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Happy Release Day! Blood Vows Book Two-The Betrayal

It'll be up on Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Barnes and Noble in the next day or so (follow me on my author page at www.facebook.com/authorejamie for the links as I add them) But you can pick up the sequel to the bestselling The Vendetta, Blood Vows Book Two-The Betrayal now!


Blood Vows Book Two-The Betrayal: Brianna and Alessandro are in Ireland to uncover the truth about the love between their ancestors Franscesca and Adriano, a love that is at the center of a vendetta that has raged between rival mob families the Dardano's and O'Reiley's for over fifty years.
When they return to New York , it is with the certainty that the only way to end the vendetta is to bring their two families together. Brianna and Alessandro marry, determined that their love will flourish despite the animosity that still reigns between their families.
But it quickly becomes evident that neither branch of the O'Reiley and Dardano family is willing to accept this attempt to end the vendetta. Brianna and Alessandro find their loyalties more divided than ever before as those they love conspire around them, leading to a shocking betrayal that could destroy their love forever.
And still, the violent specter of Arturo Dardano, the younger Dardano brother, determined to seize power away from his brother, remains.
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Here's a small excerpt to whet your appetite!



There were no streetlights as there was no street. Only the moonlight kept her from falling on her face as she took Alessandro’s hand and led him to the high bushes, the scent of heather filled the air. 
They were close to the water. She briefly wondered if Adriano and Francesca ever came here to this exact spot. She felt an inexplicable pull to it for some reason and wondered if that was why. Bree smiled up at him as she began pulling his shirt out from the waistband of his jeans. Her hands moved under his shirt, caressing warm, tight skin. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered. “I’ve missed feeling you inside of me,” Bree undid the buttons of his shirt, running kisses along the inches of slowly revealed skin. 
“Ditto,” Alessandro said hoarsely, using her expression. 
He looked like hard, silver marble as she slid the fabric off his shoulders, the moon behind him making his skin gleam. 
She got down to her knees and undid his jeans, pulling the material down off his hips, letting his erection free. 
Bree took him into her mouth, running her tongue along the tight, warm skin, feeling the soft drops of his arousal gather on her tongue. Her hands went to his behind, bringing him closer. 
“Christ, Brianna. You look like some deliciously debauched angel down there,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. 
She smiled up at him and sucked harder, her own body opening, clutching in anticipation of the shaft in her mouth driving deep into her pussy.
He swore and pulled her away from him. “You’re turn, darling.” His hands trembled with barely restrained passion as he guided her onto the ground.
The smell of earth, flowers and Alessandro filled her nostrils as he moved down. “You’re like gold all over,” he murmured, stroking her skin before moving down between her legs. 
Bree trembled at his touch, looking up at the moon and stars above them. The sight before her blurred and then got sharper as Alessandro’s mouth followed his fingers, stroking, piercing, and fucking her deeply. She was thankful it hadn’t rained all day, though the air was cool. 
Alessandro’s body was warm and his touch on her thighs, spreading her wider, was like fire. She reached down and gripped his head. Begging, pleading…coming. As her body trembled and arched, rolling in powerful waves, Alessandro came up, covering her and pushed into her with one deep thrust. 
Bree cried out, part pleasure and a slight sting of pain at her still slightly sore body. But she wanted, needed his cock like a wanderer long denied water. 
“Are you all right?” Alessandro asked, sucking in his breath.
Bree nodded. “Don’t stop,” She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Oh God,”
He moved slowly, belying the violence etched on his face that told her he wanted to ram her into the ground, fuck her straight through the earth. 
Bree wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh I’ve missed you,” she sighed into his ear, rolling her hips eagerly beneath him, ignoring the hard packed floor under her. 
Alessandro’s brought his mouth down to her neck, sucking at her pulse, scratching her with his stubble. She writhed against him, wanting him deeper, harder.
Bree must have said the words aloud cause his grip on her hips tightened and he drove down more violently, shaking above her. 
She trembled, her breasts growing heavy, the skin and nerves stretching and filling until before Bree could warn him, her breasts burst her milk between them. Alessandro gave a start of surprise and pulled back.
Bree felt a moment’s embarrassment, not knowing how he would react. She doubted he’d ever slept with a woman who’d just given birth before. 
“Wow,” Alessandro murmured, he looked down at her in question. “Do you think our son would mind?” 
Before she could ask what he meant, Alessandro lowered his mouth to her breasts, licking, sucking, and drinking the silky sweet liquid.
“Oh God…Oh God…” Bree moaned, her body feeling as if it had been submerged in electricity.
His hips slowed their thrusts as he concentrated on her breasts. 
She trembled at the foreign sensations. He’d never done this. Michael. There was something, elemental, primal about Alessandro doing this to her. 
Bree clutched tight around his cock, feeling the deep pulsing begin in her chest and rolling downward in breathtaking waves.
“Must save some for our son,” Alessandro said coming back up to her mouth so she could taste the sweetness of her milk on his lips. 
She raised her hips up to match his thrusts, which had renewed their driving fierceness.“Oh Alessandro…I love you, I love you, I love you…” she panted in his ear as he fucked her in delicious deep thrusts.
Then he was flipping her over so that she was now on top. His cock was buried even deeper now and Bree couldn’t breathe for the frenzied sensations exploding through her.
“Come for me, darling,” he growled and she could feel him swelling thicker inside of her with impending release. “Come with me.”
Then she was. Bree arched back and cried out as she came, feeling him filling her with his orgasm and his very soul at the same time. She felt as if she was melting into him, merging, joining every single part of her body, every nerve ending, every vein and muscle with his until they were one pulsing, rolling arching body. Her body tensed and bowed forward, her mouth in his hair as she collapsed against him, feeling his thick release pulsing into her. She panted, breathless against his face as he cradled her against his body, pulling her down onto him. 
“Well, that was new,” Alessandro, panted with a laugh.
They’d never come at the same time like that before. It had felt so…different, like their souls had been anchored somewhere outside of themselves, here in this place.That’s how Bree knew. Adriano and Francesca had made love here before.She was sure of it, not with her brain. With her soul. 

