I’ve had another book included in one of the lovely “Gemstone Collections” from the What To Read After 50 Shades of Gray folks. WTRAFSOG Gemstone Collection Number 8 to be exact!
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Dane Coulter is mourning the loss of his best friend, fellow Special Ops buddy, Cody. Oh, Cody didn’t die. It’s worse. He’s getting married. Cody is, in Dane’s opinion, whipped. Dane swears he will never suffer the same fate. Whipped by Sabrina York
Emily arrives at Westbury Hall to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse
A submissive once, a submissive forever? Two people, horribly scarred by the excesses of the BDSM lifestyle and hiding from their true selves, meet across a desk over a simple contract. All bets are off. Shut Out by Liz Crowe
Billionaire oil heiress Elle Anderton is desperate to protect her heart—and her trust fund. Darren Phillips is equally desperate to prove that his love for her is real. In Kiki Wellington’s Unusual, their love tests turn kinky and take them both to sexual places they’ve never gone before.
Caris just wants to get her daughter back when she starts working as the nanny. She doesn’t expect to fall in love with Dom, the brother of the man who stole her baby and will stop at nothing to hurt her. Undercover Mother by Kit Tunstall
Harshly dumped by her fiancé, and spending her Caribbean honeymoon alone, Laurie decides to chill out and make the best of things. Sex and romance are all around her and soon she’s not only watching other lovers at play, she’s sharing sensual pleasure with not one man, but two. At the same time! Power of Three by Portia Da Costa
She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts. For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises. Make Me Surrender by Tina Donahue
One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is an explosive personal account of Suz de Mello‘s experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.
Shunned by her family back home, Kelly Cavenaugh follows her best friend to New York with aspirations to start over. Kelly may be a lot of things: intelligent, sexy, vivacious, and a great friend, but the one thing she’s determined to prove to herself and others is that she’s not promiscuous. So why do a spoiled rich boy with a dark past and a former Marine with a high-powered job have to come along and try to break her resolve? Kelly’s Quest by Jennifer Ann
Join Summer on her journey of sexual self-discovery; a well written, intelligent and sexy series about the beginning of her sensual, sultry love affair with life, and all the joys of being a woman. Summer’s Journey by WTRAFSOG founder Summer Daniels
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We are hosting a little par-tay tomorrow on Facebook. I’ll be hosting a couple of times, once at 10 a.m. for an hour and again 7-9 p.m. (that’s Monday, 11/24).
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Today I welcome author E.J. Hanagan to the Books, Beer & More Blog to talk about her new release: Saving Jason…. Be sure and read all the way through to learn more about this compelling-sounding novel. There is a link to a rafflecopter contest at the end. The author is giving away a $50 Starbucks Card to one randomly selected winner!
My debut novel, Saving Jason, depicts the strain that PTSD can cause on a family and relationships. Jason Barnes, the main character, is a combat veteran who suffers from severe PTSD. The story is told from two different perspectives-one is his current girlfriend and the other is his ex-wife. While Jason appears to be a free spirit with an upbeat personality, the reader gains insight to the anguish that silently haunts him. As the story unfolds, Jason’s secrets surface and you learn that there are always different sides to a story and it takes every character in the novel to ultimately save Jason.
Having been in the military myself, I’ve had several friends experience the harsh realities of war and I’ve witnessed firsthand what it can do to a person. Those in combat forces are trained to be strong and always put on a brave face. They signed up to not only defend their country but also their fellow soldiers. Oftentimes even those with severe PTSD won’t admit their pain because that means that they will be taken off of a battlefield that they have built bonds on. In some sense, the combat itself is the easy part for them, but when they come home, it’s another story. They are thrown into a world of normalcy but their minds are still trying to dig through the turmoil of what they experienced in combat. An example of this is the 4th of July. While the rest of the country celebrates the 4th of July with fireworks and some delicious beer, these vets go into hiding as the sound of the blasts in the sky take them right back to the front line. While there are a lot of great organizations out there backing up PTSD education, it still somehow falls under the radar more than it should.
