#Book Blitz #The Prince's Pregnant Secretary by Emily Grayson @Xpresso Book Tours @Harlequin24/10/2022
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-- SNEAK PEEK: Izzy The shock of finding Renée on the doorstep is fading, taken over by the sheer hypocrisy of her arrival. Why now? It’s a little late if she wants to make amends. Not a word for two stinking years and she shows up thinking I’m going to be grateful she’s here? Not in this lifetime. The warm sincerity of her embrace, though… it tries to weaken the resentment I’ve fostered since she walked out on her family, leaving me to pick up the pieces. “I don’t want you here,” I snarl, unable to hide my bitterness. I’d rather act as though I don’t care. Renée eyes me warily, rubbing a reddened palm. I feel a childish delight to have caused her even a minuscule amount of the pain she’s caused me. “I’m aware,” she says calmly, bending to pick up a bulging overnight bag. “But I’m here now, so let’s make the best of it—for Mom.” Red hot rage rises from the pit of my stomach to spit and steam from my ears. “Do. Not. Use Mom against me. You lost that right a long time ago.” Months of caregiving flicker behind my eyes. My father’s suicide did something to Mom. She shouldered the blame and wore it like a hairshirt, ripping the blinders away from their relationship to show the fractures in the foundation. She shut down. Stopped eating, washing, and caring. It was left to me to get Benjamin off to school, clothes washed, and a semblance of normalcy when everything was insane. “You should have called.” Renée’s empathetic gaze gets on my last nerve. I whirl away before I plant my fist in her face. “Your room is the way you left it. You can stay the weekend, then I want you to leave. Ben doesn’t need to get his hopes up.” And neither do I. ![]()
Giveaway! ![]() In The Shadow of The Apennines
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- SNEAK PEEK: Pescina, Italy 25 April 1914 Where do I begin? Mamma blames it all on Father Ignazio. She says if only he had left me to the chores I was employed to carry out at San Berardo and the parish house, my cooking and cleaning would be much improved, and I would not be constantly scribbling on any piece of paper I could find and begging for books to read. She worries I will never find a husband. “What man wants a wife who only cares about book learning, when she should be tending the goats, washing the clothes, and baking the bread?” Mamma warns me every day. Mamma says no peasant girl should study beyond the first years of elementary school. Writing the letters to sign your name and computations for simple transactions are more than enough for a female in our region. She calls it getting above oneself. To mamma, this is the worst sin. Of course, we weren’t always peasants. We used to have some money, back before papà lost his property. It was never much, but our lives were so much easier back then. My brothers and I even had a tutor to teach us to read and write and to know our history and literature. Those hours were the highlight of my day. My tutor was very pleased with me. It was hard on us when we lost everything. Only mamma said maybe it was for the best – at least for me. Now she could insist I concentrate on what was most important for girls. I suppose I am lucky it was Father Ignazio who insisted I keep up with my learning. Mamma may often speak her mind, but she will never argue with our parish priest. She respects him too much, and she worries about punishment in the afterlife if she talks back to a priest. So mamma, who is quick to speak her mind on every occasion, bites her tongue until she draws blood whenever Father Ignazio praises my learning to her. Papà is proud of my reading and writing. He is the one who bought me this diary and the pen and ink for my birthday. Yes, I can hardly believe it, but today I am sixteen. Mamma is probably right that a girl who reads and writes would scare off the local boys. Boys in Pescina mostly work the land like their fathers or tend the sheep. But even if I am now sixteen and townspeople consider me a woman, I still feel like a little girl. All my friends talk about getting married, about preparing their wedding chest and living with their husbands. They make eyes at the boys returning with the sheep, the same boys we scrambled over the mountaintops with just a few years ago. My friend Concetta even has a sweetheart. She always goes to the fountain to gather the water at the same hour so that she can meet Domenico on his way back to town after a day working in the fields. Sometimes I see them together walking on the path back to town, the ruins of the castle watchtower above them in the distance. They look so happy in one another’s company, laughing and talking, finding excuses for their hands to brush together. When Concetta and I are together, sewing or baking bread, she always seems to have a far-away look in her eyes, and I sense that she does not hear what I say, that her thoughts are only for Domenico now. Mamma says one day I’lll feel that way about a boy, too, but I wonder if I ever will. ![]()