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Cover Reveal: Blood Vows Book Two-The Betrayal

So happy to share my gorgeous cover for book two in the Blood Vows trilogy, The Betrayal! The release date is set for May 14th (twelve days!!!!) and here's the blurb:

Blood Vows Book Two-The Betrayal: Brianna and Alessandro are in Ireland to uncover the truth about the love between their ancestors Franscesca and Adriano, a love that is at the center of a vendetta that has raged between rival mob families the Dardano's and O'Reiley's for over fifty years.
When they return to New York , it is with the certainty that the only way to end the vendetta is to bring their two families together. Brianna and Alessandro marry, determined that their love will flourish despite the animosity that still reigns between their families.
But it quickly becomes evident that neither branch of the O'Reiley and Dardano family is willing to accept this attempt to end the vendetta. Brianna and Alessandro find their loyalties more divided than ever before as those they love conspire around them, leading to a shocking betrayal that could destroy their love forever.
And still, the violent specter of Arturo Dardano, the younger Dardano brother, determined to seize power away from his brother, remains.

I'm sharing snippets from now until the release date over on my fb author page: www.facebook.com/authorejamie

Earth Day Blog Hop

I'm tickled to be a part of the Rebel Ink Blog Hop celebrating Earth Day this week! I'm joined by some fantastic authors and many of us are giving away ebook copies of our scorching tales AND if that's not enough for ya, there is one grand prize of a Kindle Paperwhite that you can win by your email addy in the little box below after the excerpt. The best part is you can enter more than once! By 'hopping' along with all the authors at: http://www.rebelinkpress.com/RebelReasoning you can enter at each of their blogs and  get a chance to win the author's individuals prizes too!

Here on my blog, I thought, since Resistance Book Two-The Affair just released I'd offer all your lovely folks a chance to win an ebook copy! Just answer the following question after reading the excerpt here to be entered to win: "Who does Catie think the 'ghost' in the house is?"



