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Theresa is a single mom afraid to love. She was never married her ex but he does pick up their daughter once in a while.
When Chase first spots her at an engagement party he feels instantly pulled to her, despite his trust issues. They hit it off that night and exchange numbers, but shy Theresa wants to take it slow. He is willing to go at her pace as long as she is committed to him.
Will Chase be able to stick it out when the dreaded ex stops showing up to take Katie making it hard for them to have alone time? He says he wants to take care of them but when life gets in the way will he step up to the plate or run out the door?
“I’m just not sure what to tell Katie. She asks so many questions, and I think some of it is my ex pumping her for info. I guess I just don’t want you to have to deal with my baggage,” I say, looking down at the ground.
He lifts me onto his lap. “Tell Katie I’m your boyfriend and leave it at that. We’re going to take things slow for both our sakes, but I like you and I think we can have something good together.”
He leans in to kiss me and my heart starts to race. It’s the softest, gentlest kiss I have ever gotten, and it blows me away. His hand slides up my back to the nape of my neck, and he pulls me in to deepen the kiss. My stomach starts to flip as heat is building down below.
I pull away and take a deep breath and look him in the eyes, “Chase…I…” I look down.
He lifts my chin up. “What?”
“I just can’t go there yet.”
He grins. “You can’t kiss me?” he says with a chuckle.
“No, that’s not what I mean, and you know it.” I smack him on the arm playfully and smile back at him. “I haven’t told you about half the shit I have been through, Chase, and like I said before I haven’t been in any sort of relationship since Kyle.”
“Ssshhh,” he says and kisses me again gently. “What did Kyle do to this beautiful head of yours to mess you up so bad?” he says softly.
“Kyle was my first serious relationship. He promised me the world, told me he was going to marry me and we would have lots of kids together. You know the whole happily-ever-after. Then all of a sudden, he started drinking a lot. He wouldn’t tell me why, but the next think I knew he was complaining all the time and I couldn’t do anything right. Some nights I was a piece of shit, and others he told me I was his world.
“One night he came home and I tried to please him sexually, which was always more about him than me anyway. I knew he had been drinking but didn’t realize just how drunk he was until it was too late. I found out when we were done that he had forgotten to use a condom and blamed me. He said I was a cock tease, and I got him so worked up he forgot,” I say, shaking my head and thinking back. “That was the night I got pregnant with Katie. He said I did it on purpose that I wanted to trap him.”
Chase looks like he’s brewing with anger. “Listen, babe, I don’t care if you did seduce him he has no right to blame you. He’s an ass for getting drunk, and if he has a problem he needs to get help.”
I try to climb off his lap, but he stops me.
“The messed-up thing was after that it just got worse. He never physically abused me, but he used to put me down all the time. He would tell me I was fat, that I was a fucked-up piece of shit, and that our baby was going to be ugly like me.”
I try to fight back the tears, but one escapes. “I had a rough pregnancy from the stress, so there were nights I wouldn’t feel like eating, and he would tell me that I was trying to kill our baby.”
Chase is rubbing my back, trying to sooth me while he listens to my story.
“I don’t know why I stayed for as long as I did. I finally told my parents, and they took me in until I was able to get on my feet. I found this place, and I have been on my own since.”
Chase pulls me to his chest so he can hold me close. “Listen, I can’t promise I’ll be perfect or that I don’t have my own issues because you know I do. But, I can promise you that I’ll never physically or verbally hurt you the way he did. It pisses me off that he treated you that way, and to be honest, it pisses me off that he’s not a better father to Katie. All I can tell you, is that I feel like you have been distant. I’m willing to go slow and earn your trust because I really want us to give this a try. I just want you to continue to talk to me.?”
He smells so good, and I’m so comfortable in his arms that a yawn escapes me. I’m exhausted, but I manage to get out an “Okay.”
“No more hiding. I would like to see you this weekend. Do you have any plans?” he says and kisses the top of my head.
