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Cover Reveal: Color Blind by Leigh Lennon

Title: Color Blind
Series: Fans of Football #1
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Release Date: June 22, 2018

Blurb
Liz
A bond. A connection. Our difference in color didn’t matter; we were made
for each other. A love so strong nothing could come between us—until someone
did. Faced with an ultimatum, I made the only decision I could but it was never
about skin color, for me. Saying good-bye to him left me in pieces, never to be
the same without him.
Now, many years later, I am face to face with the man no one could ever compare
to. The feelings I’ve pushed aside for him threaten to boil over. I must fight
them. I can’t go back. I need to protect my family, myself.
Israel
Here I am, face to face with the one that got away, the one that
abandoned me, the one no other woman could measure up to. I still need to know
why she left. Did she leave me for her family money? Was it my skin color? She
left by choice, leaving me broken. I’ve never been the same without her.
But now that she’s in front of me, I can’t let her get away again. My
slightest touch leaves her covered in goose bumps. Liz is using everything she
has not to give in. I hope she will. I need her to be mine, to once again
be my Buttercup.

Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Release Blitz: Stockholm by Leigh Lennon

Title: Stockholm
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2018

Blurb
What happens when your captor becomes your savior?
Mikayla Miller wakes up one morning, bound to a bed, in a farmhouse in
Alberta, Canada, with no recollection of how she got there.
When she comes face to face with her captor, Mikayla can’t deny the
instant chemistry between them. The man she only knows as Nolan insists he’s
her protector, but lives by his own unique moral compass.
As the days turn into months, Nolan’s touch, his words, and the way he
looks at her, ignite her body and soul. No matter how hard Mikayla fights
their unmistakable connection they share, she begins to fall for him, and a new
woman is created in her place.
Back in the small town where Mikayla disappeared, two women reel from a
shattering loss. When letters suddenly start appearing from Mikayla,
twelve years later, they are left wondering why she’d choose her abductor over
her own family.
Love is complicated, and messy;
but sometimes the heart can’t help what it wants.

For Mikayla Miller, it never was a choice.
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Excerpt


Deep down, Mikayla understood Nolan was taking over her heart. Ethan, her boyfriend, had come out of nowhere, and she thought their love was the real deal until Nolan appeared in her life.


“No, Mikayla, get that out of your mind,” she said out loud to stun her back to reality.

“Who are you talking to?” Nolan asked, walking by her room.

“Just myself,” she replied.

“I’m not a bad guy, Mikayla,” he said, and she wanted to think of him as a monster, but she couldn’t.

He entered her room, this time without permission, and she didn’t stop him. As she sat with her ass planted on her bed, he walked toward her, stopping when his knees touched hers. She didn’t look at him, but he grasped her chin, tipping her head to his. “You have to know what I feel for you is as real as the snow outside.”

Her eyes tried to avoid his gaze, but the more she felt his stare, the more it drew her eyes to look at his. “Mikayla, tell me to leave the room, and I will.”

She sat silently, not saying a word. “Mikayla, tell me not to touch you, and I won’t.”

Again, she said nothing.

“Mikayla, tell me you don’t have feelings for me, and I will believe you.”

Again, she couldn’t speak. At the moment, she was mute.

“Tell me not to kiss you right now, and I won’t.”

Sitting down next to her, he moved her face to his, leaning his head toward her. “This is it, sweetness, no turning back.” Right then, she leaned in, placing her lips on his as their connection strengthened with their first kiss. It was soft. How could his lips be so tender, she thought as their tongues danced together? She couldn’t pull away. In her mind with her judgment clouded she told herself, I don’t want to stop this, not now, not ever.

Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Cover Reveal: Stockholm by Leigh Lennon

Title: Stockholm
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
Release Date: March 23, 2018

Blurb
What happens when your captor becomes your savior?
Mikayla Miller wakes up one morning, bound to a bed, in a farmhouse in
Alberta, Canada, with no recollection of how she got there.
When she comes face to face with her captor, Mikayla can’t deny the
instant chemistry between them. The man she only knows as Nolan insists he’s
her protector, but lives by his own unique moral compass.
As the days turn into months, Nolan’s touch, his words, and the way he
looks at her, ignite her body and soul. No matter how hard Mikayla fights
their unmistakable connection they share, she begins to fall for him, and a new
woman is created in her place.
Back in the small town where Mikayla disappeared, two women reel from a
shattering loss. When letters suddenly start appearing from Mikayla,
twelve years later, they are left wondering why she’d choose her abductor over
her own family.
Love is complicated, and messy;
but sometimes the heart can’t help what it wants.