While this is fiction, Jason’s character is based on a close friend of mine. While PTSD has been the result of several wars, and has affected far too many soldiers, it has slipped under the radar because the world has yet to have a firsthand glimpse into how it alters families and relationships. My hope is that Saving Jason will contribute to helping educate the world on this hot topic.
Jason Barnes is a free spirit. Underneath that fun-loving surface lurks a severe case of PTSD, his personal souvenir from the war on terror. After his young marriage breaks up, he bounces from girlfriend to girlfriend, never allowing himself to get too close, all while maintaining a friendship with his ex-wife, Samantha Colton.
Everything changes when he meets Abby Jacobsen, a smart and sassy artist – but with love comes jealousy, and Abby doesn’t stand for Jason’s cozy friendship with Samantha. Two hours after a heated argument causes Jason to storm out of their apartment, Abby receives a phone call from the intensive care unit of a New Hampshire hospital. The hospital walls close in on Abby and Samantha as they are forced to make tough decisions while trying hard not to kill each other. The two form a rare bond when Emma Jane, Jason’s mom, arrives on the scene. Three weeks after Jason’s accident, Abby is left alone and hovering over a handful of positive pregnancy tests. During her pregnancy, Abby works with Samantha to dig up clues of Jason’s past. As the truth is discovered, their worlds are irreversibly changed.
An emotionally-moving look at PTSD and the intersection of three lives, Saving Jason is a riveting glimpse into unexpected friendships and the ripples we leave without our knowledge.
It seldom rains in southern California, which is why the balmy, wet air had struck me that day as a sign that something was about to go terribly wrong. I wound and dipped along the winding road of Camp Pendleton, taking the turns more slowly than ever before. Although I had driven this route a thousand times in the past two years, I felt the need to go more slowly, to prolong saying goodbye to Jason. As soon as I pulled into the entrance labeled “Location of Departure,” a million emotions invaded me all at once, and the tears began to trickle, ever so gently down my cheeks.
“Alright, this is it.” Jason, far too happy to be going off to war, said as he leaned in for one sweet, subtle goodbye kiss. Opening the back door of our tiny VW Golf, Jason retrieved his pack and hauled it on his back effortlessly as I met him on the passenger side of the car. I remember the sound of the wet, rocky dirt crunching beneath my feet. Knowing Jason all too well, I tried to avoid a sappy emotional goodbye scene. Instead, I gathered a last bit of strength and wrapped my arms around him. Burying my face in his freshly issued desert camouflage uniform, I allowed a few tears to slip out, leaving them behind on his collar as if to send him off with a piece of me.
“I love you. I’ll be fine. Remember, this is what I was trained to do. This is what I signed up for.” He enveloped my face in his strong, callused hands.
“Just don’t die, okay? Promise me that. Promise me.”
“I promise you. I love you always.” I love you always: the four words we so conveniently passed back and forth since we first started dating. The four words that served as a goodbye on all phone calls and somehow managed to cure all our disagreements
About the author:
EJ Hanagan is a fitness fanatic, obsessive reader and animal lover. She currently lives in a sleepy little beach town just outside of Boston with her husband, their new aughter, and the family’s two giant Newfoundland dogs. After spending four years in the Air Force, she put her fire for fitness to good use and worked as a personal trainer while attending college. EJ credits the amazing, brave people she met in the military for giving her the passion and focus to raise awareness for veterans with PTSD. Her hope is to bring the invisible scars of war to the surface through her writing and community involvement.
You can learn more about EJ, her books, and her charity work at www.ejhanagan.com.
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Dead on Her Feet
by Lisa Fernow
What happens when a dancer violates the tango code?
Tango instructor and chronic rule-breaker Antonia “Ant” Blakeley has no respect for authority. So when a much-hated member of the Atlanta tango community is stabbed in the middle of the dance floor, leaving her troubled nephew Christian first on the list of suspects, the last thing she wants to do is use her tango expertise to help the police work out how someone could have struck the fatal blow, unseen. As someone who has experienced police incompetence first hand Antonia doesn’t trust them to find the real killer. So she lies to give Christian an alibi, and the coverup begins.
