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September 14, 2014
One Summer - the next chapter
As promised, my dear Flashers... Here is the next installment of Roman and Abby's summer love. In the August chapter, we left them a little hot and heavy. Abby is going to have to make a decision about going back to LA and about her relationship with Roman. Right now, Roman just wants to hold onto Abby for as long as possible...
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ONE SUMMER
CHAPTER 11 ABIGAIL
Roman is a very thorough lover. I’m laying here in bed next to him and I feel content, cared for and at peace. I turn over on my side so I can study the man next to me. His skin carries a summer tan from his head to the bottoms of his feet. Muscles define every part of his body, a soft snore slips through his lips and I smile. If we’re comparing him to Lucas, it’s like gooey delicious cavity causing caramel versus plain old apples. Lucas was more and more like rotten apples that had been left on the counter too long, but whatever. I have to shake the image of those wrinkled forgotten apples from my mind. After another lengthy and I mean lengthy morning of lovemaking, I am achy, hungry and too exhausted to care. Roman is next to me, dead to the world with his snoring now, and his thick arms and legs hang half off the bed. I’m almost afraid to wake him because he might try for another round and as much as I think I could handle it, my body might combust. I slither from the bed inching my body out from under covers and I’m careful not to wake him as I head into the shower. A few minutes all to myself under the hot spray will clear the cobwebs of my love drunk hang over.
Washing my hair, I think about my conversation with my dad. I have to go back to L.A. I do kind of owe him for providing all the advantages he’s given me at some point and sooner rather than later if I’m going to keep my job at the firm. Admittedly, I’m scared of this new step with Roman and its guilt propelling me back to my old life not any unfinished business with Lucas. All I have when I return is my job, right under my dad’s thumb. I could give it up but I’d be starting all over and I don’t even know where to begin. Roman will be a twenty hour drive from L.A. to Seattle up the coast. Fuck that, I’ll use whatever money I make to take a plane. If Roman wants to still see me that is. I choke back a sob from the overwhelming emotions between what I want and what I feel I should be doing. I took a huge gamble running away from L.A. because if I’m honest with myself, that’s exactly what I did. I ran and even though it forced me to learn things about Lucas, Leah and my dad, it hasn’t changed the fundamental fact that I’m still too scared to make a real decision here. It’s not fair to Roman to run from one man to the next. After I’ve convince myself that going back is the right thing to do I turn off the water, throwing my arm out into the cool bathroom, grabbing a towel just outside the glass shower door. Now I have to work up the courage to tell Roman.
“Hollywood.” The sound of my nickname jars me a little, seeing Roman standing inside the bathroom admiring the view I’m giving him from the completely see through shower stall. I smile shaking off the uneasiness I feel.
“You promised me coffee, sailor.” I say taking the fluffy towel and drying my body slowly letting his eyes linger and travel down my body as I rub the droplets of water from my shoulders and breasts down to my hips and thighs. I keep my eyes on his letting his heated gaze warm me.
“So I did. Meet me at the microwave, sea-witch.” Roman smirks giving me one last look over before swaggering towards the kitchen. I shake my head laughing, how easily this man improves my mood.
I get dressed and meet Roman in his bachelor pad kitchen and like everything else in his apartment, it’s clean and simple. “So what’s on our agenda today?” I say as the microwave beeps. Roman is careful to put the paper covering back on the cup and hands me my steaming coffee.
“Well I thought we might take the afternoon and visit the Aquarium and find dinner somewhere on the pier.” We both take a sip of our coffee and the warmth of the cup is nothing compared to the warm feelings I have looking at Roman.
“Sounds like a nice little adventure. Is it going to rain today?” I ask looking out the large floor to ceiling windows into the greyish late morning sky. Its overcast but I guess that’s Seattle.
“Probably, and I will even let you pick which umbrella we can bring.” Roman laughs.
“So generous of you.” I smirk. “Roman…” I begin and he turns towards me slowly.
“Whatever we need to talk about, can we table it until after dinner? Please?” Roman asks.
“I just… I just wanted to know what I should wear today.” I plaster on a fake smile because I don’t know how Roman efficiently reads my mind to know I need to discuss something serious with him already.
“Whatever your heart desires, maybe very little? Although, it will probably sprinkle rain on us at some point.” I shake my head and try to remember what’s in my bag. I decide I’ll keep Roman’s oversized t-shirt on tucking it into a pair of shorts with a wide belt and sandals.
We get dressed and Roman sneaks kisses as he pulls me close to him and grabs a scarf from his closet before I can spy any umbrellas. “What’s this for?” I lean back asking him as he gently drapes the scarf around my neck.
“Trust me, I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill, Hollywood.” Roman gives me a quick peck on the lips and now I want to skip the aquarium. Screw seeing these cute sea animals, my legs are weak and I feel adrift standing in Roman’s presence.
“We could see the aquarium tomorrow.” I whisper coyly and Roman leans his head down into mine, his eyes close and then open exhausted as if he’s run miles. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected here.
