by K. L. Jessop
“Are you happy?” Lucas asks, as he kisses my head. His muscles pop out from his sleeves while his tanned skin illuminates his white shirt.
“I’ve never been happier,” I say as I cuddle into him, which is true. Andrew and I have come a long way and each day spent with him is better than the last.
“You deserve to be happy and all loved up; it makes that sparkle in your eye twinkle more. I’m proud to call you my little sister.”
I pull back to look at him with narrowed eyes. “When was the last time you got laid? Because this nice shit you’re doing is a little creepy.”
He laughs. “I can assure you I’m getting all the pussy that a man can take, thank you.”
“Do you love her?”
He screws his face up. “The chick from Rock Waves? Fuck no.”
“Then you’re clearly not getting great sex. enough. Sex is a better when you’re in love.”
“That’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve heard all year.”
“She’s right, though,” Marcus adds handing him a beer. “There’s fucking a woman and there’s fucking the woman you love. There’s no comparison. You should try it.”
Lucas leaves his seat. “Jesus, I’m surrounded by love whores. I’m going to talk to Rosa: at least we’re on the same wave length with dirty talk and one nightstands.”
“Dude, seriously!” Marcus’s face is a mixture of disgust and embarrassment. I giggle into my champagne glass.
“Where’s Lucas going?” Amelia asks as her and Andrew return.
“I mentioned the word love and he practically had a cold sweat.”
“You really need to stop teasing him like that,” Andrew says, kissing me on the forehead and taking my hand. “Come dance with me.”
“On tables?” I tease, as he helps me up.
“Let’s stick with the sand; I don’t want any hips broken.”
“Feeling old?” I grin. Soft music from the portable disco area plays out across the beach as Andrew holds me against him. The soft ripple of the waves and the warm lighting of lanterns provide the romantic feel for the day we’ve shared together.
“I’m just being practical. The last thing I want to do is spend the evening in hospital when I should be at home making love to my wife on our wedding night.”
His wife.
It feels so serial. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing that. I never pictured myself as a lover, let alone somebody’s wife. Andrew proposed to me on Valentine’s day when we spent another break at the cabin. He filled the entire outside area with nightlights and lit a fire while champagne chilled next to the love seat. It was perfect and had me balling my eyes out with how romantic he was. I didn’t think my heart could get any bigger at that point until I saw him waiting for me to marry him today. Tears filled his eyes as I made my way towards him in my bohemian style wedding dress with lace, pearls and a high leg slit. Lucas too was a little overwhelmed, not that he’d admit it. Apparently, the wind caused sand to blow in his eye.
“I love you,” I sigh, as I rest my head on his chest and pull him closer. I look around at those that have gathered here for us today. These few people in my life are so important to me and I’m grateful for their love. Falling in love and being this happy was nothing more than a childhood dream, but becoming a wife is something that I can’t even begin to put into words. Marrying Andrew has made my life complete, and he too has relaxed into a world of tranquillity and adoration. We’ve come a long way together, and I love him more each day. He is my best friend and my saviour, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him by my side.
“You know that slit up the side of your dress is doing crazy shit to me. Any higher and you’ll be showing your panties.”
I smile, look up at him and whisper. “Who says I’m wearing any?”
His eyes go wide and a shit-eating grin spreads across his face. With a playful growl, he tilts me back in his arms and buries his face into the crook of my neck, scratching my skin with the scruff of his jaw and causing me to squeal with laughter.
I was speaking the truth to Lucas earlier, because right here in the arms of my husband and with the love we have for each other I truly haven’t been happier.
The End.
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Acknowledgements
Well here we are again. Third book in just over a year. It's gone so fast.
This has been an incredible journey as each day I learn something new, and I’m fortunate enough to be a part of this author world with some amazing talented people.
This book wasn't an easy one to write. Andrews regularly stopped talking to me just like he did with Megan, and had me crying on numerous occasions but we got there in the end. I love him now.
I always struggle with this kind of thing because I never know what to say and worry I miss people out. So if I do I sorry and I love you.
I would like to kick this off my thanking my family and very close friends. You guys have been my rock this past year in many ways and I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without you. Thank you for supplying me with vodka and tissues. X
To the girl that make my smile each day in the writing world.
Brooke O’Brien - thank you for my lifeline across the pond, you are crazy and I love you. X
Kelsey Jensen - my vodka sister. You and O’Brien constantly make me laugh and I love waking up to your alcohol related Facebook messages. X
Katie Fox - for going above and beyond. Thank you for teaching me everything I didn't know and most of all thank you for being you because you are seriously awesome. X
Eleanor Lloyd-Jones - Thank you for bringing my book to life when I was about to throw it out the window. X
Thank you to my beta readers, Katie, Liza, Elaine, Mindy, Kim, Ann, your advice and support has made this book what it is today.
To Najla for your incredible designing. Each cover you do I love more.
To Lindee Robinson and your photography skills, keep up the amazing work.
Thank you to my readers and supporters thank make this book world great!!
Thank you, thank, thank you. Xxxx
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Found By You
You can be the strongest amongst many but it only takes one person to break you.
Each year I end it thinking a change is going to come. It had to come.
Only the last eight years I’ve clearly offended the devil somehow as he’s decided to pile some form of crap on my shoulders since the year I turned eighteen. Loss, betrayal, fears - I have been through it all. Life can change in an instance, ripping out your heart and soul and leaving you the shell of the person you once were. A shell that simply cannot be fixed.
After years of suffering from the loss of her mother and the betrayal of two men, Amelia thought she was damaged for life. Ruled by anxieties and self-help remedies of Tequila chasers with her best friend, Amelia settled into her new life at the coast and a job she loved.
Men were never again on her radar. They hurt her in every possible way. That was until she found herself in the arms of a stranger. His generosity was foreign to her; his ability to make her trust was overwhelming. Finally, as her life took a turn for the better, Amelia could see a future and a possibility of a happy ending she so desperately craved. However, like her past, everything c
hanges in an instant, and how would she survive if it should come crashing down around her.
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The Promise of December
Christmas.
That bittersweet word that plays on my mind every goddamn year. Some people love it, I don’t like the fact I still live around it. Like any other child, Christmas for me was the most magical time of all. The winter walks, the smell of fresh cinnamon and candy canes, the excitement in the pit of my stomach where I found it hard to sleep. I loved that.
But once you reach adulthood you soon realise that life is cruel and fairy tales are bullshit! And at twenty-one, that magic and belief were torn from my grasp and I suddenly wanted to be that little girl again.
December now means nothing. Christmas hurts. And the only coldness I feel is what’s congealed around my heart. Nothing would change, and no one could change it.
Then I met him.
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About the Author
Kate has lived in South West England her entire life just on the edge of Dartmoor where the moorland goes on for days. It's beautiful, breath-taking and occasionally rather wet.
She is a dyslexic author and finds things challenging which often leads to banging her head against the wall or searching for vodka. Kate loves anything creative, probably swears way more than she should and must be the only woman in history to hate clothes shopping. I know, right?!
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
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
Author Thanks
Acknowledgements
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