Giveaway! Today I'm delighted to participate in the blog tour for Breaking the Friendzone by May Lynn. From the blurb: Revenge is sometimes best served . . . in bed When Lacey Mason was six-years-old, her family moved to the Hamptons. A beautiful location, for sure, but not much fun when you’re the only kid in the area. When Lacey stumbles upon her next door neighbor, Luke Drake, on the beach it is instant friendship. For the next four years they spent almost every waking hour together. But just as summer inevitably turns to fall, all good things must end. When Lacey’s family sells their house and leaves the Hamptons, the pair vow to always stay in touch. But a dramatic meeting when they are teens leaves their friendship in tatters and Lacey’s heart broken. Fast forward seven years, and 22-year-old Lacey returns to the Hamptons. During a night out partying, who does she run into? Luke Drake. The only thing is Luke doesn’t recognize her. At first, Lacey thinks it’s hilarious—a case of karma finally catching up with the golden boy—but then she realizes that all the feelings she’s buried for so long aren’t going to stay buried . . . especially when she and Luke are thrown together by internships at their family run company, Drake-Mason Pharma. Luke Drake wants to be anywhere but the Hamptons, and he certainly doesn’t want to be interning at his dad’s company. Luke’s got a secret plan: make enough money to break away from his controlling father and strike out on his own. Then one night he sees a girl at a club, and after an incredible night together, he discovers that the mystery girl is his childhood friend: Lacey Mason. He knows what he did to her when they were teenagers was wrong and is determined to spend the summer showing Lacey that he’s changed . . . and that they belong together. However, family secrets, including the one that ended their friendship in the first place, may prove to be too much, and Lacey may not be willing to let Luke break out of the friendzone. Available for purchase from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Indigo, Books-A-Million, Kobo, Apple, your favorite US indie bookseller, or your favorite Canadian indie bookseller. Publication Date: October 18, 2022 Publisher: Wattpad Books My thoughts: If you've been following this blog for some time, you probably know that enemies-to-lovers ( tension and passion) and friends-to-lovers (genuine care and trust) are my favourite tropes. So when I saw the description of Breaking the Friendzone and realized it will have both, I simply had to read it. We meet Lacey Mason when this sweet little girl is just about to make her first real friend Luke Drake at Hamptons where her parents bought a house and yes, we know he will be the One. The story fast forwards to Lacey being twenty two, out clubbing wth her friend Rachel, who is in a desperate need to forget her messy break-up. Things get spicy between Lacey and her 'one night stand'- Lucas who doesn't remember their past. Then they thrown in working together and all the drama begins! I loved the dual POV in this book- it adds so much depth and insight how both sides see the situation and what they are feeling. Luke and Lacey's story is complex and based on lots of secrets and family issues, so having both perspectives made everything more engaging. The attraction and chemistry between the protagonists is strong, but this isn't all the book is about- they are complex, flawed characters you can easily relate to and care about. The steamy things were hot, hot, hot! but there's also real connection and feeling. May Lynn's writing style is fun and entertaining with all the banter and passion I look for in my romance books. Now I'm very intrigued about Lacey's best friend Rachel and can't wait to read her story! Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the ARC. All opinions are my own and were not influenced in any way. About May Lynn:
May Lynn is the author of the Wattpad Paid Stories hit, Breaking the Friendzone. Her love of pharmacy, romance, and mystery led to her writing this breakthrough story, which now holds over five million reads on the platform. May grew up in the Dubuque, Iowa, area and now resides with her husband and their dog in a nearby lake town. When not writing on Wattpad, she enjoys reading, concerts, cooking, and time with family. Instagram: (link) Twitter: (link) TikTok: (link) Pinterest: (link) ![]() How Snowball Stole Christmas
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- SNEAK PEEK: Snowball finds a new couple who need her help falling in love… A second car pulling to a stop, headlights flashing across the ceiling, is new. Did Peter bring someone home with him? Do I care enough to go look? With a sigh I drop to the ground and pad silently across the carpeted floor to leap to the windowsill facing the street. Peter lives in what he calls a townhome. As far as I can tell, this is just a bunch of homes all squished together with a tiny garden in the back. Hardly a patch. I can hear people on the other sides of the walls, but I can’t get into the other units. People are weird. This is an interesting development though… Someone is parked in front of the unit next door. Until a few days ago no one lived there that I’ve been able to tell. Until Christmas lights went up. I can see the side of Peter’s dark head turned slightly toward me as he’s looking over at what appears to be a woman buried up to her waist in the trunk of the car parked there. What’s interesting isn’t her…it’s him. The fact that he’s bothering to