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From international bestselling author Tia Louise comes a new STAND-ALONE second-chance romance…

WHEN WE TOUCH
By Tia Louise

Ember Rose was saltwater and seduction.
My biggest temptation.
My biggest regret.

I thought she’d always be waiting for me.
I was wrong.

Now I’m back in Oceanside searching for peace, hoping to escape what my life has become.

She isn’t supposed to be here…
Dark hair blowing in the ocean breeze,
Luscious curves barely hidden by thin cotton.

I didn’t come back for her.
But when we touch, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine…

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WHEN WE TOUCH
By Tia Louise
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Everywhere, Sept. 5, 2017

~ Ember ~

Last night he was in my bed, in my dreams. He’s only ever been in my dreams—for more than ten years.

Now he’s standing in front of me, flesh and bone, in the middle of my store.

Like he can just walk back into my life…
Out of the past…
Just like that.

He doesn’t move. He only blinks at me, seeming stunned. He reaches up and slowly pulls the cap off his head. He cut his hair.

All of these things happen so fast, until my daughter’s words break the spell.

“Can I play, Mommy?”

Jackson’s blue eyes move down to her and up to me again, down and up as if putting us together.

“Yes,” I say softly.

She scoops up the plastic bucket, marching to the large table like nothing is happening, like I’m not spiraling through space.

In my peripheral vision, I see Tabby’s hand cover her mouth, but my brain still hasn’t recovered from the lightning strike. It takes a few more breaths before I’m able to speak.

We both speak at once. “What are you doing here?”

His voice adds a depth to my softer one. It’s a vibration that echoes in my core. My breath comes in pants, but from somewhere inside me rises a strength I didn’t know I possessed. I take a step to the center of the room, in his direction.

“I never left.” An edge is in my voice.

He shakes his head his eyes never leaving mine. “No. That’s not right.”

He looks to my daughter, who has climbed onto the long bench by the window pulling her pretend baking dough out of the bags. Tabby twists her long brunette curls into a cute little bun on her head, and she starts to sing one of her made-up songs as she pats the dough in her small hands.

She’s pretending to be me. She’s always pretending to be me, and I watch as his expression turns slowly to confusion and then anger.

My teeth clench and all the past is consumed in a tidal wave of protective rage rolling through my chest.

“It’s time for you to go.” My voice is level, and his eyes are back on mine. I’m not smiling. “I don’t know why you’re in Oceanside, but there’s nothing for you here. Not anymore.”

The words twist pain in my stomach, and I watch as he passes a large hand over his mouth. The muscle in his jaw flexes, and he puts the cap back on his head, going to the door.

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WHEN WE TOUCH
By Tia Louise
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Everywhere, Sept. 5, 2017

~ Ember ~

Last night he was in my bed, in my dreams. He’s only ever been in my dreams—for more than ten years. Now he’s standing in front of me, flesh and bone, in the middle of my store.

Like he can just walk back into my life…
Out of the past…
Just like that.

He doesn’t move. He only blinks at me, seeming stunned. He reaches up and slowly pulls the cap off his head. He cut his hair.

All of these things happen so fast, until my daughter’s words break the spell.

“Can I play, Mommy?”

Jackson’s blue eyes move down to her and up to me again, down and up as if putting us together.

“Yes,” I say softly.

She scoops up the plastic bucket, marching to the large table like nothing is happening, like I’m not spiraling through space.

In my peripheral vision, I see Tabby’s hand cover her mouth, but my brain still hasn’t recovered from the lightning strike. It takes a few more breaths before I’m able to speak.

We both speak at once. “What are you doing here?”

His voice adds a depth to my softer one. It’s a vibration that echoes in my core. My breath comes in pants, but from somewhere inside me rises a strength I didn’t know I possessed. I take a step to the center of the room, in his direction.

“I never left.” An edge is in my voice.

He shakes his head his eyes never leaving mine. “No. That’s not right.”

He looks to my daughter, who has climbed onto the long bench by the window pulling her pretend baking dough out of the bags. Tabby twists her long brunette curls into a cute little bun on her head, and she starts to sing one of her made-up songs as she pats the dough in her small hands.

She’s pretending to be me. She’s always pretending to be me, and I watch as his expression turns slowly to confusion and then anger.

My teeth clench and all the past is consumed in a tidal wave of protective rage rolling through my chest.