Elsa Mostek Friedman has built a good life for herself and her daughter, Catherine. A life of privilege and wealth. It's a life that’s a far cry from her humble beginnings in a Polish village. It’s a life built on lies, because while she adores her husband, David, it’s another man who haunts her dreams. It’s another man her body yearns for: Catherine's father, the German Resistance spy Friedrich Weiss, who infiltrated the Nazi regime. Their love was forged in the horrors of Auschwitz and when Friedrich helped Elsa escape, it was to build the very life she has now.

Now Friedrich has returned and Elsa is torn between her love for her husband and all the security he provides, and the love she has for Friedrich, who is still a hunted man. Elsa and Friedrich have no future, but passion explodes between them, hotter than ever. And for all their noble intentions, for all their fears of discovery, neither can stay away from the other.

Elsa walks a knife-edge line between both men as she also tries to protect the secrets she’s kept for over six years.

But there are others who know Elsa's secrets and they too have returned to make sure the carefully constructed world she’s built explodes in a rain of violence and vengeance that will only be appeased when everything Elsa holds dear is destroyed.


Excerpt




She wouldn’t tell Rashda yet. Elsa wanted to bring Catherine to Friedrich alone. She felt a bit like a manipulator when she asked Rashda if she could stay behind and take care of the guest list for David and Ania’s welcome home dinner. She had nothing too big planned but she did want to celebrate his homecoming. She missed him so much and yet she was dreading his return. How was it possible to feel such polar opposite things at the exact same time?
Elsa brought Catherine to work with her and then to sign the building contracts for the school, then finally to the house. They stayed in the back yard, far enough for Friedrich to see them from his window and yet he could still remain hidden.
“Do people live here, Mama?” Catherine asked, looking at the house.
“Only for a little while longer but they're not here today. I’m gonna buy it and the teacher’s will live here. 
What do you think?” Elsa asked her.
Catherine nodded. “I tink dat’s a good idea.”
Elsa had pulled Catherine’s back into a pony tail though a few stray black curls framed her face. The little girl wore a simple blue dress with white lace and her favourite black shoes. She didn’t want to dress Catherine up too much and arouse any kind of suspicion but in her own mind it was a very special occasion. Could he see her? Could he see their little girl?
Catherine leaned against a tree as Elsa lay the blanket down and set their food down. Elsa took out green grapes and set it on a paper plate and handed it to her after she sat down.Catherine crossed her legs and placed the plate in her lap.
“Daddy’s coming back tomowo?”
He’s watching you now.Tears stung Elsa's eyes. She sniffled and blinked them away.
The little girl cocked her head and looked at her. “You miss him lots, huh?”
That much wasn’t a lie. David made her world make sense. With David there was no chaos. “I love your daddy very much.” Both of them.
“We gonna haf a party?”
“Just a small dinner,” Elsa said.
Catherine plucked a grape and raised it level with her mother’s face. “Catch, Mama.” She proceeded to shoot the grape but it hit Elsa in the nose. “Oops!” she laughed.
“You wanna try again?” Elsa asked, smiling.
“I can do it, watch,” Catherine tried a second time, but Elsa deliberately kept her mouth closed. “Mama!” she protested, giggling. “It won’t go in like dat!”
“Oh, no?” Elsa asked, pretending to be surprised.
“You a siwwy goose, mama.”
“Am I?” Elsa asked, setting her plate down on the blanket and getting up on her knees, preparing to lunge at her daughter.
Catherine sensed what her mother was about to do and scrambled to her feet. “No!” she shrieked and broke off on a run, laughing and squealing when Elsa caught her and tackled her on the grass and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly.
“Do you give up?” Elsa teased, pressing her fingers into Catherine’s squirming sides.
“No!” Catherine shrieked back. Like a worm, the little girl managed to slither away from Elsa and scrambled to her feet. Breaking into a run, she suddenly stopped and stared at the house.
Elsa's heart dropped into her stomach. Had Catherine seen Friedrich at the window? “What is it?” she asked, panting behind her daughter. No, she couldn’t see Friedrich there. Had he been there a second ago?
Catherine took a step back, coming up against Elsa. “Dunno. Just feeled a wittle funny. Do you tink da house is haunned?”
“Haunted? Why would you think that?” she asked, her voice tight.
Catherine sat down on the grass and looked up at the house. “It feels like it has eyes and it’s looking at me.”
Elsa tried to laugh but the sound came out more like a choked gasp. Damn it, Friedrich! Don’t let her see you! “Of course not. The people who live here for now aren’t home.”
Catherine placed her hands behind her and kept her eyes on the house. “Not people, Mama. A ghost. Maybe it’s a nice ghost ‘cause I’s nod a-scared. Can we go inside an’ check?”
Elsa clucked her tongue and tried to control her breathing. “Don’t be silly, Catie. There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
“Der is, too! Ewica say so. She say her daddy watches her and he dieded long time ago so he’s a ghost,” she explained.
Elsa opened her mouth to protest but closed it when Catherine continued.
“She say my Gamma Lenie and Gappy Michal watch me, too. Maybe dat’s dem in da house and I feel der eyes.”
Elsa’s eyes filled with tears. Could their daughter be feeling her father’s presence, his love for her? Elsa crouched down and kissed her. “Maybe.”
“Can we go see?” Catherine asked, excited.
“Well…you don’t want to be scared, do you? What if it is a scary ghost” Elsa asked her, feeling lousy for manipulating her daughter.
Catherine wavered, now nervous. “Hmm. Maybe nod dis time.”
“Ah, good choice,” she said, both amused and relieved. “Now let’s finish your food, okay?”
They sat and ate for another half an hour. She didn’t know if Catherine could feel Friedrich but Elsa certainly could. Maybe it was because he was invading every part of her now, her thoughts, her feelings. She sighed then, the sun began losing strength and it was getting chilly.  “We should get back home.”
“Okay, I’m gonna dwa daddy a picture fo when he comes home tomorrow. Do you tink he’d like dat?”
“Oh I know he would,” Elsa pulled her in close and hugged her.
“Could you draw me one, too?” She could give it to Friedrich.
“Okay,” Catherine nodded, getting to her feet. She helped Elsa pack up the leftover food and fold up the blanket. Before they got back in the car, Catherine stopped and looked back at the house. “Bye Gamma Lenie!” a Rafflecopter giveaway

