Afraid to Hope
MJ Nightingale
Louisa Sears is ready to start over. Escaping her small town where prejudice, long memories, and old fashioned values haunt her, Louisa embarks on her dream of finding love, and a man who can warm up her bed at night. Pregnant at sixteen, divorced from an abusive husband at twenty, and raising a daughter alone, Louisa is now ready to live. She wants what every woman wants. A rock hard man, who knows how to love. Will Florida be the place where her dreams come true?
Jay Russell is battle scarred. A past filled with horrors from childhood, the war in Iraq, and the most devastating event of his life that occurred when he returned home, he is definitely not looking for love. When he first meets Louisa Sears, the bombshell with the fantastic body, he wants one thing, and one thing only, her body underneath him. The hot little ticket that walks by his t-shirt shop, meets all his requirements for a night of passion.
The scars in them run deep though, and they both have secrets. Can two people so deeply wounded by the past learn to trust each other enough to share those secrets? And if they do, will they be able to get past them and learn to hope again?
*~* EXCERPT *~*
She
recognized him right away, and how could she not from his massive bulky frame
to the tattoos adorning one of his arms.
And from the looks of it, he recognized her as well. He was staring
quite devilishly as she approached. “Great,” she mumbled as she resumed her
walking. “Just great.”
He continued
to watch her as she crossed the parking lot towards him. The butterflies began to swarm in her
stomach, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been watching her,
and if he could tell by that distance that she had been upset.
She was maybe
twenty yards away, noticing, all right admiring, his massive arms crossed in
front of his barrel-like chest. He gave her a slow seductive smile eyes
slightly amused. Their greyness glinted in the sun. As she approached the
crossway, his arms dropped to his sides.
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and not from the amazing torso that was
apparent from the tightness of his t-shirt.
It was the t-shirt itself that had shocked her. It was red, and had large white lettering
that surely made a statement like no other novelty t-shirt she had ever seen
before. It read, “I fuck as hard as my body. Want to see?”
The shock
passed by quickly and turned into something else. Louisa couldn’t help it, and
perhaps because of her earlier mood, she found it hysterical while
subconsciously she was also answering the question in the affirmative. She
burst out laughing, and that’s when Jay spoke.
She hadn’t forgotten his name, not this man’s, Jayson Russell, and she
had thought of him often since that brief encounter at the flea market a few
months ago. He had told her very
suggestively then that he worked on the weekends if she ever wanted to find
him. He sold novelty t-shirts, and
apparently, she eyed him up and down one more time, advertised them as well.
“You never
came back to see me,” he stated matter-of-factly. Oh, he remembered her all right. He
couldn’t forget a rack like that, he thought.
“Sorry,” she
replied trying to make her way around him. “My weekends have been pretty busy.”
It was an honest answer too. She had been apartment hunting recently. Since moving to Florida she had been staying
with her best friend from high school, Ana.
Ana and her boyfriend, Teddy, we’re getting pretty serious and she
wanted to give them more space and privacy. Her friend, Ana, deserved this. She
had been through the ringer, and life had not been kind to her.
Jay must have
taken her words wrong because his response not only surprised her, but shocked
her as well.
“Louisa, mmm.”
It came out like a growl. “What a shame that you’re taken. I have been
fantasizing about you. A lot.”
“Me?” It came
out like a squeak. She actually looked around to see if anyone else was
approaching. Jay found that
entertaining.
“Yes. You.”
The words were deliberate, and prolonged as they rolled off his tongue. His
smoky grey-blue eyes sparkled with clear intent. “I am rarely wrong about
woman, Lou. I was sure you would be back.”
Lou’s eyes
squinted narrowly at his presumption. It
was one thing being hit on, but she found his cockiness a bit grating as if he
expected all women to simply throw themselves at him, and her one of them. His ego was obviously huge, and she almost
brushed past him. But if she was honest with herself, she had been tempted a
time or two to pay a little visit to the USA Flea Market on the off chance she
would run into this rugged and sexy stranger.
Hearing the not so quiet Ana and her boyfriend in the wee hours of the
dawn, she had to admit, she had fantasized about Jay a time or two. Well, more
than that, but who was counting, she thought, as she eyed the magnificent male
specimen in front of her. But his
comment about rarely being wrong about women had her feathers ruffled. She
stood a little taller on her five foot two inch frame, glad she had worn heels
that made her three inches taller. Jay
had to be over six feet tall. Like a
gladiator. Mmm, she shook her head of
long brown curls to push out the image that just popped into her mind.
Jay laughed.
His eyes narrowed and he gave her body a complete once over. Her hair was a riot of brown waves and the
clip she wore on the side did nothing to tame them. He imagined her naked on a sheet, spread out
before him with her hair fanned out waiting to be touched. Her pale skin was
like ivory, the red lips full, and the tantalizing neckline on the busty small
frame was just what he had in mind for a little diversion. She was wearing an emerald V-neck shirt,
nothing too revealing, but enough to make a man wonder. Her ass was a little
flat, he had noticed when she walked away at the flea market, but those tits
had barely contained themselves in her little red halter top on that warm
summer day. God, they had bounced as she
walked down the aisles with her red-headed friend, the Amazon, and the blond
guy that wasn’t her boyfriend. His cock
began to harden as he remembered. Her
legs were slender, shapely and pale. She
needed to get out more. He imagined what
those legs would look like on his shoulders, draped over his back as he licked
her pussy up against a wall. She
probably weighed 110 pounds. He could
lift her with one hand. Maybe 115, with
those tits, he thought as his gaze travelled back up over them. His hands
itched to feel the weight of them. His cock was stone hard now, straining
uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. He cleared his throat. “I am
glad I was wrong about you,” he confessed.
The fact that she hadn’t come running back the next day like most women
he hit on did, said she was a bit classier than the rest. He wanted to probe
her pussy with his tongue until she screamed for more.
MJ Nightingale has spent over two decades teaching students how to write, and now she is doing it herself. Originally from Canada, she graduated from University with her Bachelor of Arts and then went on to get her Bachelor of Education Degree in Secondary Education.
Reading has been a part of her life since she was a child. She has been an avid lover of classical English and American literature, but romance has always held a special place in her heart. She devours historical romance novels all summer long, and any type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense, and drama. This is her second published book, and she has one more book, Afraid to Hope, coming out in in the summer of 2014. All three, Fire In His Eyes, Afraid to Love and Afraid to Hope, are erotic romance standalone novels and are part of her Secrets & Seduction Series.
She is also working on a new series The Bounty Hunters for 2015.
She currently lives in Florida, where she continues to teach, with her wonderful husband of nine years, and her sons. She plans on pursuing her writing career full time very soon.
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