad thing. Then I meet my next client, Jax Sterling, a billionaire. He turns my world on its axis. But the problem is there will never be anything between us. I don’t date clients.
Jax is gorgeous, powerful, protective, and had my heart a long time ago. The more time we spend together, the more I crave to be with him. I can’t resist his touch. He seduces my mind. Plays with my senses, and consumes me with unyielding pleasure. For once, I feel unbroken.
I want Jax.
Then a lifelong secret threatens to keep us apart.
Author Note: This is part one of three in the Beautiful Regret Series
*If you’re allergic to hot sex, kinky language, or alpha males, this book may not be for you. This book is for readers 18+ years of age.

Part Two –
Ivy and Jax’s story continues in Beautiful Regret, Part Two…
My VIP contract details didn’t include falling in love. Jax my savior is now my undoing. When a family secret threatens their second chance. Ivy’s life as she knows it, won’t be the same…
Author Note: This is part two of three in the Beautiful Regret Series.

Part Three –
Ivy and Jax’s fate are revealed in this final book…
The love of my life has shattered all my expectations and desires to bits of emptiness.  I don’t know if I will recover from the one thing, I was so afraid of losing.
Author Note: This is part three the final part of the Beautiful Regret Series.

Once the doors open, I step onto the marble flooring and walk straight ahead toward a tall, thin woman with waist-length, platinum-blonde hair standing at the podium.

Showing her perfect white teeth as she smiles, she says, “Good afternoon. How may I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Ivy Montgomery. I’m meeting someone here. His name is Jax Sterling.”

For the first time, I finally look at the picture as I show the hostess. I immediately recognize the sexy, dark-haired man as the one who prevented me from busting my ass on the ground outside. And who flirted with me. There’s something about him, though. He reminds me of someone I knew from a long time ago. I wonder if he knew who I was before I told him my name.

The hostess’s lips make an O. “Ah, yes.”

She escorts me toward the back of the restaurant. Looking around, I take in the ambience of this place—soft music, the lighting dimmed just right, and high-back, luxurious leather booth seats. Privacy is unquestionably obtainable if that’s what you desire. There are small groups of mostly businessmen throughout. And a few women scattered here and there. As we reach the last intimate booth in a corner, my eyes drift to a handsome face whose name I now know.

The hostess’s eyes are focused only on Mr. Sterling. “Mr. Sterling, Miss Montgomery has arrived. Is there anything I can get for—”

Cutting the hostess off, I smile and shake my head. “No, thank you.”

I laugh to myself while watching the hostess bat her eyes at him. I don’t blame her. He is yummy. She nods at us, smiling as she walks away. As I pull out my cell phone and text Joe that he can leave, I slide into the seat across from Jax Sterling.

ME: Joe, I’m good. See you in about two hours.
JOE: Are you sure? That was fast.
ME: I’m more worried about how good looking he is. No wonder Violet was being so pushy about this client.
JOE: Okay, love. See you soon.

I toss my cell phone back in my bag. Staring down for a moment, I mentally get myself together. I’m nervous, which has never happened before. Well, there was this one time with one of my first clients a few years ago. He was creepy. From the moment I met him, something was off. And it turned out that my instincts were right on target. He wanted a bit more than a Companion. Men and their dicks.

This feeling of nervousness has nothing to do with fear. It’s—I don’t know—something comforting and safe in his blue eyes.

I look up into his blue eyes. 

“So we meet again. Are you Jax Sterling, who requested a VIP Companion?” Jax Sterling, Jax … Jackson. Oh. My. Good. Wait, could it be?

Rhyme Devereux is a pseudonym of an American writer of erotic and contemporary romance. Her stories are sexy, emotionally driven, and a whole lot of kink. Even though her passion for reading began in her tween years, and her favorite author at that time was Judy Blume, Rhyme never imagined herself writing as a career. But looking back, it makes sense. As an only child, she would spend some days entertaining herself with happily-ever-after stories. 

For decades, Rhyme dabbled in writing one chapter story ideas before she got the courage to self-published her book, At Your Mercy, which was released in 2013. She started out writing short romance stories in hopes of getting the courage (and patience) of writing a full-length novel.