“No. Kyle is supposed to take Katie, but he has already texted me trying to back out because he has no money, so at this point I’m assuming he isn’t going to show.”
“This guy is un fucking real. Well if he shows we will do something the two of us, and if he doesn’t, I guess we will have to make it PG and do something the three of us.”
I start laughing, and he smiles at me. “That’s better. I love the sound of your laughter, T. I hope I can make you smile more.”
“I’m sorry I can’t promise you it’ll be just the two of us, but I can’t count on him.”
“I hate that he pulls this shit but it is what it is.”
I lean in to kiss him, and he sticks his tongue out and rubs it along my lips, asking for entry. I open my mouth to him, and we deepen our kiss yet again. I really like the way he kisses me. He has the most amazing lips. I can’t wait to feel them on other parts of my body.
He pulls away. “I’m going to get going, now that I feel like you and I are on the same page.”
I straddle his lap, press my forehead to his. “I would like for you to stay. I’m not ready to you know have sex or anything.” I pause for a minute. “It has been a long time since someone has just held me, and I really like how I feel in your arms.” I close my eyes, hoping he says he will stay.
“Oh hell, T. How can I say no to that? Come on, let’s head to bed. We both have to be up early tomorrow.”
“You look amazing.”
I hadn’t noticed him walking up behind me so his hands hitting my body makes me jump.
He nuzzles my neck taking a deep breath. “I love the way you smell. You have no idea how much it turns me on.”
He rubs his erection against my bum to show me just how turned on he is. I let a little moan escape me as he kisses me just below my ear. He turns me around to find me smiling as he gently kisses my lips, but I want more. I begin rubbing my tongue along his lips begging him for entry, and he gladly opens, so our tongues collide as they dance together. He grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me closer as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues are tangled as he walks me backward until I’m about to hit my bed. He breaks our kiss to slip my nightie over my head. He then scoops me up and lays me in the middle of the bed.
Lying on the side of me, he glides his hand over my body feeling his way around my mounds as he kisses and nibbles my neck. I moan in appreciation because I love his strong hands on me. He starts at my outer thighs, slides up to my ass, and gives it a tight squeeze. He continues over my stomach and up to my breasts. He glides his hands over my breasts and massaging them before he squeezes my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I moan in pleasure as he continues to massage and play with my breast and nipple as he lightly bites on my ear.
He starts kissing and licking his way down my neck over my collarbone and stops at my breast. His lips feel amazing. He lights my skin on fire. He sticks his tongue out and rolls it over my nipple before he puts it in his mouth and starts sucking it gently. He gradually increases the pressure and I feel it all the way down in my pussy.
“Chase, please, I need to feel you.”
“I know, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
He sucks my nipple back in his mouth before he kisses down to my belly button and sticks his tongue in it. He continues his way down to my hip kissing me as he goes. He nibbles on it, and then licks down to the top of my neatly trimmed hair. He buries his face in my hair and inhales.
“My god your smell is intoxicating,” he growls.
I can’t believe he just did that, but I lose all thought as he sticks his tongue out and laps up my now dripping juices. I instantly gyrate my hips, and I run my hands through his hair.
“Lay still, baby.”
He licks my clit so softly and slowly and I moan in frustration.
“If you’re not quiet, I’ll have to gag you so you do not wake Katie.”
I instantly silence my moan as I bite his pillow. He starts his assault again on my sensitive hardened bud. My hips are moving in rhythm with his tongue, and it feels amazing. “Chase, please I want to feel you buried deep inside me.”
He continues licking, and I can feel I’m so close to exploding.
“I don’t know, baby. Are you ready?” He licks some more lapping up the juices that are dripping from me.
“I’m so ready, please.”
This time he smiles against me as he picks up the pace and pressure of his tongue. “Chase, I’m going to come, baby,” and I explode as he laps up every ounce of my release with his tongue moaning in appreciation as he does.
“Mmmm, you taste amazing.”