Happy Release Day! Resistance Book Two-The Affair

So thrilled to announce that the second book in the Resistance trilogy, The Affair is now available at all online retailers!

Elsa Mostek Friedman has built a good life for herself and her daughter, Catherine. A life of privilege and wealth. It's a life that’s a far cry from her humble beginnings in a Polish village. It’s a life built on lies, because while she adores her husband, David, it’s another man who haunts her dreams. It’s another man her body yearns for: Catherine's father, the German Resistance spy Friedrich Weiss, who infiltrated the Nazi regime. Their love was forged in the horrors of Auschwitz and when Friedrich helped Elsa escape, it was to build the very life she has now. 

Now Friedrich has returned and Elsa is torn between her love for her husband and all the security he provides, and the love she has for Friedrich, who is still a hunted man. Elsa and Friedrich have no future, but passion explodes between them, hotter than ever. And for all their noble intentions, for all their fears of discovery, neither can stay away from the other. 

Elsa walks a knife-edge line between both men as she also tries to protect the secrets she’s kept for over six years. 

But there are others who know Elsa's secrets and they too have returned to make sure the carefully constructed world she’s built explodes in a rain of violence and vengeance that will only be appeased when everything Elsa holds dear is destroyed.

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How about an excerpt?




“Are you all right?” Elsa asked, following the limb behind a large crate.The curtain rod fell from her hand and her legs turned to jelly when she came around the crate and met an unmistakably familiar face. His dark hair was longer, bringing his bangs into his eyes and a dark beard covered the bottom half of his face.“Dear God,” she whispered, reaching for something to brace herself, finding nothing, Elsa fell to her knees, her bare skin brushing his pant leg.He looked at her, awestruck, his brown eyes wide in his pale face.“Friedrich.”The name come from deep inside of her in a rush of shocking joy so strong it burst from her in quick exhale. She didn’t think and didn’t speak again for the longest time, just threw her arms around him and inhaled the scent of his skin. The sounds coming from her were almost like whimpers as she nuzzled his sweat dampened neck, the bristles on his face and salt of what she recognized as tears. Hers? His? She felt a hand on her back as he clutched her tight, drawing her practically on top of him.Her only thought was getting closer and to keep touching him to assure herself he was truly there. It was as if madness gripped her and she dug her nails into his shoulders. Her mouth met his and his groans and exhalations of her name pushed into her like a brand.“You’re here,” she moaned, kissing him again and again. She kissed his face, his nose, the dampness from his eyes, the love pulsing through her like a caged animal, clawing to get free. Love? Oh God yes…yes! The admission throbbed and pulsed through her as he cupped the back of her head and slid his fingers into her long hair, holding her still as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. My love…the words stabbed through her, deep and hard and she pressed down on his lap, feeling the unmistakable bulge there.“Am I dreaming?” Elsa moaned, keeping her eyes closed, afraid if she opened them he’d be gone.“No,” his voice caressed her, his fingers massaging her scalp. “I’m here, Elsa. I’m here.” “Oh…” she whimpered, kissing him, moving to straddle his lap. “Oh God,” she cried, rocking her hips against him. “Don’t stop touching me…Please….please…keep your hands on me, my love, my love…”His hand went to her bottom, tilting her forward, more sharply against him and Elsa came with a scream and in the aftershocks came the cold horrific realization of what she was doing.He let her go gently and Elsa leaned back, untangling her legs from his.  She had only one grey shoe on. The other was next to Friedrich’s thigh on the opposite side.“Can you…my shoe?” She motioned towards it and he handed it to her. Silently, she slipped it back on her foot. “How…Where…?” She shook her head. “I have so many questions I don’t know where to start.”