Rhyme lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, children (some are adults and they made me add this bit of info.), and two dogs. Rhyme is addicted to anything that tastes sweet, hair and makeup products, and naughty love stories. She is also an avid reader of all sub-genres of romance fiction.

Thanks for wanting to get to know Rhyme better. But by far, her books are much more exciting.

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Blog Tour : For A Reason by T.N. Cole

Title: For A Reason
Author: T.N. Cole
Release Day: Sept 3, 2015
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She loved me.
I failed her.
She loves me.
I'll break her.
 
Tristan Westdyke seems to have it all: he's handsome, athletic, smart, and admired. What people don't see beyond the façade, though, is the pain and guilt eating away at his soul. Blaming himself for the loss of another person, Tristan trudges through life not allowing himself to feel.
 
But when the beautiful and energetic Katelyn Sharp barrels into his life, Tristan is helpless to resist emotions long buried. A connection slowly grows between the two, yet secrets and deceit threaten to shatter the fragile trust and love they’ve found.
 
Can two people who have been hurt and betrayed open their hearts up once more? Can both accept that all may have happened For a Reason?
 
 
 
 
I reached up and pushed Kate’s hair out of her face. It was pulled to one side, but it had long fallen out of the updo it was in when the sight of her first took my breath away tonight. I lightly traced my fingers over the bandage covering the right side of her forehead and I hovered over the outline of some of the bruises and scratches. I watched my fingers, and I felt her watching me—waiting for me to tell her something. I wanted so badly to trace her lips on my exploration of her face—to feel her breath on my fingertips. But, I forced myself to pull back. “Don’t look at me like that,” I finally whispered. 
 
“Like what?” she frowned. 
 
“Don’t look at me like I saved you. I’m the reason this happened to you. You’re looking at me like you’re so happy that I’m here. Those guys shouldn’t have slipped something in your drink, or whatever they did. If I were paying attention, they wouldn’t have almost made off with you. I did this to you, and don’t you fucking forget it.” I stopped to take a deep, shuddering breath and buried my face in my hands.
 
“Funny,” Kate said coldly as she leaned forward. “I didn’t peg you as the victim type.”
 
I reared back. “What?”
 
“You heard me,” she snapped. “I was the one who had something slipped in my drink. And apparently, I was the one who was almost kidnapped. But I wasn’t. Because you stopped them from taking me. You brought me here. I’m safe. So, quit the pity party on yourself.”
 
My hands had fallen from my face during her tirade to meet her now angry glare. I didn’t know if I was supposed to be madat what she was saying or not, but I didn’t have the time to figure it out because she wasn’t done yet. “Do you know how Aimee knew to go get you from the waiting room? I begged her to go get you because, somehow, I knew you would be there. I knew you were the one who saved me from whatever caused me to end up in the freaking hospital. So, none of this is your fault. Yes, we shouldn’t have separated, but that’s on both of us. But, it’s not my fault or your fault that some asshole roofied me, capisce?” 
 
She was breathing heavily by the end of her rant. She slowly fell back against the pillows, closing her eyes. I watched her as she got her breathing under control, knowing I had to choose my next words carefully. I didn’t want to upset her more, and I knew that everything she said was true. “Hey. Kate.” I threaded my fingers through hers and waited until she slowly opened her eyes to peek at me. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you more; it’s just… You were so gorgeous tonight. I wanted you to stay by me, but I couldn’t ask you for that. And all of a sudden, I couldn’t find you, and then you were almost kidnapped, and I couldn’t get you to open your eyes. I couldn’t see your beautiful brown eyes,” I was so quiet; I knew she had to be straining to hear me. I didn’t want her to know how helpless I had felt. How I felt like I had failed and lost all over again. And how my feelings for her were getting too intense and they were scaring me. 
 
She tightened her grip on my hand. “I heard you, you know. Through the haze, you said ‘Katelyn, please’. And that’s how I knew something was wrong. So, I fought to wake up. You brought me back.”
 
I closed my eyes, fighting off the onslaught of emotion threatening to take over me. If only I had been able to save Mel like I was able to save Kate. I didn’t know what else to say. I was exhausted and I knew she had to be in even worse shape than I was. “You should get some rest, Kate. We can talk in the morning. I’ll be here. I’m not going to leave you.”
 