For Mikayla Miller, it never was a choice.
Excerpt

After a very quiet dinner where Mikayla and Nolan barely spoke, she’d found a blanket and snuggled up on the couch in the den. With her knees tucked close to her chest, she stared at the snow that seemed as if it would cover the earth for the entire year. In her own world, she was dozing off here and there, as she’d still been recovering from her illness. Hearing a loud clank on the ottoman, she yanked her head back and saw he’d thrown a deck of cards on it. “What the hell, Nolan? After your little tantrum, I need a break from you.”


“We’ve had a break all day, sweetness, and I want to play a game.” His hot and cold personality was more than she’d be able to take in the upcoming months.

“By all means, Nolan wants to play a game, so let me hop up right now and be at your fucking beck and call! Do you always get your way?” Mikayla had shed the blanket and was standing toe-to-toe with Nolan.

Grabbing the cards and placing them in her hands, he replied, “You’re here, so you answer that question.” He sat down across from Mikayla as she started to shuffle. “Wow, you can really shuffle; you could be a Las Vegas dealer.”

Flipping him off, as he was obviously teasing at all the cards that were being flipped by her butterfingers, she gave him the deck to cut. “What are we playing, asshole?” She always insulted him whenever the emotions he stirred in her were winning against her hatred.

“War but it’s modified a bit. For each win, the winner asks the loser a question they have to answer.”

Mikayla raised her brow. “Anything?”

“Within reason, my little sweetness. But no questions I ask are off-limits to you.”

She was tempted to toss her water at him as she spat, “You really are an dick.”

Setting the deck down and giving her half of it, he replied, “Yes, sometimes, but most of the time, I’m gentle and sweet, and I can do things to you if you’d only allow me.”

Her body betrayed her, and she could sense her nipples were hard against the flimsy bra she wore. Nolan was obvious in that he saw the change in her body and winked her way.

Placing down her card, Mikayla watched as he set his down and then she said, “I win.” Tapping her finger against her chin, she teased him, “Um … what to ask you—I know! Is Nolan your real name?”

“No.”

“Are you going to tell me your real name?”

With his lips turned up, he winked and replied, “This will be a free answer, and that’s a no.”

With the next set of cards, she set down a six, and he set down a seven. “My turn, sweetness. Hmm, are you a virgin?”

Quickly, she responded, “No.”

Next turn, she set down a two, and he set down a nine. “I win again. How many men have you slept with?”

“Two.” Before he could respond, she placed down a five, and he placed a queen.

“Fuck!” Mikayla exclaimed.

“Only if you are lucky!” Before she could respond, he took a swig of his beer, and it was odd to see him drinking. He never had, not since they’d been here together. “Do you orgasm easily?”

She laughed. “I’m not answering that, and are you drunk?”

“Nope, just one beer, that’s it. And you have to answer the question.”

“Let’s just say, my partner works hard but also gets rewarded.” She had planned to elicit as much pain as she could with him; if he was going to give it, she’d give it back as painfully. Mikayla put down a king, and Nolan put down a ten. “Finally. Now, how did you come upon me that night when you kidnapped me?”

“Would you believe fate?” Nolan asked, and with a shake of Mikayla’s head, he continued, “It’s pretty much the truth.”

Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Release Blitz: The Sweetest Package by Leigh Lennon

Title: The Sweetest Package
Series: Jake Davis Novella #2
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 10, 2018

Blurb
Jake
Eight days was all we
had.
It was supposed to be
casual; just sex.
Hell, the best laid
plans were blown to pieces
as I found myself
watching my heart drive away.
Sure, I let her go,
but I’ve not been the same since she’s been gone.
Sasha
How can my heart beat
so differently for a man I knew only for eight days?
He let me go. Sure, I
could have stuck around to fight for him.
I should have. Hell,
I wanted to.
But then I understood
what true love really means and I had to choose.
Now I am back,
immersed in his life.
Can he accept
everything I’ve done in the name of love?