“Me, too,” he admitted, panting.She studied him and realized he was clutching his arm. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She climbed back on her knees and pulled his hand away, seeing no blood she tugged on the collar of his shirt, seeing a bump in his shoulder that shouldn’t be there.“I fell…trying to hide when I heard noise downstairs.”She cringed. “Sorry about that.”Friedrich shook his head. “I’m not.” He looped his finger around a long lock of her blonde hair. “My God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”She met his gaze and her face heated. She quickly looked away. “Did you land on your shoulder? I think it might be dislocated.” Catherine had suffered a similar injury last year when she decided she would try and prove she could fly if she wanted to by taking a dive off the fence at her grandpa Max’s estate.Catherine. Oh God. Elsa shuddered at the enormity of having to tell Friedrich they had a child, a daughter. But did he know already?“Sure feels that way,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I would have popped it back into place, but then I heard you approaching.”“Here. Let me.” She took his hand in hers and shivered. His skin was warm.He turned her hand over and Elsa saw him study her wedding ring.Elsa closed her eyes, feeling a little nauseous now with the weight of her guilt but she couldn’t figure out who she was guilty about, being married to David or being here with Friedrich?“What’s his name?” Friedrich asked softly.Elsa couldn’t look at him. Instead she propped her foot against his underarm and pulled with all her might, popping the shoulder back into place.Friedrich let out growl, and swore as he dug the back of his head against the wall before exhaling and sagging against the wall.Elsa took her blazer off and used it to make a sling for him. “Try not to move it too much and you should be okay.”“Elsa,” Friedrich’s tone told her he knew she was avoiding his question.She supposed it was a good thing. If he didn’t know about David, he didn’t know about Catherine. She knew she would have to tell him about their daughter eventually but she told herself it was just too much to deal with right now. First she had to know more about what he was doing here and if he was staying.“David,” she replied. “His name is David and he loves me very much.” She wasn’t sure why she felt she had to add that. It felt like protection from him or maybe a reminder for herself. She certainly hadn’t given her husband a second thought a moment ago.“How could he not?” Friedrich said, looking at her.Elsa lowered her head.Friedrich reached over and touched her necklace. “I see you got my message.”Her fingers went to the chain, just missing his as he dropped his hand. “Yes, thank you. How…long have you been here?”“Only a few weeks. My food is running out though so I’m going to have to move on soon. I just wanted to see if I could find you and see you once before I left. I should have known you would find me first,” he said with a snort.“I could bring you food,” she injected quickly without thinking. It would be disaster if he stayed! What on earth was she thinking? The truth was now that he was here the thought of him leaving again was unbearable.He cocked his head and looked at her carefully. “You want me to stay?”Elsa picked at the pale blue fabric of her skirt. Say no. Tell him he has to leave. He was too dangerous to have in her life.“Elsa.”She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut tight.“Was it the shock of seeing me or did you mean what you said?” Friedrich asked her, his voice low as if he understood the weight of such a confession. “Did you mean what you called me?”My love…My love…That man loves you.She took his hand again and pressed it to her face, leaning against it. “Yes,” she moaned, her eyes filling with tears. “Oh yes. I love you. I kept telling myself it was something else all these years because I had to, to move on but it wasn’t. But it doesn’t matter.”Friedrich lowered his head to hers, their foreheads pressed together. “It’s all right. I don’t want to ruin your life. Dear God, no. I’ve never wanted that. It was why I stayed away, for your sake as much as mine, but I wanted to see you at least once. I would allow myself just to set eyes on you once more before I put an ocean between us.”

