Blurb:
Baylee
Crawford thought she had her whole life figured out, right up until she accepts
a scandalous little dare involving a mysterious man that makes her throw
caution to the wind. When she falls completely in love with her mystery man,
how will she cope when she has to say goodbye to him as he leaves for war? When
a tragedy threatens to tear her world apart, Baylee is left feeling lost and
has no idea how to help her family in the midst of this loss. Follow Baylee and
Nash through a tale of love, passion, longing, war, and tragedy.
Excerpt:
Teeth hitting, tongues warring, and their
breath mingling together, desperate and needy, she couldn’t stop it.
“I need to feel you,” he begged against her
lips.
She
could have cried from the desperation thick in his voice. Wrapping her legs around
his waist and pulling his hips into her, she clung to his body in every way she
could. In less than four hours he’d be gone. She molded her body to his,
keeping every sliver of skin she could connected to him. Wrapping her arms
around his neck, she broke the kiss, and hid her face in the crook of his neck.
She breathed him in, sun, mint, and the tiniest hint of cigarette smoke. She
always hated the smell of smoke, but on him, mixed with the smell of mint and a
scent inherently him, it was mouth watering.
Their bodies moved together as one. Her hands
roamed over his back, memorizing every muscle and curve of him. His forehead
rested against hers, and she noticed moisture on his cheek, although she didn’t
know if it came from her eyes or his.
Baylee pushed on his chest. When he moved back,
she moved as well, shifting them, him sitting and her perched in his lap. With
her legs around his waist, she writhed against him. She wanted to look into his
eyes, fearing if she did, she’d never stop crying. His head rested on her
shoulder as she whispered soft words of love in his ear.
When she had an orgasm, it rocked her soul,
right down to the very core of her. Her body shook against his. She pulled back
slightly, she wanted to see his face when she brought him to bliss. When she
looked at him, she couldn’t stop the sob from leaving her. His eyes, bright all
the time, shimmered. His chin quivered, but the look of absolute terror there
in the depths of his gaze broke her.
“Nash…” She couldn’t say anything else, couldn’t
speak past the emotion lodged in her throat.
“Baylee, please tell me you know how much I
love you…please.”
She put her hands on both sides of his face,
using her left thumb to wipe away the tear slipping from his eye.
“I know, Nash, I know it with everything
inside. You love me.”
They still moved together, still worshiped the
other’s body until his pace became erratic. When he came, he gripped her hips
too tightly. She didn’t give a word of complaint. She held onto him, running
her fingers through his hair, trying to hold him together with all the strength
she had.
“I love you, baby girl. Don’t ever forget.”
“I love you too.”
Nash carried her to the shower where she washed
his body, and he washed hers. She stopped crying, but it took all of her
strength to do it. They finished showering, and she went to the kitchen to make
breakfast while he finished getting ready. At a sound behind her, she turned
and saw him standing there. She gasped and nearly fell down. Standing in the
doorway in his combat uniform, her husband, the most amazing thing she had ever
seen. She wanted to have her way with him. At the same time, she wanted to hide
him away and never let him leave.
Baylee ran across the room and threw herself
into his arms, unable to stop the flow of tears from falling. She tried hard to
be strong for him, to be as calm as she could, knowing it’d be hard enough for
him to leave. She couldn’t stand the thought of him being in a war zone, being
in the blistering dessert, being shot at, or anything else along those lines.
“Promise me you will come back. Lie if you have
to. Right now, I need you to say the words,” she begged against his neck.
She could feel him choking back his emotion.
She could feel his pain radiating off of him in waves.
“I promise,” he whispered into her ear, as if
unable to say anymore.
They ate breakfast, neither of them able to say
much. Ethan, Jolie, and Jamie went with them on the silent drive to the
airport. Once parked, Nash grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk of Jolie’s
car, and they all walked inside.
Baylee wanted there to be a line, wanted it to
be crowded to give her more time with him. Back to holding it all in, she
fought to be strong for him. Her strength ebbed away with ever step they took
towards security. Her grip of his hand must have been painful, but she couldn’t
loosen it though.
She looked at her watch, seeing he had to go.
Looking around, she noticed many of the people watching them, some with smiles
and looks of understanding, while others wore looks of appreciation toward
Nash. Being proud of him, proud to be his wife, didn’t make it easier to let go
of his hand.