Unfortunately for Ant, former marine Detective Sam Morrow is on the case and he will do whatever it takes to solve the crime. He’s not about to let Antonia hijack his case. As both Ant and Sam investigate (or in Ant’s case, interfere), the two sleuths are about to find out the more antagonistic meaning of “it takes two to tango.”
Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area, Atlanta
THE ELEGANTLY SUITED ANTIQUES DEALER stood on a slab of bedrock jutting out into the Chattahoochee River and gazed out at Devil’s Race Course Shoals. The water level had been unseasonably low that July so he had been able to walk out practically into the middle of the channel without wetting his dress shoes.
In a few minutes the sun would set and the park would officially close. The water enthusiasts would pull their rafts from the rapids and the hikers would turn back on their trails to return to their cars and eventually, reluctantly, to civilization. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Getting out into nature, far removed from his normal milieu, normally helped him to clear his mind but the Argentina business was different. Shameful. What should he do? Calling in the police was out of the question. He tried to play out the alternatives, weighing the consequences of each.
The thunder grew louder.
He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed a number he knew better than to call but the unaccustomed wine he’d drunk at dinner overrode his better judgment. The phone rang five times. Finally a message came on instructing him to leave his name.
He said, “I need to talk to you. It’s important. Pick up. Pick up.”
He rambled into the phone at length as darkness fell, failing to notice that the river had begun to rise.
About the Author:
Lisa Fernow grew up on the classic mysteries of Ngaio Marsh and Elizabeth Peters. Lisa has danced Argentine tango since 1996, studying with such legendary masters as Cacho Dante, Susana Miller, and Brigitta Winkler, as well as other inspiring instructors in Atlanta, Seattle, and Portland. Lisa’s short story,Death of a Tango Dancer was featured in King County Library’s Take Time to Read program. She lives in Seattle, Washington. Dead on Her Feet is the first book in a planned series set in the tango world. Read more at www.lisafernow.com.
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To honor those who’ve served our country I want to draw your attention to a slashed priced for a book of mine that features a wounded vet….
Nick Traynor and Ian Donovan spend a lot of time and effort keeping it very hot, only physical, and purely superficial. But when their resolve starts to slip, a woman is tossed into their midst.
Hannah Williams wants nothing more than to do her job until something better comes along, but is forced to own up to her visceral reaction to Ian, her new boss, and later to Nick, his sometimes lover.
Lust has a funny way of turning into companionship, and eventually evolving into a deeper connection. Faced with the internal and external complications of their potential three-way relationship, they begin to heal and trust, to consider that it might work. Then life tosses them a hardball, forcing them back into their respective corners, where each must choose what is most important.
Three people determined not to commit, thrown together by fate and undeniable attraction–their nights heat up and emotions run high in spite of a claimed mutual desire to “keep it simple.” In the process of honest self-discovery, can they learn that while love is never simple, it is definitely worth fighting for?
The dream was back. Nick knew it. Yet he was, as always, unable to stop it. He flinched, inhabiting that in-between state of sleep and wake, of before and after, of a whole Nick and a fractured one. The dream kept coming.
Yelling…fire…sand…pain. Over and over again. He heard it a split second after he spotted the seemingly innocuous wire on the side of the road. He started to speak, to warn the driver then…yelling…fire…sand… pain became his entire universe. He opened his eyes expecting the bright, hot, blue sky. And saw nothing. He thrashed around, tried to find his weapon, remembered Dan was in the Humvee behind him and panicked all over again. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, and…shit…he couldn’t see. And his right leg was a flaming ball of agony.
His ears rang, but he kept hearing the screams of men and women all around him. With a huge effort, he finally pulled loose from the safety harness and fell over onto all fours, trying to make his eyes and ears function. He felt around on the floor of the truck and connected with what felt like a man’s boot. As he felt his way up, he made contact with the bloodied flesh of the man’s leg, and he soon realized the limb was definitely not attached to anything else. He yanked his hand away, and brought it to his face. The sickening coppery smell of blood made him gag.
He sat, blinking, but his eyes burned and watered so he shut them and kept crawling, trying to find the source of all the yelling. Dan. He had to find Dan. As he called out, picturing the younger man’s handsome face he put his hand out to thin air, and tumbled down to the sand. Yelling and cursing as his knee connected with something sharp sending a fresh bolt of pain up his spine, he froze when he heard it.