look. Peter doesn’t bother with anyone these days. My, my, my. Visions of happy humans falling in love dance in my head. After all, I have a gift for matchmaking. Those silly creatures just can’t see happiness staring them in the face until I show the way. And Peter, despite being a bit of a grump lately is one of the good ones. He deserves happiness. Since he’s moved back home, he seems sort of… I don’t know. Restless. What Peter needs is to fall in love and settle down. That would fix everything. He takes a step off the porch and my ears prick and my whiskers twitch in anticipation. Except, instead of going over to nicely introduce himself, he stomps in her direction. I frown. What is he doing? “Hey!” He doesn’t shout it, but with his low voice, it’s close enough. With a screech to wake the ghosts of Christmas past, the woman jerks up, banging her head into the top of the trunk with enough force that I can hear it through the window. Hand to her chest, she scrambles away from Peter, her expression a picture of fright. Good job, Peter. I give a little kitty huff. He’s going to mess everything up before I can even get them started. ![]()
GIVEAWAY! ![]() Deadly Paradise
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo Get it for only 99c – this week only! -- SNEAK PEEK: Nova was sixteen when Katerina Makris and her son, Nikos, came to work at the winery. The moment Nova first laid eyes on the mysterious boy with fierce eyebrows and a sharp jaw, her first crush manifested. From her secret perch behind the kitchen door, her knees literally shook as if the world was moving beneath her. She watched intently as Katerina and Nova’s uncle carried on a conversation in Greek. Nova remembered very little of the language since her father’s death, but her uncle was able to converse with Katerina at a comfortable level. Nova hadn’t known he was fluent in her father’s native language. She was even more surprised the way her uncle treated Katerina like an old friend. Both mother and son were striking, with eyes so dark they swallowed their pupils, olive-toned skin, stick-straight noses, and luxurious raven hair. Katerina’s loose waves bounced around her shoulders when she walked. Nikos wore his hair neatly trimmed around the sides, and longer on top. He was attractive in a way that made her belly swell. She held her breath, waiting for Nikos to speak. She was very interested in anything and everything the tall, handsome young man had to say. Later that afternoon, while Katerina was trained in the kitchen and Nikos cleaned tables, Nova perched on the walnut bar top where soon customers would occupy stools across from the small oak and steel barrels containing the award-winning varieties of wine. She studied Nikos from afar as he worked, appreciating his Led Zeppelin t-shirt and dark classic jeans paired with old-school skater sneakers. Although lanky, he moved with the confident swagger of a grown man, and the muscles in his arms flexed impressively as he scrubbed each table. She’d only seen him smile once, but the flash of his bright white teeth as straight as piano keys revealed behind his generously rosy lips was enough to make her heart swell and her stomach tingle with excitement. She was grateful she’d finally have someone around who was close to her age. Even better, she had a chance to talk to him without anyone else listening in. Her aunt was tending to the grapes that were nearing harvest, and her uncle was helping London perfect the pattern required for her next belt in Tae Kwon Do. The chef and other wait staff weren’t scheduled to come in for another hour, and the only other employee on the clock was in the kitchen with Katerina. When she thought about approaching Nikos, nerves bubbled through her like a sparkling wine. Most of what she knew about flirting came from years of watching her aunt and uncle’s disgustingly affectionate relationship, and the sappy romance movies she sometimes watched with her aunt. She wanted to believe in love, but she was also cynical that anything could end with a happily ever after. Her parents had been madly in love, and their ending was nothing short of a Shakespearian tragedy. “So, new guy,” she finally called out, hoping he couldn’t detect the tightness of her breath, “where you from?” Turning away from the table, his eyes nervously swept past the kitchen before meeting hers. Their alluring darkness caused her heart to flutter against her ribs with the force of a bird’s wings. She suddenly understood the longing she sometimes heard in musician’s voices when they sang about love. “Mykonos—ehhh…an island…in Greece.” His voice was as deep as her uncle’s, and his accent was rich. Every word he uttered sounded romantic. As they echoed through her head, she became motionless—all except for the widening of her eyes. “Wait, did you say Mykonos?” A flicker of excitement passed through her. “That’s where my dad was from.” Nikos’s dark, thick eyebrows rose. “Yes. Your father…he knew my mother. They were…ehhh…friendly. Since they were very young.” Nova’s pulse sped. What else did he know about her father? “Really?” Crossing her arms, she mirrored his high-browed expression. It seemed her uncle’s list of secrets was never-ending. “How did you and your mother end up here?” “Your uncle…very kind. When we leave Mykonos, he tells my mother…ehhh…he can help.” Interesting, Nova thought to herself. How did her uncle know her father’s childhood friend well enough to offer his help? For the first time since she had been torn from her family’s home in California, she believed she may actually have found an avenue leading to the truth about her parents. ![]()
