When your past threatens to destroy your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?
Cassidy Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy. The last thing she’s looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.
James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it. As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he’s built and done for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.
Will they discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?
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“Cassidy, I’d like to take you to dinner.” I choked on my cappuccino and started coughing uncontrollably. He stood up and came back with a bottle of water. He handed me the water as I was getting my bearings back. “Is it that shocking that I’d ask you to dinner?”
I was a little dumbstruck. “Um, well, I just, I…”
He sat down next to me and placed the bottle of water he just gave me on the table and took my hands in his. “Cassidy, I know you felt it all those months ago. I felt it too and I still do. A day hasn’t passed that you haven’t crossed my mind. There’s something here,” he motioned between our bodies.
I was looking at our hands and it was there, that electricity. I looked to him and a shudder caused me to roll my shoulders. My heart started racing and I clenched my thighs together trying to subdue the throb between them. Before I could say a word he leaned in and tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear. He cupped my face and gently touched my lips with his own.
How many times had I fantasized about this very moment? I accepted his kiss knowing that if Cecily found out I’d probably get canned. Both of his hands were on my face lightly caressing. His lips were gentle and felt better than I had ever dreamed. I molded my lips to his and inhaled his sweet breath. His tongue gently ran across my upper lip. I slid closer to him and placed my hands on his lapels. Our tongues began a torrid dance that had my entire body standing at attention. It was a kiss I would never forget and one I never wanted to end.
I worked my hands up to his neck and to the tie holding his hair and couldn’t resist removing it. I’d been dying to run my hands through his hair since that first night I saw him. He encouraged me with a groan and started kissing my jaw while working his way back to my ear.
“James…we should stop,” but my actions betrayed my words as I dragged his mouth back to mine.
“Shut up, Cassidy.”
Before I knew it he pulled me into his lap. I’m not sure how he managed it. His hand was on my hip and I could feel his erection straining against my thigh. I felt my own hair fall from its tie as he tugged on it gently. It felt wonderful and I whimpered into his mouth barely aware of my phone ringing. I slowly pulled my face away from his. “Shit. I have to get that.”
“Cassidy, let it ring.”
“It could be Cecily,” I pled as I tried to slide off his lap echoing his groan of disapproval. I remained on his lap and strained to grab my phone. I looked at the number not recognizing it so I sent it to voicemail. “I don’t know the number. If it’s important they’ll leave a message.”
I tossed the phone down on the couch beside us as he tightened his arms around me. I needed to be closer to him so I repositioned myself. I straddled his lap as his mouth assaulted mine. I helped him out of his jacket as he started fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. He rolled his hips and hit my core just right and made my stomach drop. I moaned into his mouth and pulled his shirt out of his pants.
“You like that,” he whispered in my mouth as he continued rolling and grinding his hips into me. I clung to him and began sucking his ear. “You’re making me wild Cassidy.”
“Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this, of you for so long.”
“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry.” We’d been caught in the act. Red handed.
About the Author:
I’ve dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.
When I’m not volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I’m writing!
I love music and believe that books and music can’t exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!