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Excerpt
I can’t say
he looks surprised that I’m standing motionless on his front porch. It’s funny,
in the ten days I had been here, I’ve never once used this entrance. My
expression is blank but his is
certainly not. With a small smile covering the scruff that has sprung up since
I left, he extends his hand for me to shake it. All I want to do is deck him,
but I can’t, not until I hear him out.
“I had a
feeling I would see you again,” he says, putting down his hand, as it’s
apparent I won’t be shaking it, not yet. Stepping out of the way, he motions me
in. “You better come on in. This may take a while, Jake,” he plainly states,
knowing what I need.
I look over
my right shoulder and see a fucking iguana. I had hoped the next time I was
here it would be with Sasha by my side. This time I need only one room, instead
of two like we had a few days ago. Shit, how my life has imploded in two days.
I have
never been in the front part of his house before and it’s still adorned with
Christmas decorations. Leading me to the back of the house that looks out to
the veranda and the pool I have fond memories of, I turn to him. “You wanted to
tell me, didn’t you, Mack?”
Shoving his
hands into the pockets of his faded blue jeans, he shrugs. “After the two of
you got back from the Grand Caymans last week, when I met you down at the pool,
I had it in my mind I would tell you. Then you told me you wanted more with
her. I couldn’t take a chance telling you. If you were on the cusp of revealing
your true feelings to her and what you wanted, it would ruin any future the two
of you had.”
“So, you
just let Sylvie manipulate you, with no regard for me?”
He looks
away and I know I’ve hit a cord. “What does she have on you, Mack?” Looking
away again, this is all I need to understand, she has used him. “What the fuck
could be more important than using an innocent woman like Sasha against me,
making me fall for her, just to do Sylvie’s bidding?” I’m now yelling and he
still has not faced me. He avoids looking at me eye to eye, man to man.
Out of
nowhere, the door opens and I hear the familiar voice of Mack’s better half,
“Me, Jake. She has me, that’s what she’s using against Mack.” Turning, I see
the long and lean figure of Mack’s wife, Anna, sobbing as she continues to
explain.
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Ten days.
The Cayman Islands.
A holiday trip to forget the woman I lost.
Suddenly, I’m face to face with the sassiest
and hardest of women, who may be able to make me forget all I left behind.
And I want her!
This vacation is about moving on.
The saucy little ginger flaunting her perfect curvy
body in her next to nothing bikinis can be the distraction I need to forget it
all.
Her fire and brimstone attitude leaves me in
constant arousal.
And she proposes a holiday affair, one I gladly
accept knowing this is a hell of a risk to my already floundering heart.
But in the end, will I be able to say goodbye?
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Now, we sit
in silence as I continue to feel her observation fall upon me, over and over again,
while she doesn’t hide the fact she’s looking at me up and down like I am a
mannequin.
Finally,
being direct, I say, “Um, is there something I can help you with?”
Taking a
sip of my coffee, I’m expecting her to sidestep but no, I should understand her
candidness at this point, as she says, “I was just thinking what it would be
like to fuck you.” My coffee makes its way out of my mouth. It would get all
tens if this were a spitting contest.
“Oh, I
shocked you?” she asks, almost timidly but with the little cocky smirk that is
both behind her mouth, and moving up to those caramel-amber eyes of hers, she’s
not attempting to be shy, not in the least.
“So, tell
me,” I begin. “What have you come up with?” I ask.
Pursing her
lips together, Sasha finally answers. “Um, let me really imagine this in my
mind as I describe it. First, you have a long dick, like super long. It is
thick and will fill me up just fine.” Instantaneously, my super long dick she’s
describing aches. “Next, I would say you love pussy. However, mine is
incredibly delectable.” Fuck, I try not to moan. “Next, I imagine you holding
yourself up with one hand while you’re over me, licking my pussy, bringing me
to a really good orgasm, all while you jerk yourself off. And by the way, if I
had to guess, you’re really good with your tongue.”
I smile
because I’ve been told this on many occasions but at the same time, my balls
ache. She doesn’t say anything and I realize she’s finished. I respond, “I
think that is a possible scenario.”
Standing
up, she gives me a throaty little laugh. “Who knows, this may just be a long
ten days.” She winks then leaves me aching in pain when she retreats to her
bedroom.
Ah, fuck!
This woman might be the death of me.

Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
Author Links
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Release Blitz: Unwanted by Leigh Lennon

Title: Unwanted
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2018

Blurb
Emma


A baby is all I’ve ever wanted.
After almost dying on the operating table,
I despise everything about motherhood,
especially the little girl I brought into this world.
It makes me sound awful; hell; I am awful.
How can I make myself fall in love with a baby
I feel no attachment to?
Tyler


I don’t recognize my wife anymore.
When I thought I might lose Emma during our baby’s delivery;
she survived only to reject the baby I love so much.
When I hold this baby, I fully understand unconditional love.
How do I make the woman I love want this little girl I would
move heaven and earth for.

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Emma:
I open the
door to the guest quarters where we are staying this weekend, and I don’t see
him, but his luggage is in the middle of the little apartment. I hear the
faucet in the bathroom turn on, then off. The door opens, and out walks my
Tyler. He seems to have gained a touch of weight, but it looks good on him, and
his hair is very short. His eyes meet mine, and he stops in front of his
luggage. He comes to me, but it only takes me a second until I kick the door
shut and take off my shirt and he has my bra unlatched.
I don’t say
a word to him, and only crash my mouth to his, while I unbuckle the belt on his
jeans. Within record time, his pants are off, and his large hands are around
me, cupping my ass. He has always been an ass man, but when he trails his
fingertips down my back, massaging my butt slow and deep, my core is instantly
wet. I need to feel him inside me, and we still have not talked. I pull back
and say, “Hi, you.” With a big smile, I move his one hand to the front of me,
giving him access to my pussy. As much as he loves my ass, he loves my pussy
too. He falls to his knees, looking up at me.
“Hi, to you
too,” he says as his mouth finds its way to my core. I’m so wet that all he has
to do is touch my inner folds with his tongue and I could cream on him. My
hands find their way to his dark hair, and I’m rubbing his head, moaning.
“Fuck, Ems. You are so wet.”
“What can I
say, I fucking missed you. I won’t last long, Ty. Make me come and do it now.”
He always loved my bossiness, and it doesn’t seem to have changed. His tongue
works its way, circling my clit, and I’m glad he has not forgotten what makes
me hot and bothered. It takes less than thirty seconds, and I hold onto him for
dear life as my entire body spasms. “Fuck, Ty. I missed your tongue.”
Standing
up, he crashes his lips to mine, and when his tongue collides with me, I can
taste myself on him. “I fucking taste great,” I say.
“Yes, you
do.” He agrees with me, taking my hand as we find our way to the bedroom.
Pulling the blankets back, he places me on the bed, sliding in next to me. “As
much as I need to be in you, Ems, I need to take you in.” Settling under the
blankets, he pulls them back again as he searches my body up and down. “I want
to sit here, holding you for now.”
“Okay, I
can agree with that.” With a mischievous look on my face, I continue, “Your dick
had better be inside me in the next ten minutes.”
He wears a
cheesy smile while I ask, “What?”
“I missed
your bossy little mouth more than I can tell you.” He’s pulling my hair back,
looking at me intently as if his gaze would burn a hole in my soul. “Shit, Ems,
I knew I missed you, but it all hit me right now how incomplete my life is
without you.” Placing his hand on my cheek, he strokes my face gently. “Babe,
you look good. I mean, I see a little of my old Ems in you right now, and it
gives me hope.”
Rising on
my elbow and placing my hand on his chest, I feel a tear run down my cheek.
“Fuck, Ty, I’m so sorry. I mean, why are you still with me after all the shit I
pulled? I put you through so much and here you are.”
“Ems, I
would walk over broken glass for you. Don’t you know that by now?” he asks,
kissing my forehead. Tyler pulls me close. “Ems, our problems will still find
us tomorrow, but for now, all I want is to make love to my wife.” He is right,
and for that very reason, we fall onto the bed, in a tangled heap, as he
ravages my entire body.
Tyler:
Emma’s hand
finds mine, leading me to our bedroom. She hasn’t initiated any affection
toward me in a long time. More so, her touch stops me. It is the gentle Emma
touch I fell in love with years ago. Turning to her as we enter our room, I see
something in her eyes that I haven’t seen in ages. “Ems?” I ask as I
desperately want to touch her too. Fuck, do I want to touch her.
“Ty,” is
all she says to give me the permission I need; by the way her eyes water and
her mouth shows just a hint of a smile, one that has been missing from my
wife’s face forever, and I melt. It is less than a second, if that, before I
crash my mouth to hers. Her hand instantly finds my hardness, and without
thinking, I grab her as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Ty, I need you.”
She takes
the words out of my mouth because at this very moment, I have not needed
