WORK.
I know!!! I
didn’t know either! I mean, I knew…but,
come on, how many different fonts can there be for invitations? Then there’s
colors – which by the way I’ve already changed twice in four months, so yeah. I’ve
gone from Tiffany Blue with Chocolate Brown to now Turquoise with white and
silver accents. Why? Pfft…heck if I know. Because it looks pretty! LOL. There’s
too much to decide. And now I’ve got two teenage daughters pestering me about
what our song is going to be. A song? Crap! I knew that we should have a song,
but picking just one song that holds
so much meaning is kind of nerve wracking. What if after a year the song gets
old and I can’t stand to listen to it? Or what if I find a song which I feel
fits us better, but I’ve already committed to the other one? *sigh* I mean this
is a lot of pressure!
Soooo…guess
what?! I thought maybe all of you could be my unofficial bridesmaids and
groomsmen. Sit back down! You can’t say no! You’re already here! LOL. And like
with all bridesmaids and groomsmen, your title comes with responsibility.
Therefore, I’ve devised a fun little contest for all of you which will in turn
help ME gather a bunch of mushy and girlie love songs.
PRIZE:
1 - $10 Gift
Card to Bookstrand, Inc.
HOW CAN YOU WIN:
1 – Read the
blurb and excerpt on my upcoming release, Surrounded by Roses which is
scheduled for release February 7th, but is already available for pre-order!
2 – Leave me
a comment below (remember to include your email) with a love song you think my fiancé
and I should dance to at our wedding.
*This
contest runs until February 7th 11:59pm EST
My
fiancé, Zac will come on the blog and choose a random winner on February 8th!
BONUS PRIZE:
If you
include in your comment the answer to the following question, you will also be
eligible to win a free eBook copy of Surrounded by Roses.
QUESTION: What did my fiancé
do in the Navy?
HINT: Some may say he
inspired the character of this book. *winks*
After years
of working on submarines and loving what he does, a training exercise goes
horribly wrong. Suffering from the loss of his best friend, Trevor Purlington
comes home to try and get past the demons which keep him awake at night.
Emily Dennis
spends her days working as a nurse and her nights anticipating correspondence
from her deployed submariner boyfriend. The last thing she expected was to find
him at home waiting for her after a long shift at the clinic where she works.
After being apart for so long, she is ecstatic to finally have him home.
Only Trevor
comes home to Emily a different man, one who is starting to overshadow the man
she once knew. Overwhelmed and confused, she refuses to give up on the man that
she loves and vows to do whatever it takes to knock down his walls and bring
back the Trevor she once knew.
ADULT EXCERPT
Trevor
took in the sight of Emily’s body. Her frame was petite, and he liked the
extra few pounds she always complained about not being able to get rid of. He
could get lost in the landscape of her body. She had curves which put any
other woman to shame. He loved his country and was willing to die for it, but
he would take the valleys and peaks of Emily’s body over purple mountain
majesty any day.
His
cock twitched while he teased the taut peaks of her nipples. He always loved
the way her body responded to him as if on cue. She made him feel powerful,
as though he were the puppet master and could pull her strings into doing
exactly what he wanted.
As
much as he hated to, he pulled away from the glorious, little points. His
desire to be inside her wet heat overrode any other need raging inside him.
Tugging at the hem of his T-shirt, he pulled it over his head and threw it on
the hallway floor.
Emily’s
delicate fingers trailed across his chest and slowly raked down his abdomen.
Her touch was featherlight and nearly tickled. She took a step closer to him
and brought her mouth down to his chest. Lips that were a million times
softer than he remembered caressed his skin. Using her tongue as a guide, she
trailed her mouth to and from each of his nipples. She nibbled tenderly on
them while splaying her hand up and around his shoulders.
He
allowed her to continue her quest, knowing how much she enjoyed exploring his
body. Far be it for him to deprive her of something she got such delight
from. He would take his journey later, surveying and examining in close
detail every square inch of her body.
Reaching
in between their two bodies, he unsnapped the button of his jeans. Even the
small relief in pressure felt like heaven to his dick. He had spent most of
the day semi-hard in anticipation of their reunion.
The
wait to see her again had been excruciating. Three long months submerged
below eight hundred feet in the Gulf of Bahrain with limited communication
had been trying for the both of them. That excitement mixed with sexual
frustration culminated in one giant explosion of lust when he’d heard her
outside and pulled her up against the door. His cock had gone from semi to
rock hard in one second flat.
Emily
was still showering his skin in gentle kisses. Some of them were so soft he
could barely feel them. She had a tenderness to her that sometimes made him
want to shield her from the horrors of the world. He’d seen things in the
service that would make even the bravest men shudder.
Her
softhearted nature was just one of the things he had grown to love about her,
but that wasn’t what kept him awake at night. He missed her body, her touch,
and the feel of her pussy gripping him so snug.
He
pulled his zipper down, relieving himself from the constricting denim. When
he first tugged the sides down his hips, taking his briefs with them, he
hissed out a breath of air when his cock jutted out and poked against the
bare skin of her belly.
She
looked up at him, her expression hungry and desperate. This was always how
they were. They didn’t need words when their bodies were involved. All they
needed were their hands and mouths to connect.
Wrapping
her arms around his neck, she kissed him, her seductive tongue seeking his
and stroking it the moment she found it. Both of them hurriedly pushed his
jeans down his legs the rest of the way. Trevor shimmied the rest of the way
out of his jeans, finally shoving them aside.
He
reached down and wrapped his arms around her ass, lifting her up and carrying
her a few steps down the hall to her bedroom. He navigated through the dark
room, and they fell to the bed, their lips still locked as they hungrily fed
off of one another’s passion. Their relationship might be complicated by
distance and a million other obstacles, but they were in sync when they were
together like this.
His
urge to be inside her went deeper than mere lust. It was elemental. He needed
it for sheer survival. Like an addict who had gone months without a fix, he
needed the high that only she could provide. A realization smacked him upside
the head and nearly knocked the wind out of his hard-on. He didn’t bring a
condom with him, and the ones he picked up were in his bag in the living
room. He pulled away from the kiss, pissed off for having to stop for even a
second.
“Shit.
I’ll be right back.”
“No,
check the nightstand.”
Getting
up and off of her, he fumbled in the dark for the drawer handle. He opened it
and found a box of condoms. It was still sealed and had never been opened. He
tore at the side and pulled one out before throwing the package on the floor.
With his teeth he bit off the corner of the foil package and pulled the
condom out. He was about to place it on the head of his cock when Emily
stopped him.
Quicker
than he had time to react she sat up and swirled her tongue around the tip.
She teased him for several seconds, circling around and sliding up the base
until finally she closed her luscious lips over the head and sank her head
down on him.
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