He rolled over onto his side, felt around, keeping his eyes clenched shut to spare the agony of trying to force them to work, and attempted to stand. The horrific stench of burning flesh suffocated him. He held out a hand again, hoping to find something to grab onto to guide him back to the truck Dan had been in. “Nick!” the voice was hoarse, weak, but he recognized it.
He and Chief Warrant Officer Daniel Anderson had been together for nearly two years. Dan was from Ohio, career military, and a computer super geek, like Nick. They were both high up on the “need to know” list and were able to manipulate more information between them than was probably healthy and led the small, secretive counter intelligence effort in this particular corner of hell.
Nick was due to rotate back to the states in two weeks, and Dan was going to join him when he finished his tour a year later. Nick was as close to being in love as he would allow himself to admit with the tall, dark and handsome fellow Marine. The sound of Dan’s voice fading to his left in the chaos was freaking him the fuck out. That, and the fact he still could not see no matter how much he rubbed his eyes. His nasal passages and throat burned, but he ignored it all and dropped back to all fours, muscling through the agonizing pain in his knees and hips and half-crawled, half-dragged towards the sound. “Nick,” Dan coughed, just as Nick put a hand on what he hoped like hell was Dan’s arm, still connected to his torso. The yelling had mostly stopped, leaving in its wake a terrifying silence punctuated by the snap and crackle of flames and the yammering of a radio somewhere to his right.
“Nick,” Dan croaked out, “I’m…shit….” He made a terrifying noise somewhere between a sob and a moan of pain. Nick dragged him up, held him close.
“Shh, I’ve got it. Help me find the com. I can’t fucking see anything.”
Dan groaned. The metallic odor of blood filled Nick’s nose again, making him want to puke. His hand found Dan’s, and he tried to remain calm, to remember his years of training. “Your face…” Dan whispered.
“I know how good looking I am. Now help me find the com.” Nick grunted in pain when he started to stand again, his leg singing out a clear tune of torment. He shook, called on his inner reserve of Marine-instilled calm, took a breath, and let Dan grab his arm. If only he could just see.
Plus one more excerpt ’cause I want you to want this book!
Rated NC17 (this is a “menage love story” ya know)….
Hannah stared around at the happy group at the reception. Beer rock stars abounded, as befitted the celebration of the nuptials of two of their own. The tables were gorgeously simple, with cream-colored tablecloths, red roses in the center and rich white china and crystal at every place. But as if in a nose-thumb to convention, the food was a mash up of “gourmet” and “beer snacks” which made for an incredible combination of giant pretzels with beer cheese made from the Ypsi Brewing India Pale Ale, to “burgers” that were actually sliders of lamb with rich blue cheese on top. It was classy to a fault, but over the top, including the five medium sized ice sculptures of beer steins that graced the giant buffet.
She sat back, sipping her beer and watching the party unfold. She should so not have come here, especially not with a Donovan brother. Jesus. She closed her eyes a split second, relishing the way she felt—sated, enervated and tingly with anticipation all at once. She and Ian had been fucking around nearly daily, unable to keep hands off each other, and her body was beginning to adapt, and want more which Ian was eager to accommodate probably more than was strictly necessary.
The words “just this once more” had become a sort of code for “come over here and fuck me.” Which he had, in his office, between fermenters, at his house and once, memorably, in her own office while she was trying to conduct a conference call with her on-the-road sales staff. She sighed, sipped some more and caught Jamie as he barreled by already high on an unlimited supply of cola and cake. “Hey, mister, come sit with me.” She loved this kid there was no doubt about that. His endless supply of positive energy was contagious. She knew Ian stressed over his parenting skills, but she had reassured him more than once that such a happy, comfortable in his own skin little boy did not occur by accident.
“Hannah, lemme go. I want to see the dog.” He squirmed out of her grasp.