“It’s time for you to go.” My voice is level, and his eyes are back on mine. I’m not smiling. “I don’t know why you’re in Oceanside, but there’s nothing for you here. Not anymore.”

The words twist pain in my stomach, and I watch as he passes a large hand over his mouth. The muscle in his jaw flexes, and he puts the cap back on his head, going to the door.

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THE RIGHT STUD
By Tia Louise & Ilsa Madden-Mills
© Ilsa-Louise Books, 2018

Ashton

Few things in life are as jaw-dropping amazing as Jax Roland emerging from the surf, muscles bulging, water running down the lines of his face, dripping from the ends of his hair… Jean Claude van Ram a rigid brown log in his arms, legs extended.

Okay, that last part I could’ve done without.

It takes less than a minute after he puts that asshole goat on the ground for JC to jump up and head straight for the shrub roses. I don’t even have time to say thank you before I’m charging up the hill after him.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

My overwhelming sadness at the prospect of losing Granny’s house, even my semi-gratitude toward Jax for averting Lulu’s anger over letting her precious goat drown, are forgotten in the race to save my grandmother’s flowers.

In addition to the house, they feel like my final connection to her, the plants she lovingly cultivated every year in her funny hat.

“Did you see that?” Mrs. C meets me at the gate. “He charged down there like Adonis heading into battle. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so stimulated. Reminds me of the time Mr. C talked me into taking a bite of a serrano pepper.”

I don’t have time to correct her Greek mythology or even ask why Mr. C was always taunting her with hot peppers. “Where did that bastard go?”

She jumps back, confused. “Rufus? I put him in his cage. It was time for his nap.”

“Jean Claude! He’ll eat everything!” Pushing past her, I continue running around the house, weighing my concern about Lulu’s anger versus killing that goat with my bare hands.

When I finally make it to the top of the hill, I see him, standing on the porch, his head plunged into the middle of my sweet olive, chomping away.

“Stop, you heartless bastard!” I catch him by the collar and drag him out of the deep-green leaves.

I look around, trying to decide what I’m going to do now. This jerk already chewed through the rope Lulu tied him with.

“Ashton.” The deep male voice pulls my attention to the top of the path.

Jax stands there looking all kinds of sexy with his tee stretched over his broad chest and his wet hair pushed back from his face. In his hand is a silver hook and a thin cable.

“What is that?” I drag the goat to where Jax is standing.

“I had it in the trunk of my car. It’s from a job I was doing. The owners had really big dogs.”

“He can get out of anything. I told Lulu not to bring him here again.”

“Lulu’s your friend?” He comes to where I’m standing and clips the hook through a loop on JC’s collar.

“Possibly ex-best friend.”

“You can’t really tether goats.” He gently extends the silver cable into the yard. From the soaked back pocket of his shorts, he pulls a metal stake. I watch as he loops the other end around it and pushes it into the ground. “How long do you expect to babysit him?”

“She’s got one hour left. Then we’re digging a pit. Roasted goat is delicious.”

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By Tia Louise & Ilsa Madden-Mills
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Jax

At the top of the hill, the kitchen is lit up like a beacon in the night, and soft strains of Motown drift down to my ears. Ashton moves around the room, slow-dancing with a bowl in her arms.

Her lips move, and I think she’s singing along as she stirs. My stomach tightens as I watch her slowly sway in the yellow light. She’s wearing a thin dress, and her dark hair is tied in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck. A few strands hang in pretty curls around her face.

Her eyes close as she puts the wooden spoon in her mouth, and I swallow the need in my throat. They blink open again, and she smiles as if she’s thinking about something naughty. I can’t take it.

My scalp is tight. The blood surges hot in my veins, burning under my skin as I charge up the path. I’m up the stairs, crossing the porch to the screen door leading into the kitchen. The door slams behind me, and she spins around, hazel eyes wide.

“Jax… Where did you go? I was just thinking—”

“I had to stay away. I thought I could distract myself, refocus…” I close the space between us in two steps and pull her soft body against mine. My hands grip her too hard, my voice is too rough. “I can’t stop thinking about you, about how much I want you.”

Her eyes darken, and she reaches out to put the bowl on the counter. “But we have to work together. It could cause problems…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Every muscle in my body aches, waiting for her answer. Music floats in the air around us and everything is poised, waiting for what she’s about to say.

Her pink lips part. Her tongue touches her bottom lip, and she says the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Don’t stop.”

