by Pamela Ann
“I’m sure you know why I’m here,” she stated coldly.
I did. I wasn’t going to act dumb and stupid, either. “Of course I do.”
“My daughter—my only daughter—is heart broken right now. She’s pouring her heart out, still not giving up on trying to convince the guy that promised to marry her not to cancel their wedding in an hour’s time.” She eyed me with those eagle-like, sharp eyes cutting through me. “Even as a child, I wasn’t very fond of you. With our differences aside, I’m here to let you see and hear the big picture.” She paused, looking teary-eyed.
“The truth is, my daughter is terminally ill. We found out the day after her graduation that she had a little over a year to live. Her bucket list consisted of a lot of things—one of them was to marry Greyson Edwards. Since he was helping her out with her list, he didn’t hold back in making her wishes come true—including this marriage.” Her eyes were red with moisture. “So if you have any heart at all, you’re going to walk away. Give my daughter the last bit of happiness she’s asking for.”
After she left, I was still standing there with my hand gripping the door handle, feeling like the earth had been pulled out from under my feet.
I had big decisions to make… decisions that could alter someone’s life; Edith’s, Grey’s, and mine.
I held the lucky charm bracelet in my hand, feeling the depth of what I was about to do.
“I love you. I’ve regretted the times that I haven’t told you, but I’ve loved you all along.”
There was no room for tears—that could be done later—there were big decisions to be made and I hoped that I would be making the right one.
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To be continued in their next novel, Pieces Of Us.
Release date to be announced
OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR:
**** The Torn Series Order ****
1) Scornfully Yours (Emma #1)
2) Scornfully Hers (Carter Mason Novella)
3) Frayed (Trista)
4) Blasphemous (Emma #2)
5) Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole Novella)
6) Scorned (Lindsey)
7) Fixated On You (Emma #3)
8) Christmas With You (Emma: A Novella)
9) Unveiled (Lindsey #2) TBA 2014
10) Crushed (Amber) TBA 2014
11) Damaged TBA 2014
FORMULA MEN SERIES coming in 2014
Monza (Luca)
Barcelona (Andrès)
Nice (Jacques)
MORE BOOKS:
Lily’s Mistake
Loving Drake (# 1.5) Coming Soon
Loving Lily (Lily’s Mistake) Spring 2014
Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires)
Falling For Ava (British Billionaires) TBA 2014
The Chasing Series:
Chasing Beautiful
Chasing Imperfection
Chasing Paradise
Chasing Forever (Toby + Lucy) TBA 2014
Chasing Mrs. Knightly (The Epilogue) TBA 2014
Chasing Memories (Kyle) TBA 2014
Pieces Of You & Me (Book 1 of 2)
Pieces Of Us (Book 2 of 2) TBA 2014
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Here’s a sneak peek at Façade by Ashley Suzanne
Release Date February 17, 2013
“What if I don’t want this to be casual anymore? What if I want more?”
Mother fucking hell.
What am I supposed to say to that? Yes, I want more and I’m going to open myself up so you can shatter everything I thought I knew? That’s not going to happen. Ever.
Jacoby’s silently waiting for an answer; demanding one. I can’t blame him, really I can’t, but it’s not possible for me to give him what he’s looking for. Instead of trying to talk my way out of an argument, I go to the next best plan.
Sauntering over toward the bed, I pull my shirt over my head, letting it dangle from my index finger before dropping it to the floor. With one hand, I reach behind my back and unhook the clasp holding my bra in place. With my eyes firmly planted on his, I slowly pull my left arm through the strap and then my right, still holding the actual cups over my breasts.
“What are you doing, Kylee?” Jacoby chokes out, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear there’s a small amount of drool trailing from the corner of his mouth. His gaze burns through me, his eyes no longer demanding answers but something more erotic in mind.
This little trick works for me each and every damn time. Men are so predictable. Dangle a little bit of sex in front of them and they turn into incoherent cavemen.
“What do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence. Once I’m standing directly between his legs, I can very noticeably see the effect I’m having on him. The white sheet that is draped across his lap has a very delectable impression of an erect penis, just waiting for me to reach out and touch it.