“No, Jamie, don’t bother him….” she startled when a warm, wet, distinctly canine nose shoved her arm hard. “Hey,” she said, smiling and scratching the dog between the ears. She looked up, letting her gaze take in the full Marine dress uniform of the man attached to the animal. The crisp, formal clothes seemed to hang on him even though he was fit. It was obvious at one time he had been even bigger. His classical, masculine V-shape was breathtaking. His shoulders were broad but not bulky, his jaw firm, clean and the rest of his face at that moment showed stress that marred it. His golden yellow hair was thick, and touched the collar of the uniform jacket. She bit her lip and dispelled the sudden erotic loop of imagery—Ian and this man, together. “Hi,” she said, holding out a hand. “I’m Hannah.”
His face turned to hers, and his smile was so incredibly sexy and innocent at the same time her heart started hammering in her chest. He held onto her a few seconds longer than was polite. She tugged but he wouldn’t let her go. “I hear your heart,” he said, quietly.
“Oh, wow, that’s…um, cool.” She had no idea what to do with her arms, hands, or heartbeat. Jamie was all over the dog, and Brutus was panting and wagging his tail like mad. The party flowed around them, getting louder by the minute. Suddenly, Hannah wanted to be alone or more precisely she wanted to be alone with the man in front of her. He wore his emotional pain like a medal on his uniform. And something about him compelled her to want to help—or possibly it was because Ian still
loved him. Wow. This could get messy. She squared her shoulder and decided to stick with what usually worked best for—brutally direct. “You must be Nick.”
His grin faded slightly. “Yeah, I guess I am the only blind ex-Marine with a dog date here, huh?”
She leaned into him, determined to keep to the path of directness. “It’s okay. I know about you and Ian”
He stiffened. “Really. Well, tell me something then, Hannah.” He put his lips near her ear. The overwhelming compulsion to put her hands on him made her knees wobbly. She gripped the chair back. The party noises kept ramping up. But she barely heard them, too mesmerized by Nick’s face, voice, and the warm hand in the small of her back. “Tell me what you think you know about me. And Ian.” His lips tickled, making her break out in goose bumps. She turned her head, saw Ian, caught his eye. And it gave her strength.
“I know he loves you.” She said, then took Jamie’s hand and was about to lead him away before she said or did anything she couldn’t take back with the sad-faced, ridiculously handsome blind man in the Marine uniform.
But Nick gripped her arm lighting a small fire on her skin. The dog snuffled around her leg, whining as if sensing his master’s distress. “The hell you say.” He said, his jaw tight. “Besides, he has the smell of you all over him right now. I don’t know if it’s your perfume or shampoo or what, but you smell like rich, sweet honey. And I can tell he’s been dipping into it—into you. Not that I blame him.”
“I don’t wear perfume and use unscented shampoo.” Her knees shook at his innocuous yet sexy words. She ran a fingertip down his face, unable to resist.
“Don’t,” he flinched away. “I’m not interested in your type.” But his low voice said otherwise.
“You say that now….” she muttered, not even believing herself as she spoke. How she’d gone from celibate to caught between two smoking hot men more interested in each other escaped her understanding. But she was full on horny now. And knew who could help her out. Something about Nick’s vulnerable strength made her want to weep, to hold him to her breast, and to climb all over him and fuck him silly at the same time. Jesus, woman you are out of control.
Without exchanging any more words, she let Jamie pull her away. “Where’s your dad?” she said, when he stopped in front of the giant buffet of beer-friendly finger food.
She saw Gavin’s sons hovering in the corner and took Jamie over to them. They smiled at her and took their cousin over to the chocolate fountain. Hannah resisted the urge to stop them, realizing the kid might as well totally OD on sugar. It was a party after all. She looked around, spotted Alyssa and Gavin chatting with a huge group of beer people. Ian was nowhere in sight. And she had never needed him more.
Ian frowned as a shiver slithered down his spine. He sipped, chatted with the owners of a couple of large Midwest breweries and tried to keep a bead on his kid, his date, and Nick. This whole thing was beyond imagining. He couldn’t wait until it was over. He supposed he’d be taking Hannah home, to his house. Gavin and Alyssa were leaving for their honeymoon in a couple of days—Munich, then Belgium, then France. He shook his head at their beer geekiness. The boys were headed back to the west coast, and Ian felt at loose ends, as if this were the precursor to everything changing.