Our mouths are together before she finishes speaking. Tongues unite, curling and caressing. She tastes like wine and sweet sugar. I pull her lips, nipping her with my teeth, devouring her. She moans, and it registers straight to my rigid cock.

Reaching down, I grasp her smooth thighs, dragging her skirt higher and tracing my fingers along the line of her panties, dipping inside to feel her slick and wet.

“Jax…” She gasps, and I lift her off her feet, carrying her to the stairs.

Her mouth is on my neck. I feel her taste me as she follows a trail of burning kisses up to my ear before pulling it between her lips. I groan deeply at the sensation. The heat in my pelvis, the pressure, is blanking my mind. I take the steps two at a time, crossing the landing and pushing through my door, kicking it closed.

She’s on her feet, and our mouths are together again. We kiss like ravenous animals. Our hands are everywhere, fumbling with buttons, ripping at fabric. My jeans are long gone. Her soft breast is in my hand. Did I tear her dress?

She tugs at my shirt, and I step back, ripping it over my head. Then we’re together again, her body so soft against mine, cool to my hot, delicate to my strong.

I kiss her shoulder, biting her skin as she makes those delicious little moans. She touches my stomach, tracing her hand down to my length. I groan, threading my fingers in the ends of her dark, silky hair to give it a slight pull. Her chin lifts, and I cover her mouth again, drinking her in, consuming her desire like a drug...

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SAVE ME
By Tia Louise

Chapter 1: Jessa

The metal bar cuts into my sternum. I’m lying flat on my stomach across a network of steel twenty feet above the concrete floor, and my last chance to anchor my safety line is gone.

Our mark and his men slowly fill the open, warehouse. Every move is a potential echo, and these guys are edgier than sinners in church. Lifting the rifle, I slowly exhale through the pain of the sharp beam against my skin. A bead of sweat trickles from behind my ear down my neck, and my heart hammers in my chest.

Just get this shot off, Jessa.

Half the battle is in the mind. Mind over matter. Mind over pain. Mind over balance. With slow, deliberate motions, I adjust the position of my M14 rifle. The movement causes a wobble to the left. Fear shoots through my veins. A fall from this height would be fatal.

The low voices of the men grow louder, and I quickly push the fear out of my brain to focus. This isn’t my first rodeo. Closing one eye, I take aim on the leader, but a fight breaks out. Two of the men are shoving each other against boxes of paper.

Looking up, my eyes flicker across the metal network just below the ceiling. Mace is at the far side of the warehouse holding a UMP-45. The sound suppressor adds six inches to the tip of his submachine gun, making it just visible from my location. He’s watching me. Our eyes meet, and even at this distance, I know he’s worried. He can see I’m in trouble.

I can’t stay in this position much longer. I’ve got to get this shot off, take out as many of them by surprise as possible, and hope I can catch myself when I fall. The scope is at my eye, and my finger is gently squeezing the trigger. The Barracuda is in my sight…

TICK! TICK! TICK!

With the silencer on, the blasts of my gun sound more like an air rifle, but the effect is far bloodier.

“What the FUCK!” One of his capos dashes forward just as their leader falls.

Turning the gun, I continue firing as my body wobbles violently on the beam. Another goes down… another… it’s not enough. They’ve spotted me, and now the return fire has begun. Sparks fly around me as the bullets ricochet off the metal girders.

My gun falls from my hands as I lose my balance. “NO!” I scream involuntarily as my body slips off my perch.

Twisting my torso, I flail my arms around, stretching and reaching for the metal rod on which I was just lying. My fingernails scratch on the surface just as it slips out of my grasp…

White fills my vision. I’m going down. It all happens so fast, and just like every cliché I’ve ever heard, my life flashes before my eyes.

I remember being eighteen and seeing my grandmother killed in the crossfire of a drug war. I remember my tears and vowing to dedicate my life to hunting down the men responsible for her death.

I see myself at the academy, a young recruit. I see myself meeting my friend and tech guru Christine, and how she was just as green as me those first days. I remember confiding in her how I didn’t believe I could ever combine my passion for my work with falling in love, starting a family. I remember her arguing with me that we could. She could, I’d thought…

Then I remember the first moment I saw Mason “Mace” Moscaretti, standing in the rubble of a Colombian drug compound, looking like the sexiest G.I. Joe I’d ever seen. He changed everything.

Tears are in my eyes as I brace for the slam of concrete that will end my life. We never had time to make a baby…

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WHEN WE KISS
By Tia Louise
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Tabby

I see Chad appear at the top of the church steps. An old lady is on his arm as if he’s an Eagle Scout.