anything as much as I do her now. Once we are wrapped in each other’s arms, the
postpartum, the guilt she feels with Aspen, the attempted suicide, the fact
she’s leaving for LA soon—it all fades away.
I place her
gently on her back. Crawling onto the bed, I straddle her, taking in the sight
of my wife. Over the years, her almost raven-colored hair has become a touch
lighter, her deep jet black eyes still captivate me, but it is her smile, the
way she tweaks her mouth just enough to look both fucking sexy and innocent all
at the same time. In her smile, I can forget everything that is against us.
Right now, all the shit we have in our past and ahead of us fades, and I’m left
with only my wife.
“Ems, I
have fucking missed you so much! You are my world.”
“Ty, I’m so
sorry.” Hell, now she’s crying. I can’t have that ruining this moment, when the
same Emma I fell in love with years ago is back with me.
“Shh, babe,
I’m here. I’m yours. I’m going nowhere. See, as much as you have tried to push
me away, I’m here.”
Again, she
smiles, and this time, when it reaches her eyes, I’m a goner. The things she
can do to my heart and, well, other parts of my body leave me speechless. I
push her hair out of her eyes and kiss every part of her face, wiping away the
tears. After that, I need to be inside of her and have the urge to take Emma
roughly. And though I know she loves it when I ravage her, taking her deep and
hard, she needs soft and sweet right now.
Standing up
briefly, I yank her yoga pants off her while she tries to take care of her
shirt and bra. Stopping her, I simply say, “I want to soak in every moment,
Ems. Let me do that.” Again, she smiles at me, and my heart is truly hers
again. Not that I ever wanted to admit defeat with us, but she’s giving me a
glimmer of hope, one I haven’t had since Aspen was born.
I bring
Emma up to me and pull her simple black top over her head and reach behind her
to unclasp her bra in one fluid motion, something I have been known for. She
laughs. “You haven’t lost your move, there, buddy,” she says with a bit of a
flirt in her voice. The rasp in her tone is exactly how I remember her when she’s
turned on. Oh, how I have missed that rasp.
“Never,
babe,” I say as I urgently undress. But she stands, taking control. She slowly
unbuckles my belt. Taking it from the loops very slowly, she draws out the need
and the desire I have to plunge into my wife right now. But I give her this
control. She needs something that is hers. As she reveals my skin millimeter by
millimeter, her smile grows.
“Fuck, Ty,
your body is like that of an Olympic god.” She has used this little tagline for
as long as I can remember. The rasp of her voice causes my dick to stir. It has
a mind of its own, and like me, Emma owns it.
I push her
back gently and crawl on top of her now that both of us are naked.
Taking her
large D cup boobs in my mouth, I massage the nipple with my tongue as a slight
moan escapes from her. Wow, I’m turned on when I massage the other nipple with
my hand, squeezing the tit with my fingers. Her hand moves to my erection,
pumping it the way I like.
Before she
can demand entrance, I drop my head between her legs and open those sweet lips.
My head finds its way to her wet pussy, and my tongue finds that sweet spot
only I know when it comes to my Emma. She starts to writhe, but the second my
free hand touches her stomach, she calms at my touch, allowing her the ability
to enjoy the upcoming orgasm. The more I work her clit with my tongue, the more
I can feel her release building. In a matter of seconds, she’s pushed over the
edge and comes all over my face. I can’t help but lap up every drop of her.
I don’t
give her any time to think, though, as now I’m in front of her face. Her greedy
little pussy is waiting for my entrance, and I don’t disappoint. I ram into her
hard, and she smiles that sexy fucking smile again, but then I slow. I want to
relish every little movement I make inside her.
Looking
deep into the black irises of hers, I realize I love her more, more than I care
to admit and more than I ever thought possible. This time, Emma has given me
hope.
Now that we
are finally together after our time apart, we move in motion as if we were
never apart. I grab her face, moving slowly and methodically, relishing every
second I’m with my wife. I make her look in my eyes, and I continue to soak her
in and burn this to memory.
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Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Cover Reveal: Unwanted by Leigh Lennon

Title: Unwanted
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kasmit Covers
Release Date: January 26, 2018

Blurb
Emma
A baby is all I’ve ever wanted.
After almost dying on the operating table,
I despise everything about motherhood,
especially the little girl I brought into this world.
It makes me sound awful; hell; I am awful.
How can I make myself fall in love with a baby
I feel no attachment to?
Tyler
I don’t recognize my wife anymore.
When I thought I might lose Emma during our baby’s delivery;
she survived only to reject the baby I love so much.
When I hold this baby, I fully understand unconditional love.
How do I make the woman I love want this little girl I would
move heaven and earth for.