The band was setting up, ready to launch the mild cocktail party to the next stage. That weird tingly sensation hit him again. He looked around, ignoring the people in front of him seeking the red
hair of one and the blond of another. He ended the conversation, wandered back to the bar, and had them pour him another mild lager. He was trying to keep it cool, to be the sober one.
A hand on his waist, that then dropped down to his ass made his cock press against the back of his zipper so fast he gasped, and stepped away from her. “Cut it out,” he muttered into his beer.
“Ian,” Hannah whispered, setting his every nerve ending on edge. “I need you.”
He gripped her arm, pulled her close. “No you don’t,” but he knew what she meant. He grabbed her hand and tugged her away from the crowd, finding the steps down to the basement underneath the club where Gavin and Alyssa were holding their reception. And his body was crying out, fairly screaming for contact with her. He no longer heard the band, or the conversations, or pretty much anything but her voice in his ear as they found a dark corner. This sex-soaked journey they’d embarked on was alarming to him on some level, as if he had to keep their physical contact to maintain some kind of mild emotional connection that he craved.
“Jesus, Red, what’s gotten into you?” he groaned and shoved her skirt up, needing to touch her, to taste her. She smiled and handed him a condom. Experiencing a half second of frustration at the interruption, Ian wondered just how she would feel without the thin latex between them. But he’d declared this a hard and fast rule. Her adaption to it was admirable.
“You have, Ian. God, help me.” She sighed, as he ran his thumb across her lips and stroked into her warm, welcoming grip, shoving her hard up against the wall. “Yes, oh yes.” She gripped his hair, yanked his face to hers and kissed him as she clenched, pulling him over the orgasmic edge fast.
“Shit,” he grunted, gripping her ass and pumping into her. “You are…ah, god.”
She smiled, threaded her fingers in his hair. “Lucky me. I remembered your condoms.”
“Yeah,” he said, burying his face between her breasts. A sweet scent filled his nose, something he’d noticed before around her but that seemed even more intense right now in this illicit hidden space under his brother’s newly married feet. “Hannah,” he sighed.
“Huh,” she said, lifting herself up and off him, zipping him back up and adjusting her dress. “That’s me.”
He pulled the condom off, his face flushed and his heart pounding. He stopped her from fidgeting around with her hair, held her face and stared into her eyes. “You are going to kill me. Or something.”
She bit his lower lip and slipped out from under his touch, like she always did. “Something I’d hope. So you’re around for more.” She took a few steps away as he leaned in the doorway to the storage room, trying to recover and get a grip on his roiling emotions. “Oh, uh, hi, Nick.”
Ian tucked his shirt back in, reassembling himself fast, then looked up and saw him, the man he believed he loved, if he would admit it, standing with a look of disbelief on his face. Ian tried to process the words he spoke. “You know that honey smell I told you about upstairs? It’s even stronger now,” Nick said, leaning into Hannah but keeping his face turned to Ian. Ian started to say something but the sight of Nick’s strong, firm, uniform clad form close enough to Hannah to reach out and hold her close had rendered him utterly speechless. Nick went on. “Sorry to interrupt. But your son is throwing a fit worthy of a pop star diva up there. I was sent to find you. I guess I can thank my dog that I got to catch the last bit of your quickie.”
He put his lips near Hannah’s neck, and Ian saw her tremble. Nick licked his lips, then turned and walked slowly back up the steps. Ian stood, mouth gaping open. Hannah scratched her nose, fiddled with her hair. “Wow.” She said, not looking at him.
“Yeah,” he said, walking past her. But she put a hand on his arm.
“You need to clear the air with him.” She said. “For both of your sakes.” Her eyes were sad, and Ian felt all kinds of shitty at that moment.
“Hannah, I….” He tried to summon the guts to say what he was feeling at that moment—to be utterly honest, as they had declared they would be. They had no emotional connection, at her insistence. And what was washing through him at that moment was nothing but a raw, aching need to watch as Nick kissed Hannah. But the words required to describe that sounded selfish, or depraved.
She touched his cheek then climbed the stairs leaving him alone with his ragged, tumbled thoughts.
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