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Happy Release Day!!! Strawberry Wine

Hello, my lovelies! my contemporary romantic suspense Strawberry Wine is now available from Beachwalk Press! http://beachwalkpress.com/strawberry-wine/

Can these ex-lovers work together to save New York City's children?
Caleb and Laura were teenage sweethearts, poised on the edge of a beautiful future, then without explanation, Laura walked out. Now both are cops and have been partnered up to bring down a notorious criminal who is exploiting New York City's innocent children. Can they put aside old hurts to save the children, and will the flames of rekindled passion be enough to give their love a second chance?

How about a wee tease to whet your appetite?


He’d forgotten his cellphone charger in the car. Caleb got only as far as the front door when he saw her, sitting in the driveway in a light brown car. She jumped in the driver’s seat when she saw him, her eyes going wide.

Caleb watched her close her eyes and ease out of the car, her gaze locking on him.
Oh God. She’s so beautiful! That was the first thought that ripped through him when her green eyes meet his. Her blonde hair was shorter than he remembered, coming just to her shoulders. He recalled running his fingers through the long mass while they made love. She wore a baby blue t-shirt stretched across breasts that used to drive him insane.
Used to.

No longer. Yet he couldn’t stop drinking her in. Her jeans were snug but looked comfortable, and he could make out tight, toned thighs. For a second, Caleb could almost feel those smooth thighs, sliding along his, and he forced himself to push that memory aside.

"Laura." He spat the word out like a curse and a plea all at the same time.

His voice panted her name in her ear, soft and urgent while he pushed into her. Laura...Laura...Laura...
"Caleb. Hi." She forced out the sounds through choking breath.
Her nails dug into his back, moving upward to press him deeper into her body. Caleb...Caleb...Caleb...
Caleb’s eyes stayed on hers.
"Is it this way with other couples, do you think? Do you think they feel this too, Caleb?"
He watched her catch sight of his car, and she gasped. He knew she recognized it.
The rain was pouring on them, but they didn’t care. Laura bit into the soaked yellow fabric covering his shoulder. "Someone is gonna catch... Oh my God...like that...oh God..." Her body slid desperately, pulling at Caleb’s hips as he thrust, surging up into her with hard, deep movements. He leaned down to kiss her, her mouth wet and warm, her skin damp and steaming.
"Uh… Is your mom home?" she asked, jolting Caleb from his thoughts for a moment.

"So we’re like...kinda official now, right?" a sixteen-year-old Caleb asked, spread out on the carpet next to her. Strawberry Wine 20
Laura looked up from her textbook. "I dunno. Do you want to be?"

"Yeah."