I slowly move my arms, letting the pink lacy material fall into his lap. He picks it up and tosses it to the floor on top of my shirt, never breaking his glare of my now bare tits that are only inches from his face. As he moves forward to capture one in his mouth, I turn around and casually sit in his lap. Slowly grinding my ass onto his cock, I lean back putting my back to his chest and rest my head on his shoulder, still gently gyrating.
“I think this is what we’re good at, Jacoby. This, I can give you more of. A lot more,” I whisper. Jacoby’s hands come around my waist to cup my tits, nuzzling his face into my neck and nipping at my exposed flesh. I stand up, pushing my pants over my hips and down to the floor, exposing my entire body for his eyes to feast upon.
“You think you’re so smart, do ya Red? I’ve got your number. You might have me at a loss right now but don’t for one second think that I don’t see right through you.” Before I know it, Jacoby has pulled me back to him, pushed me down on the bed and he nestles himself between my thighs.
Well played, sir. Finally, someone who plays dirty, like me.
“Again, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The innocent act I’m going for is becoming less and less detectable with the want rolling off my body.
“I’m sure you don’t,” Jacoby says, sarcastically. “I’ll play along though.”
With a harder bite to my nipple, I squirm under his touch. I always do. Something about the way he takes control and commands my attention leaves me breathless and craving more. One bite, one kiss, one orgasm; it’s never enough.
While expertly rolling my nipple with one hand, the other sneaks down my stomach leaving a wake of fire in its path until he reaches my core. Rubbing my clit with his thumb, Jacoby inserts one finger inside of me, making me ache even more.
“Jacoby, please,” I mutter, wanting more than just a single digit – I want him.
“It’s not so funny when it’s flipped back on you, now is it?”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Oh, but shoving your tits in my face when I’m trying to have a serious conversation is? And mighty fine tits they are.” He pinches down on my nipple, pulling it until I moan with the sensual mix of pleasure and pain.
“That’s not what I was …” My train of thought is completely lost when Jacoby sticks a second finger into me, pressing harder on my clit, trying to manipulate an orgasm out of me.
“A little lost for words, are you, Red?” I’ll probably never use my body against Jacoby again. The man is too good. He knows this game and I’ve just lost.
Rocking my hips into his hand, finding a perfect rhythm, I’m almost there – the orgasm starting to roll through me, begging for release. The sly grin on his face tells me he already knows what’s about to
happen and he pulls his hand completely away from my body, leaving me frustrated beyond words.
“What the fuck, Jacoby? I was right there,” I pant, slamming my arms down on the bed. Yes, yes I do act like a petulant child when I don’t get my way. I wanted that orgasm and he just stole it from me.
“Let’s talk about what I said.” Jacoby leans back, sitting on his heels, his erection proudly on display almost begging for me to taste it. “I might just finish what I started if we do.” Jacoby puts his index finger in his mouth, sucking off my essence.
“Jacoby, it’s a lost conversation. We’ve been over this before. There isn’t more I can give. You can take what you get or I can leave.”
“And why is that? It seemed like a few months ago, you were ready to try. Now, I can’t even get you to entertain the idea.”
So here’s the clusterfuck. He’s right. The one time I ever, in my entire life, wanted to try to have a real relationship I was slapped in the face with the stone cold reality of why that can’t ever work. I was about to fuck an up and coming rock star and all I could think about was Jacoby. I wanted to give it a try. I called him and was brushed off. I decided to surprise him, so I went to his house after leaving the concert. Instead of him being elbow deep in contracts, I run straight into a Barbie doll type blonde who basically staked her claim.
We’d been fucking for months. I know what I am and I’m not ashamed. I’m a bit of a slut, but in a good way. I don’t fuck around with random guys and I at least have the decency to only fuck one guy at a time. I thought that was something Jacoby understood about our arrangement. Granted, we weren’t a couple or anything but I was solely his and I thought the same about him. I was fucking wrong. Dead ass wrong.
~Thank You~
