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BLURB
How
much of your heart would you give if you knew how short life could be?
Juliette
Reynolds knows that life is a precious gift that could be snatched away at any
moment. A survivor of childhood leukemia she lives her life seeking fun,
adventure and love at every turn making no commitments and never
settling in one place for too long in her quest to experience life to the
fullest. Her latest adventure has bought her to Myrtle Beach where she
meets Noah Daniels. Having lost his
wife in a freak boating accident three years ago Noah also knows how
quickly life can be sucked away.
But
Juliette, with her zest for life and eternal optimism, is determined to wake
Noah up and bring him back into the world of the living. That is, until
it seems like living is what she might not get to do.
Excerpt
“I’m going to be completely honest with you,
Juliette,” Noah told her as soon as they were back in his pickup truck. “I
don’t want to take you back yet. I want to take you home. Home to my house.”
She beamed at him. “I’d like that.”
He frowned. “Do you understand what I am saying? That
I want to take you home and I want to take you to bed.”
“I know. I want to go to bed. With you.”
He growled and started the truck up. Before he pulled
out from the curb though he looked over at her, wanting to make it clear,
needing her to know before … so that she didn’t have any false expectations of
what this was and of what to expect.
“I want to take you home, Jules…”
“Juliette,” she interrupted quietly. “I prefer
Juliette.”
He nodded before continuing. “I want to take you home
and I want to take you to bed and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard. But … and I need you to know this,
I need you to understand—I don’t want anything more. I don’t want a
relationship, I don’t want you to move in, I don’t want this to be anything
more than what it is. I’m not looking for anything more.”
Juliette nodded. “I understand completely.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You do?”
“No commitment,” she said. “I get it. I don’t want
that either, although I do like the idea of you fucking me hard.”
Noah growled again, his eyes roaming over her face
taking in every exquisite detail. Where the hell had this girl come from? She
was perfect. Perfect for him. Sexy,
gorgeous, oozing a zest for life that was severely missing from his and a
commitment-phobic as well. Well, not so much a commitment phobic but more an
avoider … like him. It was like Providence had bought her to him.
Noah drove the short distance to his house his mind
fixed on nothing else but Juliette. When they arrived at his house he ran
around to open her door watching her face as she took in the small, single
story bungalow he called home.
“This is so cute,” she cried, following him up the
path. “I love it.”
“Of course you do,” he said, fumbling with his keys
and unlocking the door. Immediately Loop, his dog, flew at them, covering Noah
with licks and racing around like a loony in her excitement to have him own.
Then she turned her attention on Juliette, doing the same for her.
“Is this your guard dog?” Juliette laughed, ruffling
the hair on the back of Loop’s head. “She is useless but oh so cute!”
“Loopsy,” Noah growled. “Get down.”
Juliette crouched down and scratched Loop’s belly as
she laughed. “She is so cute! Hello, Loopsy, my name’s Juliette. I guess they
call you Loopsy because you are a bit crazy?”
Noah scowled. “She’s completely crazy. I tried to
train her, but she’s too nuts.”
“Well you know what,” Juliette laughed, speaking to
the dog, “I’ve been called crazy before, too. I think it’s just that we’re
misunderstood though. Don’t you think, Loops?”
Noah shook his head, feeling strangely jealous that
Juliette was lavishing her attention on his crazy cocker spaniel when he wanted
all her attention on him. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to her feet,
ignoring the surprised look on her face.
“I should offer you a drink or something,” he said,
his eyes roaming over her face, “but really I just want to take that sexy as
all hell dress off.”
Juliette’s pupils dilated, and the dog, it seemed, was
completely forgotten. “I had enough to eat and drink tonight. At the
restaurant.”
Noah drew her towards him, planting his mouth firmly
and possessively against hers. He didn’t bother going gently this time, didn’t
bother easing her into the kiss. Instead he unleashed everything he had, every
feeling he had as he let his mouth slant over hers, as he forced her lips apart
and thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, tasting and savoring her.
Dragging her with him he pulled her further into his
house, through the living room and down the short corridor to his bedroom. He’d
already closed the curtains earlier and left a low bedside lamp on, which now
cast the room in a pale yellow light. Pausing, he glanced at the rumpled
bedding wishing he’d made the bed that morning. Not that it mattered, he
planned on messing it up very soon.
“Take your dress off, Juliette,” he commanded, against
her mouth, “please.”
“I like your manners,” she told him as she pulled
back, tugging at the tie around her neck. “You’re such a gentleman.”
“You won’t think I’m such a gentleman,” he grumbled,
watching as she slid the dress ever so softly off her shoulders and let it fall
unheeded to the floor, “when I’m fucking you senseless and making you scream.”