She leaned over and kissed him softly. "Me too."
"Uh. Yeah," he replied, trying to settle on any one of the dozens of emotions running through him. He felt rage, desire, uncertainty, sadness, panic. He’d thought for sure that when he saw her he would unload years of rage on her, but having her mere steps away from him now, Caleb had no idea what to say or do. Instead he turned away, forgetting what he’d come outside to get, and didn’t look behind him to see if she was following.

He could feel her eyes on him while they walked into the house.

That mouth. Caleb remembered what that mouth used to do to him. How hot and soft it was.
"Laura, you don’t have to... Oh my God..." Caleb arched off the seat when she slid her lips down over him. Heat, explosive and intense, raced through every nerve ending to gather right there, and Caleb clenched his eyes shut tight because to watch her would make him come all that much sooner.
She followed him into the living room and wouldn’t really look at him. She was still so damned beautiful. But her body was a little different. Tighter, yet rounder in places, and oh God, her breasts. He tore his eyes away and forced his desire back to rage. He watched the nervous look on his mother’s face when she came into the living room and hugged Laura before gesturing toward the pale green-and-white striped couch.

"Can I get you something to drink? Beer?"

"Ah, hell, Ma. You should let Laura just take a look in the fridge and pick something out herself. She’s practically family, isn’t that right?" Caleb asked, dropping an arm on the back of the couch, dangerously close to her shoulder.

Laura turned and stared at him, her face flushing, and clenched her jaw but said nothing.

"I don’t think any of us were all that surprised when we found out Laura took up with Mike. I mean, Laura always did love our family, seeing that things weren’t all that great with her own."

Now both she and his mother glared at him. Caleb felt a burst of triumph at the flash of pain in Laura’s eyes. That’s right, bitch. Hurt. Hurt ’til you bleed. Though he knew it would never come close to what she’d done to him, maybe he could make things a little painful for her Strawberry Wine 21 in his own way.

"Laura, honey, why don’t you stay for dinner?"

Caleb scowled at his mother.

"Would you like to help me with the salad?" Caroline asked, giving Caleb a look that mimicked the ‘wait ’til your father gets home’ glares she used to give him when he was a child.

They came back out a few minutes later with some wine. Caroline handed Caleb a glass, and he watched as Laura now took the matching armchair seat furthest away from him.

"You know what I miss? That non-alcoholic strawberry wine you used to give us when we were kids. Man, I haven’t had that in ages," Caleb said, watching Laura choke on her wine.

"I thought you kids hated that stuff." Caroline took her place next to Caleb.

"Nah, it was all right. Remember, Laura? It was an acquired taste," Caleb reminded her.

Laura poured the wine over Caleb’s head and then licked a path down his bare shoulder to his chest.

"Hmm, doesn’t taste half bad this way." She smiled, settling on his lap.
"I can’t even really recall what it tastes like anymore," Laura replied, narrowing her eyes at him.
Bitch, Caleb thought, scowling.
"I saw some in the grocery store a few weeks ago. I can pick some up," Caroline offered.

He watched Laura cringe and felt a punch of satisfaction.

"Sure."

Yeah, you remember.
Caleb had to stop looking at her. She had one arm behind her head, absently playing with her hair and staring out the window. Her cheeks were flushed with a hint of red, and he knew she could feel his gaze on her. He’d taken her many times on this very couch when they’d had the house to themselves. He wondered if she remembered that too.

She looked around the room. Anywhere but at Caleb.

A very long time ago, he’d dreamt that he and Laura would be partners in every way. But Laura had killed that dream. Killed all his dreams. He felt his rage begin to churn more violently, and he was afraid he would jump on Laura and strangle her.

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Coming February 18: Strawberry Wine

My contemporary romance Strawberry Wine is coming out this Monday from Beachwalk Press! Hope you'll grab your very own copy!

Can these ex-lovers work together to save New York City's children?
Caleb and Laura were teenage sweethearts, poised on the edge of a beautiful future, then without explanation, Laura walked out. Now both are cops and have been partnered up to bring down a notorious criminal who is exploiting New York City's innocent children. Can they put aside old hurts to save the children, and will the flames of rekindled passion be enough to give their love a second chance?

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