After another round of cocktails, Ronan paid the bill and we said our goodbyes. Charlotte and Lucan took our kids with them, explaining that we were going bye-bye for the weekend. Arabella cried, but Michael was such a sweet big brother. He kissed her and told her that we’d be back soon.
“So, Mrs. Connolly, are you ready for your romantic weekend?”
“Absolutely,” I replied, looping my arm with his as we walked to the elevators.
“I’m very glad to hear that. As much as I love our children, I love the idea of having you all to myself.”
Stepping into the elevator, he pressed the keycard into the slot, and we went sailing up. The doors opened to reveal the familiar private foyer with the elegant chandelier. Every year on our return visit, I still get breathless, as my thoughts are propelled back to the time my twenty-six-year-old self had stood outside these doors about to have dinner with Ronan. Who would have known I would meet my future husband that cold December day?
Today, he looked at me the same way he had that night all those years ago: like he wanted to devour me. But there was so much more now. More love, more passion—more of everything.
Our luggage had already been delivered. I instantly recognized the music softly piping in through the system as one from our playlist, which had grown massively over the years.
Once settled, I kicked my heels off while Ronan poured us drinks from the fully stocked bar.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, handing me the glass tumbler.
“Our wedding day,” I replied over the lip of my glass.
“Interesting. That was a wonderful day, but the wedding night was my favorite.”
I laughed and tossed back my drink. “Of course it was.”
His Irish accent was thick and husky as his hand grazed my hip. “In fact, I’d like to go ahead and kick this weekend off properly.”
“What do you suggest?”
He drew his hand around to the back of my cream-colored sheath dress, sliding the zipper down. “First, I say we shrug out of these clothes.” His lips brushed over my skin, kissing my neck.
I moaned at the pleasurable contact. A rush of heat passed over my skin as I shimmied my hips and the fabric pooled at my feet. His hands stroked my back, and careful fingers freed the clasp of my bra. Then he worked my panties down my legs, and they joined my other garments on the floor.
Pulling me close, he whispered in my ear, “And then we should turn down the bed and sleep like we haven’t slept in six years.”
I laughed, because there was one thing I knew to be very true about my husband: He never missed an opportunity to get me naked and under him. Before I could say another word, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed.
He eased me down on to the plush feather comforter and allowed me the viewing pleasure of watching him strip out of his clothes. He was beautiful, all lean muscle with sculpted shoulders, a broad chest dusted lightly with hair, and defined abs that made me weak in the knees and dizzy with need.
My pulse raced when the mattress dipped. My husband’s hands explored every inch of my body. His fingers worked a stroking rhythm against my skin, while his beautiful lips feathered kisses over my curves. He paused to blow his warm breath across the dip in my belly.
He looked up at me with those eyes, those brilliant green eyes that had the power to hypnotize me under their smoldering gaze. With a smile and a wink, I was a goner, lost in a haze of lust. His lips, warm and wet, slid kisses across my collarbone and over my breasts before taking my nipple in his mouth and teasing with rolling licks. When he thrusted two fingers into me, my hips bucked.
“You’re so wet.”
“I know. I’m always wet for you…Blah, blah,” I teased him. “Now, stop talking and just fuck me already.”
“My wife, you have quite the dirty mouth,” he growled. “God, I love you.”
“And I love you.”
I pressed my lips against his, pulling him into a hot, demanding kiss. I kissed him until my lips were puffy and swollen. Sliding his body over mine, he slipped between my legs. My hands pushed through his hair, holding him close.
“I need you, Ronan. I need you inside me.”
“Always, my beauty,” he whispered before kissing me and nearly taking my breath away.
Ronan gave me his love, the greatest gift I’d ever received—a love that had healed my heart and repaired my soul. He gave me hope, strength, and more. It was unlike anything I had ever known existed. The intimate moments, the small things, our children, and this real life we had carved out of tinsel, tears, love, and laughter all under the golden lights of Hollywood.
It was everything I hadn’t known I’d wanted, and it was more than anything I’d ever dreamed.
And we never let it go.
Well this is about to be super long, because this book might not have happened had it not been for the support of this amazing group of people. Writing Perfectly Scripted was bittersweet for many reasons, but mainly because I had to say goodbye to two characters that love exponentially. Originally, my vision for The Scripted Series was three parts, but the more I thought about it, it felt right to end their story in a sequel. Even though this is the end, that doesn’t mean there won’t be short stories, a novella, or maybe someday even another book. Who knows where this journey will take me. Thank you for loving Ronan and Holliday’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it and sharing it with all of you.
Firstly, I must thank my husband, Kevin, for all your love and support. Thank you for listening to my ideas for this story and for helping me brainstorm. Mostly, thank you for never letting me give up on my dreams! I love you.
Next, I have to mention My Editor, Mickey Reed, THANK YOU! Thank you for your guidance, encouragement and for taking my love of ellipses on a case by case basis. I appreciate your patience for my “listy writing” and my love for descriptions.
Neda Amini at Ardent Prose PR— I cannot say thank you enough for helping me promote this book (series) that I love so much. Thank you for allowing me to ask a mountain of questions and for putting the fear in those pesky scammers aka “asshats.”
For L.J. Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations – Once again you have designed an extremely beautiful cover that captures the dreaminess of this series. I cannot thank you enough for bringing the “modern fairytale” to life with your art.
To AJ – I’m just going to say it right now – I love you and your face. “Sorry.” Whenever I call, text, tweet, send you a message on Facebook or G-chat, you come running, and I can never say thank you enough for your friendship and support. What started out as two people beta reading for another, has become something much greater. Without our endless ramblings and epic virtual cocktail hours, which may or may not include sending pictures of Jai, Richard, Jamie, and any other hotties we find for “research and inspiration” purposes, where would I be? #Heartsong #GoodForYou #MorningsHere (We need more hashtags).