All the old ladies want to hold his arm. They act like they’re so feeble they can’t walk to their cars without his help. The truth is they’re just pervy and want to stroke his muscles.

He catches my eye and hands Gwendolyn Smith off to a noodle-armed old man before slowly walking down the steps to where I’m standing.

Today, I’m dressed in a demure yellow sundress, sandals, and I’ve traded my signature red-velvet lipstick for a nude matte. My eyes are still done, though. Duh.

That smug grin on his face shouldn’t be so sexy at church. “Good morning, Miss Green, I trust you had a restful night.”

“I’m a little tired, actually.” I pretend to yawn, looking over my shoulder at the gardenia bushes.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Not really. I drove down to Fireside and played poker with the truckers off the Interstate for a while after you left. I guess it was about four when I got to bed. If I hadn’t promised to be here today, I’d probably have slept until noon.”

His eyes narrow, and I know he’s trying to decide if I’m lying.

Of course, I’m lying, but I’m not about to say I slipped into a warm bath and rubbed one out to the memory of his sexy bod until I was so relaxed, I slept like a baby.

Standing in front of him in my sandals, my head only reaches the top of his broad shoulders, and up close, in broad daylight, it’s hard to look him straight in the face. He has a rugged manner like a soldier, but his features are elegant, refined—a straight nose, square jaw, and light brown eyes.

When he smiles, those dimples just push it all over the top. Not to mention he smells like heaven, all fresh and clean and manly.

He really is too sexy to be our future sheriff. I foresee a rise in petty crime among the blue-haired Sunday school ladies. Oh, Sheriff Tucker! Did I do that?

He lets my story about playing poker with the truckers pass. “How did you like the service?” he asks instead.

“It was okay, I guess.” I’m acting bored. I should get an Oscar—or at least a Daytime Emmy. “Uncle Bob used to have more fire when I was a kid. He seems to be cooling down now. How can anyone be expected to have anxiety and indigestion all week on that milquetoast? I’ll be lucky if I even need a Tums after lunch.”

Chad grins at that. A little glint hits his pretty, pretty eyes, and I notice he has one crooked tooth on the side. It’s right in line with that cheek dimple, and when my gaze meets his, my panties melt right off.

“Have lunch with me.” He says it so fast, I’m pretty sure the invitation surprises him as much as it does me.

My breath leaves my lungs, and it takes a second for me to remember why this is a bad idea. “I’m having lunch with Emberly.”

His dark brow furrows. “Don’t you have lunch with Emberly every day?”

He’s right. I work at the bakery, so I spend every day of the week with my best friend.

“Yes… well… today’s special.” I glance over to where she’s still talking to Betty Pepper. “We’re supposed to be planning out a way to attract more of the tourists up this way.”

Not only do I sound nervous, I’m talking too fast. All of it makes me want to hit stop and start all over again. Being flustered in front of Chad is not how I want to come across.

He nods, semi-accepting my answer. “I have to work tonight.”

He looks down at his shoes. He’s so tall, and his shoulders are so broad. I picture myself climbing him like a tree.

“Robbie’s getting ready to retire.” My voice is quiet, thoughtful.

A young, male voice interrupts us. “Hey, Tabitha. How’s it hanging?”

It’s Jimmy Rhodes, and I want to crawl inside the gardenia bushes. Everything is replaced with my humiliation from last year. I was caught. Skinny dipping. In the nine hundred year old Plucky Duck motel pool. In my underwear. With this child pretending to be a man.

Oh. My. God.

I’m never smoking pot again.

“Keep walking, Kid.” Chad laughs as he says it, but there’s a hint of something more in his tone.

Something like jealousy?

Jimmy’s shoulders slump, but he does as he’s told. As much as I’m burning with humiliation, and as much as I do not want to encourage Jimmy’s teenage crush, I can’t help feeling a little ruffled feathers. Chad is acting awfully possessive.

“Go out with me on Friday.” He turns to me again, and his expression is serious, a little fierce.

It does strange things to my insides.

“No,” I say too fast, and he exhales a laugh.

“So it’s still like that?”

Between humiliation, lust, and church, my emotions are as mixed up as a bowl of spaghetti.

I don’t know what it’s like. I just know bad girls don’t date cops. It’s a recipe for disaster. One of us will end up wanting more than the other is willing or even capable of giving, and it will be painful and awful.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” My voice is quiet, and I’m being as honest with him as I’ve ever been with anybody.