He climbs off me removing the pajama pants that he has starting wearing because of Katie. I think he looks totally hot in them, but I want his cock buried deep in me, so they must go. He grabs a condom from his wallet, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. He’s finally going to have sex with me. I just hope that I don’t disappoint him. He slides the condom on and climbs back on the bed.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He looks full of concern.
“I’m more than ready, Chase.”
He nods as he slides his fingers deep inside me, stretching me and prepping me for his size. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock like his. He’s long and thick, and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. He moves over me and positions himself at my entrance. He starts sliding his length in as I wince from the pain of trying to accommodate his size.
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About the author: Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. Her heroes are big and strong, yet value family and humor, while her heroines are smart, sexy, sometimes a little bit sassy, and are often battling a strong internal conflict. Together, they deal with real life issues and always, always, find everlasting love. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, cuddling with her husband, a drink in one hand, a romance book in the other.
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SYNOPSIS: An extravagant cake design brings small town baker Trent Kipson to fame…
After gaining social media exposure of his culinary art, Trent’s cake design goes viral. Soon he’s contacted by the Cooking Network to host a new show in California. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime for the owner of a modest shop in Portland, Maine, and the financial freedom the network offers could be the answer to all of his monetary problems.
Fitness instructor Rayne Wilde wants the life every small-town girl dreams of…
Rayne wishes for a future full of romance and the pitter-patter of little feet. She wants it all, including a white picket fence and a dog named Spot—which is exactly why she refuses to sleep with Trent, the sexy man who attends her Zumba classes. After a series of dead-end relationships, this time she really is in love. Trent is special, and the fear of letting him slip through her fingers keeps her advances at bay.
Life is waiting—all it takes is a leap of faith...
As their friendship grows and skeletons creep out of their closets, their relationship is put to the test. Stakes get higher, and the spark between them burns hotter than ever before.
Can they handle the heat when life-changing secrets are exposed, or will the fear of being burned send them on two different paths?
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★★★ MEET THE AUTHOR ★★★
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.
Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
★★★ SYNOPSIS ★★★
Markus DeLeon and Sarah Winter’s lives couldn’t be more different…
After three years away as the goalkeeper for an English soccer club, Markus has been happy to be back in Australia. He’d missed his family and friends, including Sarah. He’s known her since childhood, and often protected her from the teasing of other children and the troubling consequences of a broken home.
When they attend their friends’ wedding, a new light is cast on their friendship…
Sarah is fresh out of a bad relationship, and Markus has always been the one she can confide in. Maybe it’s the magic of the wedding—or how stunning he looks in a tux—but the attraction between them intensifies in ways they’d never imagined.
But sometimes when risking what you have, you might lose everything…
Following a passionate encounter, Markus isn’t sure how to handle this new aspect of his relationship with Sarah, and literally flees the scene for the coast. Sarah is unsure how to react to his sudden departure, but is soon knocked off course by misunderstandings and a frightening family emergency.
Markus realises his mistake and wants to make things right, but he also faces obstacles. He’s been offered an exciting new job, and an attractive newcomer to the neighbourhood is eager to claim his attention, though the last thing Markus needs is another confusing relationship.
Can Sarah and Markus face the fear and doubt—and the potential loss of their lifelong friendship—to give their love a chance?
★ AUSTRALIAN SPORTS STARS SERIES ★
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MEET THE AUTHOR:
Thomas S. Flowers is the published author of several character driven stories of fright. He resides in Houston, Texas, with his wife and daughter. His first novel, Reinheit, was published by Forsaken. He also has a short story, “Lanmò,” in The Sinister Horror Company’s horror anthology The Black Room Manuscripts. In 2008, he was honorably discharged from the U.S. Army where he served for seven years, with three tours serving in Operation Iraqi Freedom. In 2014, Thomas graduated from University of Houston Clear Lake with a BA in History. He blogs at machinemean[dot]org, where he does author interviews and reviews on a wide range of strange yet oddly related topics.
