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Blurb
Beverly
Preston writes the perfect romance hero: sexy-as-hell good guys, the kind you
want to screw your brains out and put a ring on your finger.”
Sinfully sexy, emotionally rich contemporary romance series! Stunning love stories set in exotic destinations such as Bora Bora, Greece, Italy and more. Laugh, cry and fall in love with The Mathews Family one Happily Ever After at a time: with a Hollywood A-list actor, a sexy contractor, an Italian winemaker, and a dream-come-true architect.
Sinfully sexy, emotionally rich contemporary romance series! Stunning love stories set in exotic destinations such as Bora Bora, Greece, Italy and more. Laugh, cry and fall in love with The Mathews Family one Happily Ever After at a time: with a Hollywood A-list actor, a sexy contractor, an Italian winemaker, and a dream-come-true architect.
EXCERPT
Seconds after hearing the click of the front door shutting,
his mouth was at her ear. His fingers slipped beneath the straps on her
shoulder, lifting the dress above her head and tossing it on the end of the
bed.
Spikes of sensual energy gathered between them. Reed nuzzled
the rasp of his stubble into the sensitive spot on her neck and her skin came
to life beneath his firm yet gentle touch. Tremors chased down her spine and
desire ached between her thighs. Never in her life had JC been so completely in
tune with the bodily forces filling her physically and emotionally.
A slight giggle dissolved into a soft gasp as one arm
crossed beneath her breast, pulling her closer. Gooseflesh covered her body as
his lips traversed the slope of her neck and shoulder, revisiting receptive
areas he’d pursued the night before.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured. Reed pressed the shape
of him, rearing and stiff, against the small of her back. Her head listed back
against his chest, followed a soft ambiguous cry of need. “How do you do that
to me?”
He turned her to face him, cupping the tender curve of her
breast. “Darlin’, in few minutes, you’re not gonna give a damn.”
Heat.
Heat spread everywhere, engulfing her senses in flames of
desire. Draping her wrists over his shoulder, she raised on her tippy-toes,
searching for his lips. Reed resisted her fervent urges, pulling back, not
allowing her the passionate kiss she yearned for. He stared into her eyes,
capturing her spirit with his ice blue eyes. Zings of pleasure chased though
her and JC feared she might melt before they even started.
Unspoken words drifted between them.
Reed’s unconditional acceptance disarmed her. He accepted
her commitment phobias, occasional neurotic tendencies, her fears of love, her
mishaps in life and bad judgments. He understood her implicitly and appreciated
her exactly as she was.
Her heart pounded. Excitement and nervousness mingled
through her emotions. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned into his chest and
his hands played over her slowly, tortuously igniting a new passion within. She
quivered and stumbled, falling onto the chaise behind her.
He started toward her hungrily, but she shook her head.
“No?” he asked with a questioning grin.
“No.” She shook her head again. “This isn’t exactly how I
pictured this. You make me too damn nervous.” She pointed toward the bathroom.
“Can you please give me two minutes?”
He bent, securing her to the hide with his thigh between her
legs, possessing her mouth with long, intimate licks of his tongue. “I’ll give
you three,” he assured, releasing her from his kiss and sauntering into the
bathroom.
JC leapt to her feet, pacing in circles in nothing more than
her white cheeky panties. “What the hell is wrong with me?” Stopping midstride,
she shook out her trembling limbs. “You can do this! Pull yourself together.”
She took a few deep breaths, trying to ward off the tension
looming close the surface of her thoughts. Her limbs felt weighted and
encumbering, restricting her body from its natural rhythmic flow of sensual
language. He’s just a man. I’ve kissed
dozens of men! You’ve already had sex with him. Don’t be chicken!
She bent over, tousling her hair through her fingers and
flipped her head back, letting the long caramel layers cascade down her back in
sexy loose pieces.
JC plopped onto the chaise, strumming her fingers on the
hide. Yeah, but damn what a man!
Nestling back into the hide, she draped her hands above her
head. Unable to find the right position, she fidgeted awkwardly. “This is not
comfortable,” she grumbled. “Oh, my God. What is wrong with me?”
Irritated by her own anxiety and gracelessness, she flopped
to the opposite end of the chaise. Her long legs and feet dangled over the
arched back and her head hung over the foot of the lounge.
Sunbeams pushing through the glass door swept across her
body. Her eyes drifted shut and she drew in a deep, full breath of air and then
another. The scent of his skin lingered with the warmth of the sun, caressing
her senses and calming her nerves.
She startled when Reed gently placed his hand on the outside
of her thigh. His naked hip brushed against her skin when he sat beside her.
Her eyes remained closed as the coolness from his hand slid along her waist to
her breast, resting on top of her heart.
“I know…” she panted breathily. JC placed her hand over his.
“Just feel you in here.”
“That’s right, darlin’”
“I don’t know why you make me so nervous.”
“Just relax.”
Feeling his avid stare burning through closed lids and the
weight of his hand dip to her breast, she slipped her tongue across her lips
sensually.
“You make me nervous too,”—his breath fractured—“JC.”
Her eyes opened when he called her by name.
“We’ll figure it out together.”
Feelings of passion and adoration flourished, stringing
tightly around her heart. She nodded.
“Goddess,” he hummed, wiggling his brow. The back of his
hand traced lazily over her jaw and earlobe. He leaned closer, nearly kissing
her before halting. “You’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
#1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston
has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title
Domestic Engineer. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband
Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her
children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a
minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that
surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.
If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin
bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance
stories.
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