 
 
T.N. Cole spends her time seeking new adventures, determined to make her life a memorable story. A recent graduate with a bachelor in biology, T.N. is headed to graduate school at Texas Tech to pursue her long time dream of becoming a pharmacist. When she's not reading, writing, or studying, you'll find her trying to stay out of trouble or planning her ultimate dream of traveling the world.
 
 
 

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Author Spotlight: Tara Lin Mossinghoff

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My name is Tara Lin Mossinghoff. I’m from a small town in Missouri. My passions include reading, writing, sarcasm, Harry Potter, and quoting movies. 
I first got into reading when I was younger and not wanting to do my homework. My mom would make me sit down and read even when I didn’t have homework and I soon became obsessed. 
I discovered that I had a knack for writing when I was a teen. It started with fan fictions. Then, I realized that I had characters of my own wanting to tell their story. 
Now, my characters have become my best friends and they won’t leave me alone until I write about them. They always remind me that I have little to no control over the stories, the brats. 
I have two books published with many more to come. My next book is set to release in November of this year. 
Working and writing is pretty much my life. I also spend time with my sister and her two kids, who are always keeping us on our toes. 
This writing journey has always been a dream of mine and I can’t wait to see where it, and my characters, will take me.

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Twitter Username: @TaraLinNicole

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Books written by Tara:

Letters to Matt 

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Synopsis:

Some people work their whole lives to have it all.

“I think it goes without saying that I miss you. So much that some days it feels like my heart might stop beating from it.”

Some people search for that one thing that will complete them.

“I wake up in the middle of the night and I can’t breathe knowing you aren’t next to me.”

Some people have it all ripped away in the blink of an eye.

“I don’t know how people deal with this kind of loss.”

And some people find solace in their own special way.

“I know I can’t have a future with you, but I’m beyond grateful for the past we shared.

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Secrets That We Keep 

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It is said that normal is boring. The same routine, the intact family, the future all planned out. Some might think this sounds dull, but it’s exactly what Jesse had. And that’s how he liked it. Dreams of being a doctor kept his nights busy with studying, leaving little time for a social life or a typical high school experience. 
Angie was the complete opposite. She thrived on spontaneity and seizing the moment. Having a broken family didn’t make her bitter. In fact, it just gave her more room for love in her heart which she showered onto her friends. Impulsive and child-like were words used to describe her. 
During their senior year, Jesse and Angie’s worlds collided. Simple friendship quickly escalated to adoration. These feelings led to a relationship that flourished. 
But what happens when dark secrets are revealed? When their entire lives, the perfect and the chaotic, are completely flipped upside down?

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Release Blitz : Trigger by Kirsty-Anne Still