DWELLING by Thomas S. Flowers
Subdue Series, Book 1
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Release Date: Dec. 8, 2015
: : : SYNOPSIS : : :
A group of inseparable childhood friends are now adults, physically and psychologically devastated by war…
A horrifying creature emerges from a sandstorm just before Ricky Smith dies in battle. Forced to leave base housing, his widow Maggie buys a home on Oak Lee Road in the town of Jotham. Maggie is isolated in the historic house…and disconcerted by strange clicking sounds inside the walls.
Jonathan Steele attempts to drink the painful past away…
Jonathan was wounded in that fateful battle and now suffers from PTSD. He wants to put the nightmare behind him, but when Ricky’s ghost appears with cryptic warnings about Maggie’s house, he begins to question his sanity.
Bobby Weeks is a homeless veteran struggling with a lycanthropic curse…
Afraid of bringing harm, Bobby stays far away from those he loves. But after a full moon, a mysterious woman approaches him and reveals a vision about a house with a sinister presence, and he realizes staying away might no longer be an option.
Minister Jake Williams lost his faith on the battlefield…
While Jake will do anything to reconnect with God, he turns to vices to fill the religious void. But a church elder urges him to take a sabbatical, and a ghost tells him to quit the ministry, and his life is more out of control than ever.
When Maggie wakes in a strange subterranean cavern, she can’t deny her home harbors dark secrets. Desperate, she sends letters to her old friends to reunite in Jotham, and events conspire to draw them all to the house…unaware of the danger awaiting them.
The friends have already been through hell, but can any of them survive the evil dwelling beneath the House on Oak Lee?
THE BATTLE OF AL-HURRIYAH
Something caught his eye. A glimmer. A shadow in the dark yellow fog.
The fuck? He reached for his binos in the turret. Across the street, Johnathan spied through the dust scratched lens vendors hastily tucking and clutching whatever goods they could get their hands on. Only the most meager of items remained on the street. Even the sound of the Humvees seemed to fade, as if the entire world was holding its breath.
What’s going on? Johnathan shook, his nerves pricked. Hairs stood on-end. His knees locked. He watched, hands resting on the M2 .50-cal. He searched for someone, anyone to put the tightening in his stomach at ease. Where are they going? Shadows snaked in between the empty spaces and seemed to grow larger. The yellow dust whipped the air. Al-Hurriyah was being consumed by it.
Johnathan could feel the lump in his heart become heavy. He pulled his scarf off. He choked on the dust, tasting all the nastiness of the Baghdad ghetto, but paid little heed. The soldier scanned his field of fire. Anticipation boiled in his veins. Then the yellow sand darkened again.
The glimmer returned, taking shape, forming in the dust. His mouth fell agape. “What the fuck is that?” He screamed inside, his mind rattled and confused and terrified.
From the alley across the road the shadows dissolved, giving form to some massive Thing with skin covered in bristle-like hair as black as tar. The bulking torso hissed, and swelled, hissed and swelled. Its thin, but otherwise muscular, fragile-looking legs twitched in the sand, protruding and stretching out, pulling down the tarps of the vender huts near it.
How many legs does this thing have? What is this? I’m dreaming, have to be. This can’t be…
In the dust-whipped wind what looked to be mandibles where its mouth should have been opened and then snapped shut. It was hissing, but the hissing sounded like clicking, the rattle of teeth in a glass jar or a snake poised to strike. On its head was an unmistakable shape, as frightening as it was. Bulging from its head, two swollen red eyes taking up nearly all of the creature’s face glared in the dust, compound, like the eye of a fly, gazing directly at him.
Its antenna drooped low, and then it began talking to him with a wild rush of clicks in its throat. The sound was terrible, reminding him of spring months back home, the swarms of cicadas that blanketed the canopy in his parents’ backyard every few years or so and the eerie sound they made, the clicking, horrible hissing, just like in that one movie Ricky loved to watch when they were kids around the same part of the year, the 1950s atomic-age science fiction flick, the one with the giant ants.