“Then we would never leave this apartment.” He growls chuckling and I have to nod and agree. We’ve been so into each other since we left Gold Beach, it would be nice to finally go out and see the city he loves so much. Roman opens another closet and walks in taking my hand with his. The one wall is lined with umbrellas. Different sizes, colors and fabrics. I never knew there were so many kinds of umbrellas. Okay, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had a ‘collection’ of umbrellas. If he had a crazy cat lady aunt, I would have sworn he had an umbrella gifted to him for every birthday or holiday that passed.
“Blame Maddie, I swear I haven’t purchased a single one of them.” I look back at him amazed and he laughs nudging me forward to pick one out. “I don’t lie about these things.” He says and of course, how could one lie about several dozen umbrellas?
“No, you definitely don’t” I say and grab the first one I see. I’ll have to ask Maddie about her fascination with gifting umbrellas.
ROMAN
Watching Abby get out of the shower was torture… Wrapping a scarf of mine around her neck was a little like marking my territory… Walking to the Aquarium under an umbrella in an afternoon sprinkle covered in pink flowers and butterflies… now that was a bit emasculating, but I managed to survive. This would remind me to tell Maddie once again, no more damn umbrellas. My collection was something ridiculous and not even one of my own making as much as I loved Maddie.
We walked on the sidewalk dodging other couples and kids not yet in school on our way to the aquarium. Being much taller than Abby, I had to hold the umbrella and navigate the way. It made holding her hand difficult and disappointing for the twenty minute trek from my building. I hadn’t been to the aquarium in a year, maybe two but the layout was still familiar. “So when was the last time you visited a place like this?” I ask Abby who is looking through the glass wall of the aquarium behind a group of pushy little kids fighting to see the larger fish swim by them. Her forehead is a little scrunched up looking for the fishing darting between rocks and plants.
“Um… I must have been eleven. It was definitely before my mom’s first cancer treatment, probably before we all found out what had been making her so tired and sick all the time. She took Leah and I down to San Diego for the weekend and we went to Sea World. I couldn’t wait to see the seahorses, seals and penguins.” Her hand touches the thick Plexiglas of the tank and I know she’s lost in a thought about her mother.
“What was she like?” I feel terrible for bringing it up but I guess these will be the moments we learn from each other.
“She was beautiful, smart… I remember her cooking a lot and braiding our hair for school.” Abby touches her loose braid reverently and I feel her loss keenly. Her mother was taken suddenly by cancer and mine suddenly by a drunk driver. Neither is something that a kid can emotionally plan for and we’ve both got that open wound still. “She was always home for us which I guess you kind of take for granted back then. You never know which moment will end up being the most precious or last.” She says and I tug her into my arms squeezing.
“Definitely not.” There isn’t much I can say that’s comforting so I offer Abby my arms. Her warm breath puffs against my chest and I hope to hell I haven’t made her cry. I already know we have to talk about what will happen in a few weeks when she goes back to L.A. but I want to push that away for as long as I can.
“My sister was all about the predatory fish.” Abby mumbles against me trailing off her thoughts and I can’t help my laugh when she turns in my arms to look at me and scowls. “What? Why are you laughing?” She certainly knows how to break the ice.
“Hollywood, you and your sister are lawyers. Please tell me she wasn’t fascinated by the sharks even at that age?” I’m trying really hard to not laugh, honestly I am, and covering my mouth doesn’t seem to be helping. Abby steps back, staring at me. She is shaking her head in a combination of mad and cute before walking off to the next exhibit. “Awe, babe, come on. It was funny. Get it? Sharks and lawyers?” I’m dodging between kids and adults in the exhibit hallway to catch up to Abby.
“Uh huh. Yup. Funny.” Abby smirks and stands before another exhibit, this one showcases the seahorses she loves and she tilts her head watching them hover and dart through the water and plants. I come up next to her from behind and kiss her neck. “Why can’t I ever stay mad at you?” She whispers.
“Because I’m the only one who lets you be who you are.” I say a smile on my lips as I try to kiss her neck again but she steps away. Little brat.
“And that would be?” She asks. Hey, she didask.
“Totally stubborn and completely bratty.” She huffs so I grab her hand. I can’t have her leaving me amid toddlers and strollers ready to mow me down. “Come on, that seal show is going to start soon.” I say and pull her towards the outdoor enclosure before she can think about what I said too much.
Just as we are rounding the corner to the seal exhibit I stop suddenly causing Abby who is behind me to bump right into me. “Oomph! Roman?” Abby says muffled because her face is in my back.
“Sorry, Abby. I uh...” I don’t know what to say because the person in front of me is greeting kids and parents happens to be, well… one of those ex’s I didn’t think I was going to ever see again. Honestly, when we ended things amicably she just didn’t cross my mind again and so I kind of forgot she still worked here. As in, at the aquarium. Turns out Aryn Lavoie moved up from an assistant to the lead seal trainer here at the aquarium. Shit. “Abby, I’m kind of hungry, do you uh?” I turn around so she can’t see Aryn but I’m obviously having one of those ‘let’s meet every girl I banged before Abby day…’ Inwardly I’m groaning in misery because this was not how I planned to have Abby get to know me better.
