Release Date: 07/01/14
Genre: New Adult
Genre: New Adult
Europe? Nope. Mexico? Nope. Key West?
Not me. This summer, I'm playing nursemaid to my sister. Yeah, I know. Relatively good looking twenty-two-year-olds don't spend the summer bedside in the cancer ward, but that's the plan - until my sister threatens me with bodily harm unless I get on the plane.
That's when I met him. He likes me. Really likes me. But more than that, he loves my boobs -- like can't get enough. I have no idea how to tell him that they'll be gone soon. Courtesy of a preventative double mastectomy. Yep. That's what testing positive for the breast cancer gene mutation will do to a girl.
But don't feel sorry for me. I'm enjoying him, holding on until the last possible minute, while I muster up the strength to tell him, and watch him walk away.
Goodbye To You
by A. J. Matthews
My hands drift over his
arms and shoulders, caressing the taut muscles under the hot surface of his
skin. The smell that’s ever-present—salt and coconut-scented sunblock—is
enhanced by the scorching afternoon sun. I don’t need another drop of alcohol
for the rest of my vacation.
I could get drunk from
inhaling him.
His large hands cup my
butt, holding me up, and strong fingers knead at my soft flesh as he stands on
his toes in the shallows.
My lips are a whisper
away, and he breathes in my moan before I close my eyes and lower my head.
A shower of fireworks
goes off behind my eyelids.
Shay answers my groan
with his own, and he weaves his hands into my hair. My scalp tingles as he
pulls me deeper into his kiss. I wind my arms around his back, slipping a few
fingers into the waistband of his trunks. My fingers explore the hard planes of
muscle under his scorching skin where back meets quite firm backside.
Shay tears his lips from
mine, and a sense of loss sweeps over me until he traces hot kisses across my
cheek, my ear, and down my neck.
Then he reclaims my
mouth again in a soft, searching kiss.
I whimper, my heart
thudding, threatening to explode from the confines of my chest. This is
madness, but that doesn’t stop me from returning his kiss with equal ferocity.
He tastes bitter and tangy and oh, so sweet. I can’t get enough of his
delicious mouth.
I want more. My hands
take on a life of their own, moving from his back to his arms to his hard chest
with a desperate, grasping yearning.
He wants me. His
erection presses against me, and with just the right movement, I could orgasm
right here.
I want him with a
ferocity I’ve never known. I’d been touched before, all over my body.
But no man has ever
touched my heart.
Until now.
I am so fucked.
A bell sounds from the
boat, smothering the electrical current sparking between us.
The signal to return.
Time to head back to shore.
I’m sad, but grateful. A
little more time and he could have convinced me to slip off my suit and get it
on in the water.
This man is too hot for
his own good—and mine.
I regret now I have to
go with Bennie tonight, and that we won’t be back until late.
I’m all about supporting
a friend and showing some love, but I’ve got an itch for a beautiful Irish boy
that needs to be scratched.
Hard.
I wrote my first book at six. A retelling of The Three Little Pigs, illustrated by my grandmother, the book was never picked up and was self-published instead, glued to cardboard with a cover fashioned from wallpaper scraps.
Today, I write stories featuring nice guys (or nice guys in-the-making) in between my other jobs writing research reports for a commercial real estate company, refereeing two young daughters, navigating the teen waters with a too-cute-for-his-own-good son, spoiling a neurotic cat, and making my darling, patient husband shake his head. I'm also an autism mom, chocolate enthusiast, sports-watcher, nacho-eater, and beer-drinker.
A Maryland native, I live in North Carolina now, but dreams of the beach fuel my fantasties, and my characters can often be found strolling in the sand or sailing along a coast.
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