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345 pages, ebook
First published May 12, 2014
He stroked her clit,
He pushed his thumb against her clit,
He trailed his thumb over her clit,
His hardness was right on the bud of her clit,
He stroked GENTLY over her clit,
He licked around her clit,
He pushed his tongue under the hood of her clit,
He brushed past her cleft, nearly stroking her clit,
He let his skin tickle her clit,
His thumb once again brushed over her clit,
He moved back up to her clit,
He placed his tongue on her TIGHT little clit,
He found her clit,
He pushed the pad of his thumb against her clit,
He paused long enough to push against her clit,
He played with the tight little peak of her clit,
He plucked at her clit,
He toyed with her clit.
That’s my girl!
It was still snowing outside…
Sometimes the willingness to fight for another is all a person has left to give. And sometimes the fight is the most important gift of all.
Your choice. Cunt or pussy, but so help me God, if you say some lame ass word like flower or lady garden you'll pay for it later, because I don't fuck gardens or flowers any more than I have a love sword attached to my groin."
Come on then."
"What? Where are we going?"
"Upstairs. Your bedroom."
"Why?"
"Because obviously you need more convincing, and I'm not going to run the risk of getting caught eating your pussy in the living room. Certain things are inappropriate when you have children, and that's definitely one of them."
He was sure in that moment that this was exactly where he was supposed to be and she was exactly who he was supposed to be with. But that fear, the fear that he'd lose her that surety, was lurking in the back of his mind.
I love you - every flaw, every mistake, every imperfection. You are so worthy so fight for this."
“I love you—every flaw, every mistake, every imperfection. You are so worthy, so fight for this.”
“We’re worth it. We were then, we are now, and we always will be. I understand that now. I understand it, because you convinced me of it. I will always fight for us.”
“Sometimes the willingness to fight for another is all a person has left to give. And sometimes the fight is the most important gift of all.”
“Your choice. Cunt or pussy, but so help me God, if you say some lame ass word like flower or lady garden you'll pay for it later, because I don't fuck gardens or flowers any more than I have a love sword attached to my groin.”
He thought for a moment, staring at her mouth as he did. “I meant it when I said I was distracted by you at the house.” His attention finally moved up to her eyes. “I’m distracted by you every time I see you. When I’m with you, I think about kissing you, touching you, tasting you—” He paused for a moment as his jaw tensed. “—fucking you—a whole mess of things I can’t seem to stop thinking about.
Isaiah had made her want more from her life, and while she had nothing to show for it, the want for something had taken root.
I need you to love yourself as much as I love you, and I need you to let me love you too. I need you to share your hurt with me, not try to protect me from it or hide it from me. I need you to understand just how worthy you are, because if you're not, then I'm sure as hell not either. I need you to forgive yourself for your past, and I swear to God I'll forgive myself for mine too if you will. And more than anything, I need you to fight. I won't fail you the way I failed others in the past. But you can't hate yourself for your past any more than you hate me for mine.
"I'm so ashamed." Her face scrunched up as her lips pulled back in a grimace as she spoke those words, and then she did sob. "If Harper ever knew...how disgusting I am..."Isaiah Henry is new in town and looking for a place for him and his daughter Natalie to start anew from their horrifying past. But his hope to find a home in Bristol Island is threatened when Natalie is bullied at school by Harper and her friends. Needless to say, Isaiah and Jocelyn's initial meeting does not go down well.
"Get your fucking hand of me." He snarled, and her hand instantly retracted as she balked from at him. "You tell your daughter to stay the hell away from Natalie."What follows is a great enemies to lovers story that I enjoyed. As expected, there was the constant push and pull between the H/h, and whilst it was understandable considering their individual issues, I did find it a bit tiring. I did, on the other hand, appreciate the slow development of their intimate relationship as I felt it depicted a realistic view of older adults saddled with the every day responsibilities of being a single parent to a teenage girl embarking on a new romance. I also enjoyed the touching family moments in the book. I'm such a sucker for books that showcases a close bond between families and this one definitely got to me.
"That's just it, Harp. It was wrong of me to allow your dad to stay in my life. And..." Joss shook her head for a moment. "...it set a really bad example for you. I want to set the right example."What really got to me the most would be the last 25% of the book. My heart trembled with anxiety and I really didn't know if I could handle how real all the action was. And the horror that Joss goes through? It hurt. It hurt so much to read.
Joss's eyes were tearing again.
But so were Harper's. "You're the only parent I have. You're the only one who ever took care of me-who ever loved me. You think that's the wrong example?"
“Sometimes the willingness to fight for another is all a person has left to give. And sometimes the fight is the most important gift of all.”
"We're stronger when we're together."
He stopped next to her and held the box of popcorn he’d grabbed at concessions out to her. She looked at it for a moment and then back up to him.
“Peace offering.” He took a deep breath as he waited for her to say something.
“Did you poison it?” She watched him coolly. He deserved that.
“No. I’ll share it with you. If you die, I die. We’ll be all Romeo and Juliet about it.”
“I’m distracted by you every time I see you. When I’m with you, I think about kissing you, touching you, tasting you—” he paused for a moment as he tensed his jaw “—fucking you—a whole mess of things I can’t seem to stop thinking about.”
“I’m ready for you.” There was no truer statement ever made. “I’m so fucking ready for you.”
“I’m falling in love with you. You should know that.” His voice was serious and calm, but her heart sped.
She smiled. “Good. Because I’m pretty sure I’m long past the falling part and well into the love part.”
“I love you—every flaw, every mistake, every imperfection. You are so worthy, so fight for this.”
“I told you you were going to have to fight for us now … I don’t require or need you to be perfect in order to move forward. I know you’re struggling right now, and you may for some time. But we’re stronger when we’re together. Hell, our daughters are too.”
“I need to make room for someone else in my life.” His eyes were tearing over already, and at the sight of it, Nat’s did too as a quiet whimper escaped her. “I can’t hold onto these things and let go of her at the same time, and I need to let go if I’m going to give myself to someone else.”
“Come on then."The level of STEAM in this story is ridiculous. Isaiah is an alpha, but he asks ‘please’…so he’s not too overbearing. Hah. This story is a perfect blend of suspense (Joss’ ex), emotional angst (all those secrets they keep from each other), and flaming, smokin hot sexual chemistry (erotica/kink).
"What? Where are we going?"
"Upstairs. Your bedroom."
"Why?"
"Because obviously you need more convincing, and I'm not going to run the risk of getting caught eating your pussy in the living room.”
“I’m distracted by you every time I see you. When I’m with you, I think about kissing you, touching you, tasting you—” he paused for a moment as he tensed his jaw “—fucking you—a whole mess of things I can’t seem to stop thinking about.”I’d forgotten the heavy subjects in this story because the steam is so steamy, but it also deals with some really tough topics. I’ll spoiler tag them in case you have triggers or want to go in blind
“Your choice. Cunt or pussy, but so help me God, if you say some lame ass word like flower or lady garden you'll pay for it later, because I don't fuck gardens or flowers any more than I have a love sword attached to my groin.”I absolutely loved this story.