Giveaway! ![]() Arabian Knight
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- SNEAK PEEK: “Your mother didn’t explain…” Geraint let the sentence dangle. He had never had The Talk with a woman before. With the squires, he knew what to say. It was largely some variation of practice abstinence or use your own hand. If the need was too great, then they were counseled to find a widow who knew the score or a woman of the night who agreed with compensation. Geraint was not the type of man to begrudge a woman her pleasure. But he did believe that some women were meant to only be touched by their eventual husbands. If that made him a chauvinist or fascist, then so be it. “My mother withered and returned to the soil many seasons ago,” Enid said. And her father had proven himself neglectful and negligent many times over. So, as her husband, Geraint would take on this task. “When a man and a woman… or two individuals of compatible sex organs…when they care for each other… the man inserts his….” He motioned at his still straining erection. “His stamen,” Enid offered, eying his cock with interest. Geraint blinked at the foreign word she’d used. He’d never thought of plants as being male or female. “When a man inserts his stamen into a female’s…” “Pistile.” Though the words weren’t the same naughty ones that humans would use, warmth spread through Geraint’s cheeks to hear her speak in such a manner. He hadn’t been with crass women. None had referred to their intimate parts as their pussies or his dick. But he loved hearing the coarse words from Enid’s delicate mouth. He wanted to hear her say stamen again. But first he wanted to be inside her pistile. “Go on,” she said. “When a human male inserts his stamen into a female human’s pistile… Is there something different that happens after that?” He was shuddering like an untried teenager. His brain was filled with visions of him and Enid in a field of flowers as he thrust inside her lush body. His wife was a dirty talker, without her even knowing it, and it delighted him. She seemed to know the mechanics of the act. He gave himself a shake before speaking again. “No, there is nothing different between men and women. A woman loses her virginity when a man puts himself inside her for the first time.” “The first time? Why is that important?” “Um, well, because… It’s the first time.” “What about the times after that? Does she become a virgin again when she takes a new man into her bed?” Geraint didn’t like this frame of questioning. “There will be no one else anywhere near your bed.” Enid nodded vigorously at that pronouncement. “Yes, I would prefer to be monogamous. I’ve pollinated with enough plants.” “You’ve… what?” Geraint knew that most marriages suffered from communication issues. He ran her words through his head again… and then again. No matter how many times he repeated that last sentence, it still made no sense. “You haven’t?” she asked. “Pollinated?” Her hand reached out to him, stopping just before touching his arm. The gesture felt patronizing as her features turned from confusion to concern. He felt a flush creep up his neck as she studied him anew. “You haven’t had sexual intercourse with another of your kind, I mean? Are you a virgin?” “No, I’m not a virgin.” His brows wanted to rise into his hairline, but his face went still. No, not still. The bottom half of his face went heavy due to the tension in his jawline. “Well”—Enid raised her hands, showing him her empty palms—“neither am I.” “Apparently not.” The bite of his words must have been loud and clear because she dropped her hands back at her side. A green vine curled around her index finger. Out of self-protection or self-defense, he didn’t know. What he did know was that he was being an ass. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m not slut shaming you.” “I have a feeling I don’t want you to define the word slut.” She crossed her arms at her midsection. The small vine snaked around her bicep and over her shoulder like protective armor. Armor against him—the man who had just sworn that no harm would ever befall her again. Yet here he was, standing in her bedroom and making her feel shame. This was not how he had expected his wedding night to go. “Enid, I’m sorry.” Remorse weighed like a cloud around Geraint’s shoulders. He wanted to throw the feeling down and make them both feel better. He wanted to hold her again and make her sigh, make her smile. Unfortunately, there was now a weary set to those sweet lips he’d tasted just a moment ago. There was a guarded expression that snuffed out the light in her eyes. “I’m feeling rather tired after all the excitement,” she said. “Perhaps we should just retire so that we’re ready for our journey to Camelot in the morning.” “But we need to consummate the marriage.” The words came out of his mouth before ever setting foot in his brain. The directive hadn’t come from the top down. No, it had come from the groin up. Despite all his talk of virginity and pollination, his cock was still standing