Partially hidden in the dust, the height of the hideous Thing was hard to guess, but whatever is was, it wasn’t possible. None of this was possible. It couldn’t be real, yet there it was all the same, hulking out from across the street, large and hungry looking.
“Are you seeing this?” Johnathan croaked, his voice pained with fear and doubt.
“What?” asked Ricky. He turned in his seat, looking out the driver’s side window. Searching. “I don’t see anything.”
“Are you fucking kidding me!” Johnathan yelled, panic stained in his voice. He kicked the driver’s seat.
“Dude, we’re about to dibby out. Stop being so jumpy,” Ricky scolded. “I don’t see anything, man.”
“Look, you asshole!” Johnathan kicked the driver’s seat again with his boot.
“Dude!” Smith turned fully around and peered in the direction Steele was gesturing. He fell silent for only a moment and then he yelled, “Get down!”
“We need to do more than—” Johnathan had started to say, but was cut short. He looked back to the alley where the Thing had been, but the monster was gone, replaced by a man with a shaved head shouting something terribly familiar and propping an equally terrifying object across his shoulder.
“RPG!” Ricky screamed on the radio.
The air sucked back. Johnathan thought he was going to puke as he watched a plume of white smoke rocket toward him. The world was motionless for a second, perhaps less. In that moment he thought of Karen and Tabitha, he thought of his childhood and his friends that filled it. Then the explosion hit, lifting his Humvee upward into the air.
The large metal behemoth came crashing back to earth with a thunderous moan. He fell inside. His head smashed against the gunner’s platform below. He saw nothing, only white, burning light. Outside, he could hear the crackle of gunfire faintly against the ringing in his ears, like fireworks in a neighborhood a block away.
People were shouting. His squad mates, maybe. Language seemed beyond him at the moment. He could smell sulfur and the awful hint of something else…like overcooked meat on the grill, he imagined, dazed and numb. Through the broken window he watched the battle of Al-Hurriyah with disbelieving eyes.
Another explosion struck somewhere nearby. Pebbles or chunks of the police station perhaps rained down on his truck. The radio was abuzz with noise, fire direction, casualties. Someone yelled through the mike, “Death Blossom.” Death Blossom…? Are we under attack…? Yes…Ricky called it out, didn’t he? His head rung with the battle cry.
Johnathan shifted his weight. One of his legs fell from the strap he used as a seat, the other felt strangely dead. He looked. Among the yellow dust and stars that filled his eyes, he could see, though blurred, the gnarled remains of what was once his right leg.
“Shit!” he screamed, clinching at his thigh. I can’t look. I can’t look. Ricky. Ricky? “Smith? Ricky? Are you okay, man?” he winced, straining to get a look at his friend.
More rattling pinged off his truck. Someone nearby yelled, “Got you, you fucking bastard!” Another voice screamed in language not entirely unfamiliar.
Must be some of the Iraqi police, he thought vaguely caring. Death Blossom…those assholes are going to ping someone in the back…
Something was pinching his neck. He reached and felt warmth and something hard. He dug whatever it was out and pulled his hand to see. He glared dumbfounded at what looked like a tooth.
Not mine, he thought, testing his teeth with his tongue. He looked at Ricky, but his form was covered in haze.
Gunfire continued to crackle outside, but in the broken and torn Humvee, the world felt like a tomb.
He could see Ricky now, lying awkwardly in his seat, one hand still clutching the radio receiver. Smoke wafted from his body. He didn’t move. And the smell…the smell was terrible.
Johnathan blinked. Not real. Not real. “Ricky, you son of a bitch, answer me! Are you okay?” he yelled. Hot adrenaline coursed through him like a drug, pooling in a venomous sundry of dreadful sorrow and hate, lumping together in his heart, stealing his breath. Maggie’s face flashed in front of him and then Karen’s, but he pushed them away.
Please, God. No.
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