Excerpt
Emma:
I open the
door to the guest quarters where we are staying this weekend, and I don’t see
him, but his luggage is in the middle of the little apartment. I hear the
faucet in the bathroom turn on, then off. The door opens, and out walks my
Tyler. He seems to have gained a touch of weight, but it looks good on him, and
his hair is very short. His eyes meet mine, and he stops in front of his
luggage. He comes to me, but it only takes me a second until I kick the door
shut and take off my shirt and he has my bra unlatched.
I don’t say
a word to him, and only crash my mouth to his, while I unbuckle the belt on his
jeans. Within record time, his pants are off, and his large hands are around
me, cupping my ass. He has always been an ass man, but when he trails his
fingertips down my back, massaging my butt slow and deep, my core is instantly
wet. I need to feel him inside me, and we still have not talked. I pull back
and say, “Hi, you.” With a big smile, I move his one hand to the front of me,
giving him access to my pussy. As much as he loves my ass, he loves my pussy
too. He falls to his knees, looking up at me.
“Hi, to you
too,” he says as his mouth finds its way to my core. I’m so wet that all he has
to do is touch my inner folds with his tongue and I could cream on him. My
hands find their way to his dark hair, and I’m rubbing his head, moaning.
“Fuck, Ems. You are so wet.”
“What can I
say, I fucking missed you. I won’t last long, Ty. Make me come and do it now.”
He always loved my bossiness, and it doesn’t seem to have changed. His tongue
works its way, circling my clit, and I’m glad he has not forgotten what makes
me hot and bothered. It takes less than thirty seconds, and I hold onto him for
dear life as my entire body spasms. “Fuck, Ty. I missed your tongue.”
Standing
up, he crashes his lips to mine, and when his tongue collides with me, I can
taste myself on him. “I fucking taste great,” I say.
“Yes, you
do.” He agrees with me, taking my hand as we find our way to the bedroom.
Pulling the blankets back, he places me on the bed, sliding in next to me. “As
much as I need to be in you, Ems, I need to take you in.” Settling under the
blankets, he pulls them back again as he searches my body up and down. “I want
to sit here, holding you for now.”
“Okay, I
can agree with that.” With a mischievous look on my face, I continue, “Your dick
had better be inside me in the next ten minutes.”
He wears a
cheesy smile while I ask, “What?”
“I missed
your bossy little mouth more than I can tell you.” He’s pulling my hair back,
looking at me intently as if his gaze would burn a hole in my soul. “Shit, Ems,
I knew I missed you, but it all hit me right now how incomplete my life is
without you.” Placing his hand on my cheek, he strokes my face gently. “Babe,
you look good. I mean, I see a little of my old Ems in you right now, and it
gives me hope.”
Rising on
my elbow and placing my hand on his chest, I feel a tear run down my cheek.
“Fuck, Ty, I’m so sorry. I mean, why are you still with me after all the shit I
pulled? I put you through so much and here you are.”
“Ems, I
would walk over broken glass for you. Don’t you know that by now?” he asks,
kissing my forehead. Tyler pulls me close. “Ems, our problems will still find
us tomorrow, but for now, all I want is to make love to my wife.” He is right,
and for that very reason, we fall onto the bed, in a tangled heap, as he
ravages my entire body.
Tyler:
Emma’s hand
finds mine, leading me to our bedroom. She hasn’t initiated any affection
toward me in a long time. More so, her touch stops me. It is the gentle Emma
touch I fell in love with years ago. Turning to her as we enter our room, I see
something in her eyes that I haven’t seen in ages. “Ems?” I ask as I
desperately want to touch her too. Fuck, do I want to touch her.
“Ty,” is
all she says to give me the permission I need; by the way her eyes water and
her mouth shows just a hint of a smile, one that has been missing from my
wife’s face forever, and I melt. It is less than a second, if that, before I
crash my mouth to hers. Her hand instantly finds my hardness, and without
thinking, I grab her as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Ty, I need you.”
She takes
the words out of my mouth because at this very moment, I have not needed
anything as much as I do her now. Once we are wrapped in each other’s arms, the
postpartum, the guilt she feels with Aspen, the attempted suicide, the fact