by, eager for some attention. “Why?” Enid asked. “Proof.” Once again, Geraint cursed that he was thinking with his small brain rather than his big brain. “Proof of what?” He could not explain to her the medieval notion of proving a wife’s purity by the blood that could be found on the sheets after the bed sport of the wedding night. Nor did he want to go into the modern laws that sex had to happen in order for the marriage to be deemed legal. Especially when in most first world countries nowadays, all it took was the signing of a legal document. Geraint had none of these backups to prove that Enid was now and would forever be his. She could walk away from him at any point, and there was nothing he could do about it. Except she wasn’t leaving the room. She was slipping off her gown to reveal a sheer slip beneath the garment. Were his deepest desires about to be consummated after all his blundering? “You’ll take me to Camelot?” she said. “You’ll take me away from this place?” Geraint nodded mutely as Enid slipped beneath the covers. When he took a step toward the bed, she didn’t tell him to go. The bed creaked under his weight as he sat down on the mattress. “That is all I require of you,” she said. “Then you can consummate me as often as you like.” Enid turned over, giving him her back. Geraint wanted to reach out to her, to touch her. Though she was his wife, he didn’t feel he had the right. Not after insulting her honor. Again. ![]()
Giveaway! #Book Blitz #Christmas in Santa Rosa by Melissa Chambers #Contemporary Romance @Xpresso Book Tours18/10/2022
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- SNEAK PEEK: “When’s the last time a guy caught you, tied you down?” She wiggled her shoulders. “Now we’re getting to the fun talk.” “In a relationship.” “Oh,” she said, letting her shoulders sag. “That’s no fun.” “You do relationships, don’t you?” She shrugged. He narrowed his gaze, turning his head to the side. “Seriously? You don’t do relationships?” “I have done them. They’re just no fun.” “Maybe you haven’t found the right guy to be in one with.” “That’s for damn sure or I wouldn’t be sitting here single.” “I have a feeling there have been many guys who’ve tried to tie you down and failed.” “A few have succeeded. I’ve got the video to prove it.” He shook his head, furrowing his brow. “I don’t know that I’ve learned when to take you seriously or not.” “Good. Because it’ll be boring once you figure me out.” He widened his smile. “I can’t imagine any day with you would be boring.” She leaned in. “Then let’s make sure we keep it interesting.” He met her in the middle. “Invite me home with you tonight and I’ll show you just how interesting I can make you feel.” Heat rocketed through her core, waking up her senses in a way they hadn’t been awakened since the last time she was with him. She slid off the bench. “You’re getting warmer.” She gave him a wink, and then walked off toward the ladies’ room, sensing his stare on her backside and soaring higher than she had in a long time. ![]()
Giveaway! ![]() Like A Hero
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- SNEAK PEEK: Dennis lay face down on the soccer field, while men in ski masks strolled among his prone classmates waving semi-automatic weapons at anyone who moved. He considered employing his martial arts skills, but being skinny and only passably good, such foolish courage would probably get him killed. He shook his hair from in front of his eyes with a slight jerking motion and focused on James and Linda, lying on the field off to the side with the rest of the parents. James had his head slightly raised and Dennis caught his eye. When a gun- man approached, James quickly returned his face to the grass. James wanted to intervene. That was obvious by the way he kept looking around for some kind of opening. But could he do anything without getting people killed? The masked men called themselves “anarchists” and were well armed. Despite lying prone for the past forty minutes, Dennis had managed to spot sentries pa- trolling the rooftops, apparently stationed there to prevent the cops outside from storming the school and making their way to the field. He’d also noted the types of weapons these guys carried and considered how best each could be disarmed if this was a comic book scenario. Except it wasn’t. He considered the anarchists’ claims. They said they were “anti-capitalism” and “anti-public-school indoctrination,” but then they demanded twenty million as ransom for not killing him and his classmates, which sounded pretty capitalistic to him. Raising his eyes once more, he noted a big, broad-shouldered dude wearing a black and blue ski mask, staring right at him while chatting with a burly guy holding an Uzi. Dennis averted his eyes and hoped he hadn’t called too much attention to himself. He’d overheard them earlier as they conversed by walkie-talkie. Masked guy was called “C-1” and burly guy “C-2” by the other anarchists, so he figured they ran the show. He glanced over at Jackson and Kenny lying a few feet away. His two best friends looked terrified. Jackson’s curly hair partially hid his brown eyes, but Kenny’s bright blue ones screamed pure fear. Dennis tried for an encouraging smile, but it was difficult with his cheek pressed against the grass. All his comic book scenarios started much like