For Rachel Blaufeld and Fabiola Francisco #AuthorSquadGoals (lol) — you both inspire me every fucking day. {Yep, I said fuck}. Ha! Both of you have been a huge support for me and my books. Truly, I value that, and I can never say thank you enough. Thank you for all the positivity and constant encouragement for writing. I am honored to call you both my friends. xoxoxoxo And Fab, the greatest hashtag ever #RonanIsAKeeper (I need to put that on a mug or something).
And to my dear friends, Danielle Hartle, Jen Maynard, Jennifer Mason Knuth, Melissa Ingersoll, and Alicia Fitch— Your endless support and love for my books means the world to me. Thank you for telling all your friends that they better read my books or else. Every little message of encouragement means the world to me. I love you all.
For Alison Rian and Kelly Emery, it should be noted that thanks to #FuckinJenny I had a surge of writing “epic-ness” after Vegas. Meme’s make everything better!
For Cori Hoffhien— Thank goodness for booze, books, and social media. I cannot express how wonderful it has been to reconnect with you after all t
hese years. Your feedback and love for my stories has helped me to continue to write every day. Thank you for patiently reading chapter by chapter and sending me detailed beta notes. xoxoxoxo
Endless appreciation to my friends old and new, online friends, and all the fan girls— Amy N., Jennifer C., Tiffany R., Carolyn, Alice, McKenzie, Naomi, Diana H., Joni, Chantel, Yvi, Kerry-Ann, Brande L., Tammy-Ann, Michelle W., Amy B., Emily C., Christy A., Caroline, Heidi, Kathy K., Leslie R., Lisa D. and Holly P. who have continually asked for #MoreRonan #INeedRonanNow ***Keep Sending me pics of Ronan… err uhmm Richard Madden.
To My Fan Guy, Logan – I am so very glad there are Men who still believe in romance and the art of the “woo.” Holliday is forever your girl. Xo (But, also Princess Eleanor is as well) #TheRoyals
For the fabulous members of Christy’s Classy Lit Chicks Facebook group, we’re just getting started with our shenanigans, but I look forward to more epic discussions.
To my Author Friends who continue to support me, Skyla Madi— the Hoe to my Boat also #LetsHeadButtSomeKangaroosWithRussellCrowe #AriGoldIsMyAgent, Kate Canterbary— Those Walsh Boys – YUM! And Shannon = #LadyBoss, K.I. Lynn— Thank you for giving us Nathan Thorne who serves as the OG of dirty talking inspiration. #NoKetchupEVER #PicklesAreAMust, Jamie Summer— First, I am completely over the moon excited for your debut novel! Second, #YouGetKitIWillTakeRichard, Micki Fredricks, #TackleHug, Ashley Erin— #FriendsLobster #WeWereOnABreak #NoAssholesAllowed, Annabel Fanning, Tara Vanflower, Ann Serafini, S.R. Cordova, Pawnie Santana, Dina Littner, Stephanie John, Nicky D. White, Salem Archer, and Rachel Smith – We will work on your hashtag game this year. Thank you all for your support! Every re-tweet, Facebook share and post means the world to me. #Gratitude
Endless appreciation for the Amazing Bloggers, who have helped introduce this series to romance lovers, book whores, and guilty pleasure seekers— all my love, and heartfelt thanks. I want to send you all a box of wine for all the support you give to Indie Author’s like me. For The Love of Books and Alcohol, Smutty Book Friends, Kez’s Korner, Read & Writing Between The Wines Blog, BBF – Book Boyfriend{s}, Jo&Isalovebooks, My Girlfriend’s Couch, Romance Bytes, Revenge of the Feels, Britt’s Book Blog, Luv My Books, Red’s Hot Reads, Love Danielle’s Escape, Book Fancy Blog, Beneath The Covers Blog, Confessions of a Y.A. and N.A. Book Addict, BookLust Blog, Books and Beyond Fifty Shades, Wendy’s Book Obsession, No Books Left Behind, BF Bookies, She Hearts Books, and Biblio Belle’s.
I am so grateful for all my readers — the best ever! Thank you so much for your excitement about my books, and especially for reading and recommending them to your friends, sisters, cousins, bookish pals, loved ones and co-workers. I am humbled and inspired by your kind words every day. xoxoxo
You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol
Running To Stand Still by U2
Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest
Drive by The Cars
Fire by Kasabian
Yours by Ella Henderson
Sugar by Maroon 5
Ride by Chase Rice featuring Macy Maloy
More Than This by Roxy Music
Without You by David Guetta featuring Usher
Waiting Game by Banks
This Woman’s Work by Greg Laswell
Lay Me Down by Sam Smith and John Legend
Can’t Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Never Tear Us Apart by INXS
Love On Top by Beyonce
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? By Idina Menzel
Christy Pastore lives in the Midwest with her husband, two lovable dogs and their crazy cool cat. When she's not writing flirty and dirty books or updating her celebrity fashion blog, she loves shopping online, binge watching her favorite shows and daydreaming.
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Table of Contents
COPYRIGHT NOTICE
BOOKS BY CHRISTY PASTORE
ABOUT THE BOOK
DEDICATION
QUOTE FROM KATHARINE HEPBURN
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PLAYLIST
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Table of Contents
COPYRIGHT NOTICE
BOOKS BY CHRISTY PASTORE
ABOUT THE BOOK
DEDICATION
QUOTE FROM KATHARINE HEPBURN
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PLAYLIST
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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