Her mouth fell open, and her eyes, those pools of sea
green, went wide. Noah felt another possessive, almost caveman like grumble
building in his chest.
Dropping his eyes, he let his gaze run over her body,
pausing at that odd scar a moment before dipping further, moving over her
breasts, down her smooth, flat stomach, over the curve of her hips and
lingering on the pale blue, lacy panties that covered her center.
“Take everything
off.”
Her mouth twitched. “Have you forgotten your manners
already?”
His pulled his eyes up to meet hers, swallowing over
the thickening in his throat. “Please.”
Juliette grinned, reaching around to unclasp her bra,
drawing it slowly down her arms before discarding it on the floor with her
dress. She was just about to reach for her panties when Noah lunged at her, his
mouth clamping down on hers as he pulled her against him, crushing her against
him. Juliette made a small sound of surprise, but that was quickly stifled by
his mouth on hers. Stumbling, he led her back to the bed where they fell, his
mouth barely breaking its assault on hers as his hands ran the length of her
body, cupping and caressing her breasts, pinching the peaks until they stood as
hard nubs and Juliette cried out in his mouth.
Her hand slid beneath his shirt, tugging it from the
waistband. He pulled back at her insistence and pulled it over his head,
throwing it somewhere in the room before he lowered his head back down to hers,
relishing in the feel of her soft breasts against his hard chest, the
differences between them. How smooth and soft she was against his hardness, how
cool her skin was to touch whilst his felt almost feverish. It was almost as if
the differences between them made them perfect for one another.
Her hands were running over him, over the hard planes
and angles of his body, her fingers tracing the sharpened contours. He felt
massive, looming over her, and carefully rested his body weight on his arms
even as he wanted to get closer.
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth over a breast,
sucking her nipple deep as she arched against him. His hand squeezed and
pinched her nipple, and Juliette pressed her hands into his hair, urging him
closer as the sounds continued to escape her. God, he loved those sounds she
made. It was like angels singing or the sweetest concerto he had had ever
heard.
He switched, turning his attention to her other
breast, as he ran another hand over her flat belly and wrapped her hip, jerking
her against him, lifting her butt from the bed. Then he kissed lower, his
tongue running over her skin, licking and then dipping into her belly button.
“Noah,” she murmured beneath him, tugging at his head.
“Oh God.”
“Hmmn?” he whispered against her skin as his mouth
skimmed the top of her panties, which
were so fine and lacy that they left nothing to the imagination. Not that Noah
had to imagine what she looked like. The image of her, naked and dripping wet
that morning, had been seared into his mind, into his heart. She was bare,
shaved or waxed, he didn’t know, but she was bare. When he tugged at her
panties she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips allowing him to
slide them down her thighs and throw them away.
“Noah,” she whimpered beneath him, shivering a little.
Raising his head, he looked at her, drawing her deep
into his memory bank and imprinting her there. Head back, lost in the pillows,
eyes closed, swollen lips open and panting, breasts heaving, nipples hardened,
legs spread for him, pussy arching up to meet him.
Noah growled, a low rumble in his chest as he ran a
hand lightly over her center. She was wet already, and he sucked in a breath.
God, could this girl be any more perfect?
Sliding one finger along her folds he dipped a finger
inside watching as her mouth fell open and she arched off the bed, legs opening
to give him further access. Gently, he pressed a thumb to her nub, circling
ever so slowly as she began to writhe and grab at him, murmuring his name. His
chest constricted at the marvelous sight unfolding before him, and when he
dipped his head to taste her little bit of heaven, he thought he’d come undone.
“Noah,” she whimpered louder now. “Noah…”
“Yeah, baby. I want you to come. I want to watch you
come for me.”
Her legs were trembling, her thighs
clamping around his head as she arched against him, using her hands to press
him further closer, searching for her release. He kept his eyes open, watching
her, loving the way her orgasm built, loving how she lost herself in him, in
his touch, in his mouth.
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Andi Bremner is a
romance writer who is lucky enough to live by the beautiful Indian Ocean in
Western Australia with her husband and three children.
Andi grew up with her nose in a book and her
head in the clouds. Her favourite books were the ones that transported her
away to another world full of dashing heroes and damsels in distress set in faraway
time periods. Romance, and in particular, complicated romances soon became her favourite novels to read and
write and she now writes angst ridden tales of first love with some steamy
interludes thrown in as well.
On the weekends Andi can be found ferrying her
children to their various after school activities or hiking and camping in the
stunning Australian outdoors.
Drummer Girl is the
first story in the Moonstone Series. Trinity (Book 1) was published on 1 April
2016. Stay tuned for Book 3 coming soon.
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