His grin melts, and a little line forms between his brow as he processes what I’ve just said, like he understands. “Then I guess… I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first.”

I swear my mouth has a mind of its own. It doesn’t matter. That irresistible dimple appears, and I know I haven’t scared him off.

The knowledge of that fact scares me even more.

“Either way, I’ve got my eye on you,” he teases.

“I don’t need a guard dog.”

“Everybody needs somebody watching their back.”

“I’ve got Emberly.”

We take a pause while our eyes travel across the bright green lawn to where my best friend is still talking to Betty Pepper. Only now, Coco is hopping all around her. My goddaughter is an adorable bundle of energy, brunette ringlets, and sunshine, and she’s been on a kangaroo kick for a month. It makes me smile, and when I glance up, I notice Deputy Tucker has a grin on his lips as well.

“She might have her hands full.” He turns those sexy eyes on me, and I almost cave.

Can’t do that. “We look out for each other.”

He slides a large hand in his front pocket. “Have a nice day, Tabitha.”

He’s letting me go for now, but it’s getting harder to resist the temptation...

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WHEN WE KISS
By Tia Louise
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Tabby

It’s straight up noon when the knock comes on my door. My heart thuds in my chest, and I run to open it, catching my breath when our eyes meet.

“Hey, beautiful.” Chad’s low voice sends a zing right to my core, and I pull him inside quickly.

He’s on me at once, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me hard, forcing my lips apart and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I let out a little whimper. He’s so demanding and aggressive.

“I’ve been going crazy all day thinking about your tight, wet pussy,” he groans against my skin. “Don’t tease me like that again.”

My stomach flips at his dirty mouth. “Stop bossing me around.”

“I’ll boss you around.” Stepping back, he unfastens the top two buttons of his uniform shirt before pulling it over his head, leaving his thick brown hair a sexy mess. His white undershirt is next, until he’s standing in front of me, heaving muscles and raw sex wearing only his boots and pants.

I pull the tie on my wrap dress, ready to be naked immediately and all over that. It falls open, exposing the black lace bra and thong I’m wearing. I’m about to reach around and unclasp it when he catches my hand.

“Not yet.” Pulling my body against his chest, he scans my small house. “I’ve been thinking about this for months.”

“Months?” I lean forward, running my nose along the side of his neck, inhaling his scent, slipping out my tongue to taste his salty skin. “We haven’t been together that long.”

“You think I wasn’t watching your sexy ass?” He backs me toward the bedroom. “I wanted to do this standing up. I guess the bed will have to do.”

Out come the handcuffs, and my heart beats so fast. “I’ve never been handcuffed before.”

His brown eyes darken. “I’ll have to make it memorable.”

“We don’t have much time.”

“It doesn’t take long to have you screaming my name.”

“So arrogant.” But it’s true—bring out the snake!

Holding my waist, he helps me scoot up the bed on my back, then taking both my hands, he puts the handcuffs around one of the iron rods in my headboard before loosely locking them around my wrists. They’re cold metal and a little uncomfortable, but I’m distracted by him stepping back from the bed and slowly unfastening his pants.

I’m completely at his mercy, handcuffed to the headboard in only my bra and panties, and I’m nervous and thrilled at the same time.

I roll onto my side, and the way my hands are tied presses my breasts together. His eyes don’t leave them as he shoves his pants down and off, allowing that massive erection to spring free.

A little whimper escapes from my throat, and I instinctively rub my thighs together as he grasps his cock, tugging it slowly and moving his hand over the tip.

“So fucking sexy,” he hisses. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.” I answer fast. I’m burning up inside, wondering what he’s about to do next.

He tosses a condom on the bed beside me before stepping forward and hooking his thumbs in the sides of my thong…

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WAIT FOR ME
By Tia Louise
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Prologue

Noel

My momma was too beautiful to die.
At least, that’s what everybody said.

Penelope Jean Harris was the scion of our town’s founder and prettiest girl in three parishes. She was head majorette in high school and Homecoming queen and Prom queen and every other queen. She was Peach Princess, Teen Dixie Peach, and Miss Dixie Gem. She would’ve gone on to be Miss Louisiana if my daddy hadn’t made her a Mrs.