Title: Trigger (Pericolo #2.5. Full length standalone)
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Sept 18, 2015
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I used to watch her through the lights. I watched as her body turned and twisted as she morphed into my siren.
I wanted her—I craved every ounce of Ryleigh Turner. But I knew once I had her, all I would do was corrupt every inch of her pretty little soul.
Valentinos aren’t made for tales of love. We star in the horror stories you fear.
We’re the monsters that make you scared to ever hope again.
It’s time that she realises that.
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He’s watched me for months, given me every reason to allow my curiosity to start killing me slowly.
He makes the world melt away; he makes me want to throw all my inhibitions away and greet him personally. But every time the music ends and the lights lift, he vanishes, crushing my hopes.
Until one day, a moment of chance happens.
How does a man like Dante Valentino cope with a woman as messed up as me?
Easy.
I let him have every inch of my tainted soul.
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Not all love stories have a beautiful start.
Some just need a perfect trigger.
**This is a dark romance with intense scenes of murder and sex. There is coarse language used throughout. Not for the faint hearted.
I hit my brake, stopping midway down the deserted road, and turn to her. Now that I can force my entire attention upon her, I stare her down from the perch where she’s laughing hysterically.
“Are you deaf or just stupid?” I ask her, anger flaring into my words. “You’re a bit of fun, something I don’t often have. I told you how you were part of a game to me. You enlisted this choice and I will give you the chance to leave, but that chance will go away. You wanted to be inquisitive enough to follow me to that fucking club and not leave then you’ll stand by my side and witness what is that men like me do. You’ll see how the other fucking half lives, Ryleigh. You’ll live, eat, and breathe my life until you can’t cope. You hear me?”
“And when does my get-out card expire?” she asks in a lamenting tone, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Why?” I ask her, cocking a brow at her with incredulity. “Want to use it already?”
“No, you asshole, I want to know when you can stop holding it over my fucking head.” She scowls at me, her eyes glowering with anger. “Now deflate the ego, calm your temper, and fucking drive, Dante.”
I remain unmoved but offer one more question. “I can take it away now if that’s what you want?”
“Then do that!” she roars, throwing her arms up in the air. “Don’t give me a fucking chance to run away. If you want to drag me down with you, then just fucking do it. I can’t be dealing with the games that go with it. I’m stupid, I’m deaf, I’m whatever you want me to be, but don’t be like all the other men in my life who have treated me as if I’m not capable. Don’t treat me as if I’m going to fucking crack and break, as if I’m not worth the leap of faith. Be different and have a little faith in me without even knowing all that much about me.”
I notice the ebb of desperation that resonates in her tone. She’s almost diluted the rife fury in the air, bringing us back down to a new level of understanding. I see her chest heave on heated breaths, and she looks almost exasperated. There’s a lot to this woman I don’t know, and while I’ll take pleasure in breaking her down piece by beautiful piece, I know she won’t be an easy feat.
“I’ll leave it on the table until midnight,” I mutter, twisting back to face the steering wheel, preparing to continue our journey. “After tonight, it’s gone.”
“Whatever,” she murmurs, carelessly. “I won’t need it.”
“We’ll see,” I tell her, putting my foot on the gas to accelerate. “You want me to do my worst. It’s all about to begin when you set foot outside of this car again.”
I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!
But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.

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Release Day Blitz: Davenport Harbor (Six Degrees #3) by Mayra Statham


Anne Carter

As a little girl I dreamt of Prince Charming, I found out there was no such thing. On a rainy night, my nightmare of a Prince found me, but not my secret and I was able to run.

But what I ran into that night might be worse.

He’s far from being a fairy tale prince. Older, grouchy and sullen.

One look in his eyes and I know he wants us as far from him as possible. Yet he keeps us safe, giving us more than harbor, he gives us hope.

He might not be a Prince but he’s definitely the beastly King of his domain.

John Davenport

I’m a man who has avoided emotional entanglements longer than I care to remember. I should send them packing, but I can’t.

I’m not a good man. I’m ruthless. Uncaring. Calculating. 

I’m a man with mile long list of faults and redemption is not within my reach, not in this lifetime. No where close to the man that deserves the beauty that they can bring into a man’s life.

I just can’t seem to let them go.

A rain storm might have brought them to me but I’m like a vine around them, needing a little bit of their light to thrive.

Can two frightened souls heal and find courage to love again and become a family? Or are the ghosts of the past stronger than they can manage? 

Will the growly king and beautiful damsel in distress get their own modern day happy ending? 

Little girl’s might dream of Prince Charming

but a woman deserves a KING that stands behind his QUEEN.


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Mayra Statham resides in California. She is married with kids. Her addiction to romance novels and being an avid reader in the genre has made her dream come true. She enjoys going to book signings with her sister. She also loves helping others indies by promoting their work. Some of her favorite authors are Kristen Ashley, Roxie Rivera & Jordan Marie . She loves being contacted by readers.





