around the edges.
Some thought them
careless.
careless.
Some thought them
crazy.
crazy.
No one approved.
Taylor Barrett was looking for answers in a universe that
had abandoned him.
had abandoned him.
Jude Boehler flooded her dark world with charisma and
mystery, drawing everyone into her hurricane.
mystery, drawing everyone into her hurricane.
It was a most captivating of love affairs. They were
shooting stars, meteors in the sky, colliding to create a spectacularly
wonderful reckless romance, leaving them breathless and tethered.
shooting stars, meteors in the sky, colliding to create a spectacularly
wonderful reckless romance, leaving them breathless and tethered.
But that’s what Love
does.
does.
Their souls were exposed to the chaos, bare and vulnerable.
Can these two star-crossed lovers survive the madness that is life?
Can these two star-crossed lovers survive the madness that is life?
EXCERPT
“I’m going to want all of you. I want all your secrets and
your soul.”
She squirmed beneath him, forgiving him of his own sin of
denying her his secrets, as he lowered himself. “Don’t you know, Hazel? You’ve
had all of me all along.”
He kissed her just above where she really wanted him.
Teasing her. “You’re getting demanding.” Kiss.
“I can’t help it. You created a monster.”
“You’re lucky I find you so delectable.”
She knew exactly how fortunate she was. “I am. I’m the
luckiest girl in the—” She gasped when he kissed her exactly where she had
wanted. “Oh God, Hazel. I’m so
lucky.” The tips of her fingers dragged slowly up her body as she murmured,
“Lucky. Lucky. Luck! E.”
Shortly after, the starburst whitened the insides of her
lids, and she returned the favor. He was left helplessly at her mercy until his
body was teetering on the edge of ecstasy and what felt like death. Jude got up
and kissed his chest. “I want you, babe, inside me.”
He sat up. “You want me? You get me on my terms. On your
hands and knees.”
Her body clenched in anticipation. Even though they have had
passionate sex, even some rough, play that was fun, he had never made demands
of her. But she liked it. She liked feeling wanted sexually. Positioning
herself, she felt his warm palms glide over her back and bottom before she felt
a gentle pressure. Her breath was pushed out as he pushed in, holding her
steady by the hips.
~ REVIEW ~
S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures. Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.
Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.
Her novels include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.
She welcomes your notes at sl@slscottauthor.com.
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