I was eleven—that strange age between too big to play in the creek in only my panties and too little to sleep without the closet light on. I loved Dolly Parton and butterflies and picking peaches straight off my Daddy’s trees and eating them, jumping in the lake and running after jackrabbits with my little brother Leon.

In the summer the trees were rich green, and the sweet scent of peach juice filled the air. In the winter they were sparse, bony hands, reaching palms up to heaven. Branches like fingers spread, grasping for hope.

Momma’s hazel eyes crinkled at the corners whenever she looked at me or my brothers or my daddy. Her sweet smile was warm sunshine when I got cold.

She would wrap me in her arms and sing an old sad song when I was sleepy or cranky or “out of sorts,” which is how she’d put it. I pictured “sorts” as ivory dominoes I could line up and knock down or slap off the table, across the room. I’d pull her silky brown hair around me like a cape and close my eyes and breathe…

Then she was gone.

She went for a walk one crisp winter evening along the narrow, dirt road that runs past our orchard out to the old house on the hill. Frost was in the air; bonfires were burning. The man driving the truck said she came out of nowhere.

He never saw her.
She never saw him.

Six weeks later, in that same orchard with peach blossoms on the trees and dew tipping the grass, on the very spot she died, my daddy took his life with his own gun.

I guess sometimes love makes you forget things can get better.
I guess he didn’t see a bend in the road up ahead.
I guess he only saw a straight line leading deeper and deeper into black.

My daddy was the star of his high school football team… but Life threw him a pass he couldn’t catch with Momma’s death.

Our world changed forever that winter.

Dolly says love is like a butterfly, soft and gentle as a sigh, but from what I’ve seen of love, I think it’s more like a tornado, shocking and violent and so powerful it can rip your soul out of your mouth…

It’s faster than you can run, and it blows one house away while leaving the next one peacefully standing.

I didn’t know which way love would take me, quietly or with the roar of a freight train. I should’ve known. I should’ve realized the moment I saw him.

It was both.

It was quiet as the brush of peach fuzz, but it left my insides in splinters. It twisted my lungs and lifted me up so high only to throw me down with a force that rang my ears and flooded my eyes.

It all started the summer before they left, a month before my brother was sent to fight in a war everybody said was over.

It all started in the kitchen of my momma’s house…

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WAIT FOR ME
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2019

Taron

She jogs up behind me and wraps both her arms tightly around mine, soaking my backside with her frigid, wet body.

“How does that feel, Mr. Bruised Rib? Huh? How does it?” Her voice is so adorably taunting, like she’s going to fight me or something.

I kind of can’t take it anymore. Turning around, I swoop her up by the waist, putting her face directly level with mine. She gasps as our eyes meet.

Her hands are on my shoulders, and all the pent-up heat, the nagging chemistry, her hard nipples pressing against my chest, all of it swirls into a fusion of lust and need.

“I want to kiss you.” My voice cracks roughly. I barely recognize it.

She nods, and I stretch up as she meets me halfway. Our lips brush, and it’s like two flints striking. Sparks swirl between us as I push her mouth open with mine.

I lower her to her feet so I can cup her face in my hands, and our tongues slide and curl together. She tastes like cold, fresh water, and she feels like diving off the top of a cliff into a bottomless ocean.

Her small body fits perfectly in my arms, and I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. She exhales a high noise, and my lips move to the top of her cheek, to her temple, to her brow. I don’t want to stop kissing her, holding her. I’ve never felt this way—desperate and hungry and so satisfied.

She slides her hands up to my neck, and she drops her forehead to my bare chest. I lower my nose to the top of her head and breathe.

“Taron.” Her soft voice sounds as bewildered as I feel.

How is this happening to us? Has this ever happened to anyone before? Is it possible? It feels so specific.

Her head lifts, and her golden-brown eyes are warm. “What are you doing?”

The question makes me grin. “Something I’ve wanted to do for two days.”

She blinks down as her cheeks flush. “I wondered why I didn’t do it when you caught me in the kitchen.” Her nose wrinkles, and she squints up at me. “Isn’t that what ladies do when they’re saved by handsome princes?”

“I’m not a prince.”

“But you are handsome.” A tease is in her eye.

Sliding my thumb along the top of her cheek, I lean down to kiss her lips once more. “If you ever need saving, I want to save you.”

Somehow I’m certain Noel LaGrange can take care of herself no matter what. Still, everybody slips off a kitchen counter sometimes.

“And I’ll save you back.”

I pull her to my chest, wanting to kiss her again. “It’s a deal.”

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