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Cover Reveal: Fated to be Mine by Jodie Larson

Title: Fated to be Mine (Fated #2)
Author: Jodie Larson
Release Date: Oct 6, 2015
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They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, or that time heals all wounds. What they don’t tell you is that it doesn’t lessen the pain. I don’t think those people have experienced a loss like this.
I left my heart in London, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get it back.
But fate has a plan of her own. She keeps me guessing and hoping that not everything is as it seems.
Hearts can be shattered but can also be put back together. Especially when love doesn’t give up on you, even if you think it has.
I grab another flute of champagne from a passing waiter and partake in my favorite pastime. I don’t know one single person here, outside of my dad, Sharon and Michael. These are all of my dad’s friends and associates and I’m sure several people from their country club. I’m pretty sure I recognized the mayor and his wife, but I can’t be positive. I’ve only seen them in pictures and never actually met them in real life. There are at least two hundred people in attendance, making it easy for me to be the wallflower that I like to be.
My phone beeps in my clutch as the champagne bubbles tickle my nose. I roll my eyes, guessing that it’s Kara wanting the gossip on what’s going on or how my date is going so far. But nothing prepared me for seeing Andrew’s name on my screen, making my eyes go wide as saucers.
My darling, beautiful Tessa. I love the way you look with your hair swept back behind your shoulders in soft, delicate curls. I can see you in a blue strapless gown with intricate silver designs, and diamond earrings gracing your delicate lobes. Nothing compares to your smile which outshines the soft glow of the candles that surround you.  ~A~
I freeze and nervously start looking around me. Either he has a very active imagination or…or. I don’t even get the chance to finish that thought as I feel him come up behind me, running his hands down my arms, leaning so close to me it sends a chill across my skin. My body erupts in goose bumps and desire takes the place of surprise.
Oh. My. God. He’s here. He’s really here.
“I also imagine your soft pink lips, slightly parted as a small gasp escapes them. The same sound you make when you’re sleeping next to me or making love with me,” he whispers in that soft, sexy British accent of his. My breathing accelerates and I shift in my chair. My head turns slightly, needing to see those bright blue eyes that I’ve longed for. The air has been completely drained from my lungs as I stare into Andrew’s gorgeous face. A face that has haunted my waking dreams, causing my heart so much pain and yet so much longing. Those full lips that I want to kiss caress my cheek as his fingertip ignites a trail of fire down my neck.
“It’s so good to see you, Tessa. I’ve been counting the days until we would be reunited again. I’ve done nothing but dream of you every second of every day since we departed last.” Andrew’s warm breath tickles the area behind my ear, allowing his lips to explore the area. I feel dizzy with pleasure, my eyes closing as my breath comes in short bursts. I feel as if we’re making a scene, or at least we could be. However, when I look around, I realize that no one is looking at us. Not one person is aware of the reunion taking place, of the man who melts my soul and completes my very existence.
I turn in my chair, needing to fully see him as he takes the seat that Michael occupied not less than an hour ago.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper hoarsely. Andrew knows exactly how he affects me, how to turn me into a raging pile of hormones without actually having to touch me or do anything. His blue eyes shine in the soft glow of the candlelight, making my heart leap inside my chest.
“I came here for you. It couldn’t wait one more week. I needed to see you right away.”
He came for me. He wanted to see me, no, needed to see me. How do I respond to that? Do I say how big of a fool I was for leaving like I did? Or that I needed to see him too? My hungry eyes take him in, admiring his freshly shaven face, his beautiful masculine features, and that sexy dark hair I love running my fingers through. And he’s wearing a tux. Holy shit. If I thought he was hot in tailored suits, he’s to die for in a tux.
I swallow past the lump in my throat, needing to regain some control of my body.
“Why?”
Need and desire mix together as I nervously canvas the room again, hoping that Sharon isn’t watching. My hand rubs the area above my heart, trying to ward off the pain. Andrew ignores my question and grabs the hand at my chest, bringing it up to his lips before pressing it against his own beating heart.
“You don’t have to hurt there anymore, love. I promise you will never have to hurt there again as long as I’m here.” He leans forward, pressing our foreheads together, leaving my hand to cover his heart. “I’ve missed you so much, Tessa. I’m so sorry, more than you will ever know.”
We close the distance to each other, pressing our mouths together in a whisper soft kiss. My lip trembles slightly as a flood of memories assaults my mind; each memory bringing back all the joy and pleasure those lips have brought me. My body takes over and I wrap my free hand around his neck. Pulling him closer to me, we seal our mouths together, succumbing to the kiss I’ve longed for since I last felt it. A kiss that is so perfect and natural. It’s a kiss I could see myself giving and receiving for the rest of my life.
Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as shown in her extensive collection of both.

 

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