this one, except the hero al- ways knew what to do. As annoying as Robin could be, he’d know what to do even if Batman wasn’t around. Dennis’s mind raced with ideas. He knew James was packing—on duty or off, James always packed. But if he pulled his gun, kids would die. I wish I’d thought of something when these guys first showed up. Instead, he’d frozen with fear when the masked men flooded onto the field. And now with everything that had gone down since, Dennis trembled with the terrifying possibility that someone would die. Maybe him. Sadly, he wasn’t the hero of his dreams. He peered at the administration buildings. Long and single story, the two main wings spread the length of the field. His gaze traveled up and he squinted with confusion. The sentry who’d been on duty at the north end was gone. What the…? Dennis knew his weaponry from playing Call of Duty and other war games, and that guy had been patrolling with an Artic Warfare Super Magnum sniper rifle, likely a .338 Lapua Magnum, but Dennis was too far away to be sure of the model. Only now the guy was gone. With C-2 barely ten feet away, Dennis used caution to scan the south roof. That sentry was gone, too. SWAT maybe? He knew James’ mean-ass boss would have called in the big guns for something like this. But he was also sure those sentries had been up there no more than two minutes ago. Could it be Invictus? His heart thumped with hope. Vincent must know about this by now. Dennis pressed his face into the grass and pretended to look scared. Hell, he didn’t have to pretend. He was scared! ![]()
GIVEAWAY! ![]() B is for Bonnie
-- SNEAK PEEK: Bonnie felt Joe pull her in close. She felt him caressing her shoulders and kissing her back. She even heard him whisper a promise for a better life, before she allowed her body to fully relax and fall into a deep sleep. She awoke sometime later in the night. Bonnie wasn’t sure of the time at first, only that it was dark. A glance at the digital clock told her it was eleven at night, she rolled over to feel the bed. As usual Joe was gone, but she knew exactly where to find him. Bonnie had on a long sleeve henley and a pair of booty shorts, but she could feel the familiar chill from the deck door being cracked. He left it open to listen for her stirring. That was one of the things about Joe she adored. He loved her unconditionally the way no man ever had. He did everything she asked of him just to be with her. She knew it was wrong of her to be angry with him. He did everything he could to keep her safe while she was captive and to get her back as soon as possible. Shit the other boys didn’t seem to care. Ray, he had a special kind of hell waiting for him, and Henry. Bonnie was hurt Henry didn’t show up for her. She knew Joe had to have called him, but nobody showed up like a knight in shining armor the way he did. Joe did everything right and she was taking her own guilt out on him. Maybe it was time to break up the gang and move on with their lives. She had more than enough money stock piled to live off of. Maybe just a few more big heists and then they would be able to hang up their boots forever. She sighed. Joe turned to find her staring at him from the doorway. The pale light from the house illuminating her like a goddess. She was a goddess to him though, and he desperately needed to make things right. Bonnie tossed a playful smile his way. The small motion was all he needed for encouragement. He cleared the space between them in no time. Joe scooped her into his arms pulling her in a giant hug. He lifted her, and Bonnie wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed, kicking the door closed behind him. “I’m sorry.” Bonnie nuzzled her face against his cheek. His facial hair tickled her cheek in a way that always turned her on. She needed Joe. He was her person, more than anyone else, more than a one night fling with a kidnapper. The thoughts of Cj came slamming into her head. She had to deny all of it. She had to bury those away somewhere. Right now she wanted Joe and only Joe. She wanted to escape to a private island and never see anyone else ever again. His voice rasped against her ear, and she felt his hot breath as he whispered, “I am sorry too Bee. You are my goddess, I love you more than anything else in this world, I would go to the ends of the earth just to find you. I would do everything one hundred times over if it was the only way to end up with you and only you.” Hell, this boy knew just what to say to her to melt her cold icy heart. His lips were hard on her as they kissed over every last inch of her body he could reach without putting her down. Joe spun around, diverting from the bed to the nearest wall. He threw her up against it, sliding one hand around her ass to help support the weight, while the other snaked under her shirt to cup and squeeze her breasts. He released his grip but only to tease her nipple, running his finger across it. His mouth still working to deliver kisses up and down her neck, under her ears, then back to Bonnie’s waiting lips. She traced her finger across his lips seductively, teasing him. Joe kissed those too. He caught her by surprise when he sucked one inside his mouth and ran his tongue up her finger before allowing it to slip from his hungry lips ![]()
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