When they reached the security gates, she could
go no further. The time had come where she would say goodbye to him. Not see
him, touch him, or feel him for the next seven months. Baylee stopped, took a
deep breath, and turned to face him.
He put his hands on her face looking deep into
her eyes and spoke in a soft voice. “I’m coming home to you, baby girl. Seven
months, we can do this.”
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
When he hugged her, he stood up straight, lifting her feet from the ground. She
wrapped her legs around him, not caring in the least who saw. She kissed his
cheeks, both his eyes, and finally his lips, letting her tongue slip into his
mouth. The kiss was heated and completely inappropriate for public. She didn’t
care.
“I love you, Nash Jenson.”
Excerpt 2:
Without fear or uncertainty in Baylee’s voice,
she spoke in her way of challenging Jamie. “Dare.”
Jamie’s smile spread even wider, and she nodded
slowly. She took a shot before saying, “I dare you to have sex with a
stranger.”
A collective gasp swept around the room.
Suddenly, this game had taken a turn from the occasional strip tease and random
kiss to something else entirely. Baylee laughed and thought for a moment. She
hadn’t been with a man in a very long time, not since her relationship ended a
year ago. She never thought she’d sleep with some random man, but when her gaze
fell upon the man sitting next to her, she made her decision.
She smiled at Jamie, stood up, and extended her
hand to the delicious looking man sitting to her right. Shock passed over his
face. He shook his head slightly, grabbed her hand, and followed her lead.
Baylee looked over her shoulder to her best friend. She had to laugh a little
at the look of total astonishment on Jamie’s face.
Baylee’s heart pounded harder in her chest the
closer she got to her bedroom. Stopping at the door, she took a deep breath
before turning the knob. Walking in, she took another deep breath and turned.
He leaned back against the door, causing it to
latch with a soft click. Head down, the fedora covered his whole face, with the
exception of his lips in a slightly dark, sexy smile. When Baylee heard the
lock click, she clenched her thighs together in anticipation.
Taking a step toward her, he asked softly,
“What should I call you?”
The deep timber of his voice sent chills down
her spine and when she said “Baylee,” her voice sounded breathy. She never
realized her voice could sound sultry.
“What should I call you?”
“Nash.”
His name, the only thing he said before he
pressed his lips to hers gently. She didn’t think. Instead she deepened the
kiss, tracing her tongue along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth sliding his
tongue into hers. She moaned at his taste, whiskey, mint, and the slightest
hint of cigarette smoke. A strange combination she found mouth watering.
“Tell me you’re sure about this. Tell me you
want me.”
Desperation. The only word she could use to
describe the way he sounded.
“Yes,” she gasped as he nipped the place where
her shoulder met her neck.
Her answer seemed to be the only encouragement
he needed. His hands moved down her body, stopping at the hem of her dress.
When he pulled back to look at her once more, she gave him a nod of permission.
One sweep of his arms left her standing in
nothing more than her panties, gloves, and heels. Swaying her hips in her best
exotic dancer impression, she rolled her gloves off, letting them drop to the
ground. She sauntered the three steps he had put between them when he removed
her dress. She slowly lifted the hat off his head, revealing his deep auburn
colored hair, cut really short on the sides and slightly longer on top.
Her hands ghosted down the back of his neck,
over his shoulders, and across his chest to the buttons on his vest. As she
worked the buttons, he put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her
so passionately, her knees nearly buckled. Once she got the vest off, she had
no patients for the shirt buttons. She ripped them open with both of them
groaning in delight at the sounds of buttons hitting the wall and hardwood
floor. With their hands working together, his clothes quickly became a pile on
the floor next to hers.
She moved to take her shoes off, but he stopped
her, shaking his head slowly with a devious grin on his face. The way his eyes
seemed to drink her in made her lightheaded.
“I want to taste you.”
Where can you buy this fabulous book, you ask? I'll tell you:
About The Author:
Lacie lives in Ga with her boyfriend of five years and their
dog, Libby. She spends most of her time
reading and writing. She writes from a
very personal place and finds that creating a story based off of things she has
been through is very cleansing. She is
extremely close to her family so she tends to use little quirks that she loves
from her family members to create characters that are realistic.
Website - http://www.lacienation.weebly.com
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