she’s leaving for LA soon—it all fades away.
I place her
gently on her back. Crawling onto the bed, I straddle her, taking in the sight
of my wife. Over the years, her almost raven-colored hair has become a touch
lighter, her deep jet black eyes still captivate me, but it is her smile, the
way she tweaks her mouth just enough to look both fucking sexy and innocent all
at the same time. In her smile, I can forget everything that is against us.
Right now, all the shit we have in our past and ahead of us fades, and I’m left
with only my wife.
“Ems, I
have fucking missed you so much! You are my world.”
“Ty, I’m so
sorry.” Hell, now she’s crying. I can’t have that ruining this moment, when the
same Emma I fell in love with years ago is back with me.
“Shh, babe,
I’m here. I’m yours. I’m going nowhere. See, as much as you have tried to push
me away, I’m here.”
Again, she
smiles, and this time, when it reaches her eyes, I’m a goner. The things she
can do to my heart and, well, other parts of my body leave me speechless. I
push her hair out of her eyes and kiss every part of her face, wiping away the
tears. After that, I need to be inside of her and have the urge to take Emma
roughly. And though I know she loves it when I ravage her, taking her deep and
hard, she needs soft and sweet right now.
Standing up
briefly, I yank her yoga pants off her while she tries to take care of her
shirt and bra. Stopping her, I simply say, “I want to soak in every moment,
Ems. Let me do that.” Again, she smiles at me, and my heart is truly hers
again. Not that I ever wanted to admit defeat with us, but she’s giving me a
glimmer of hope, one I haven’t had since Aspen was born.
I bring
Emma up to me and pull her simple black top over her head and reach behind her
to unclasp her bra in one fluid motion, something I have been known for. She
laughs. “You haven’t lost your move, there, buddy,” she says with a bit of a
flirt in her voice. The rasp in her tone is exactly how I remember her when she’s
turned on. Oh, how I have missed that rasp.
“Never,
babe,” I say as I urgently undress. But she stands, taking control. She slowly
unbuckles my belt. Taking it from the loops very slowly, she draws out the need
and the desire I have to plunge into my wife right now. But I give her this
control. She needs something that is hers. As she reveals my skin millimeter by
millimeter, her smile grows.
“Fuck, Ty,
your body is like that of an Olympic god.” She has used this little tagline for
as long as I can remember. The rasp of her voice causes my dick to stir. It has
a mind of its own, and like me, Emma owns it.
I push her
back gently and crawl on top of her now that both of us are naked.
Taking her
large D cup boobs in my mouth, I massage the nipple with my tongue as a slight
moan escapes from her. Wow, I’m turned on when I massage the other nipple with
my hand, squeezing the tit with my fingers. Her hand moves to my erection,
pumping it the way I like.
Before she
can demand entrance, I drop my head between her legs and open those sweet lips.
My head finds its way to her wet pussy, and my tongue finds that sweet spot
only I know when it comes to my Emma. She starts to writhe, but the second my
free hand touches her stomach, she calms at my touch, allowing her the ability
to enjoy the upcoming orgasm. The more I work her clit with my tongue, the more
I can feel her release building. In a matter of seconds, she’s pushed over the
edge and comes all over my face. I can’t help but lap up every drop of her.
I don’t
give her any time to think, though, as now I’m in front of her face. Her greedy
little pussy is waiting for my entrance, and I don’t disappoint. I ram into her
hard, and she smiles that sexy fucking smile again, but then I slow. I want to
relish every little movement I make inside her.
Looking
deep into the black irises of hers, I realize I love her more, more than I care
to admit and more than I ever thought possible. This time, Emma has given me
hope.
Now that we
are finally together after our time apart, we move in motion as if we were
never apart. I grab her face, moving slowly and methodically, relishing every
second I’m with my wife. I make her look in my eyes, and I continue to soak her
in and burn this to memory.
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Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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