“Um, no, I’m not, we ate food at your place, remember? Roman, what’s going on?” She asks peering around me.
“Nothing, I, uh…” I’m so busted.
“Roman? Roman Winters?” Aryn spotted me. Fuck my luck like a duck. I turn and prepare myself to face the music and hope Abby isn’t a jealous claw your face off kind of girl though I’m sure she’s generally level headed being a shark professionally.
“Hey, Aryn. Abby this is Aryn, Aryn – Abby.” I say cautiously introducing the girls, giving her a weird wave, so I don’t have to shake her hand. It’s kind of weird to shake a girl’s hand after having sixty-nined with her, wait… forget I said that.
“Hi, I’m Abigail Holliday.” Abby steps forward and offers Aryn a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you. I just love the seal exhibit.” Abby is polite and perfect while I’m still processing how to not throw up over botching our day.
“Hi there, I’m Aryn Lavoie, you must be a new – friend – of Roman’s?” Aryn says and Abby laughs. Oh I am so screwed later and not in a good way.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Abby keeps smiling and I’m ready for the bagpipers to plan my funeral processional. “So how long have you been a seal trainer” Abby asks.
“Oh, only the last eighteen months or so. I’ve worked here about five years though since graduation. I mostly do the shows now and kid education programs on sea life. I love it, except for all the dead fish you know, eh?” Aryn says and she still has her Canadian accent.
“Wow, that’s great, this is my first time here so I can’t wait to see the show.” Abby and Aryn keep exchanging pleasantries as if they knew each other before. It’s weird and I’m sure some kind of girl code for: ‘Oh, he didn’t tell you about me, well kick his ass later because he probably did something dickish, eh?’
“Well, it was great meeting you and seeing you again, Roman. I’ve got to get back to my babies here. Feel free to stop by after the show, if you want and I’ll let you feed them.” Aryn says.
“Yeah, sure.” I run my hands through my hair. “Maybe another time? We have early dinner plans, but it was nice seeing you.” I mumble and Aryn skips off, yeah skips off, because she is one of those peppy, always happy types of people. I follow after Abby who walks into the small stage area to watch the seal show and finds us seats in the middle of the risers.
“So what’s up with Aryn?”
“Huh?” The whole encounter has left me a little weirded out, especially after running into Sasha this morning at Starbucks.
“Aryn? You know, pretty seal trainer with killer legs, long brown hair and obvious Canadian accent? That Aryn, we just met.” Abby asks and I think she might be feeling as weird as I do.
“Oh, Aryn. Well, we dated I guess.” My male brain is warning me to stick to the facts and not give Abby more details. I’ve been told girls will run with details and I’m not a total jerk that I want to risk upsetting Abby or disrespecting someone I dated briefly.
“How do you guess a date? Either you did or didn’t right?” She says in her lawyer voice I’m coming to learn.
“It was about two years ago.” I sigh. I put my arm around Abby and pull her closer to me. I’d have put her on my lap but this was a public place and Aryn was kind of feeding four, two hundred plus pounds of animals dead fish in front of us. Not exactly comforting or romantic. “I saw her for about three maybe four months and then I broke it off. I didn’t feel what I thought I should to keep it going. It was mutual but I think she was more upset at the time.” I tell her honestly.
“Oh.” Abby says… and wasn’t that a telling response.
ABIGAIL
So it wasn’t the fact that Roman had dated before me, heck I came to Gold Beach still in a relationship, or so I had thought. It was just different to actually see that side of Roman up close and personal. I held his hand during the seal show as Aryn whistled and threw various fish at the large silky seals that eagerly jumped and performed on command. She seemed a nice girl and I didn’t get that weird chic voodoo that usually occurs when one or the other is trying to stake a claim on the man. It was nice. Most girls I knew, my sister included were such drama whores it was unbelievable.
The seal show ended and we waved to Aryn walking out of the seal stadium deciding to walk around a bit more before having an early dinner. Roman kept his arm around me the entire time like a caveman. I lo---liked his arm exactly where it was. Loving Roman would come in good time. We exited the aquarium to a much greyer sky and I was glad he had given me the scarf to wear when the wind picked up just enough to give me a chill in the late August air. I missed the climate of L.A. but I would miss Roman more when I had to go back, something I was not too eager to discuss with him. I had been avoiding the reality of my decision for as long as possible and I needed to figure this out but first I had another entirely inappropriate question looming in my mind… “So Roman, did Aryn ever make those seal sounds, you know, in bed?” He stopped walking and looked at me like I kicked a puppy before giving me a twisted little smirk and pulling me in closer, anchoring his arms around me so I couldn’t escape.
“No Abigail, she did not.” He emphasizes the syllables of my name looking into my eyes. Ugh, his eyes keep me trapped thinking about what the rest of him would do to me if we weren’t on this busy sidewalk. “However, I’ll never think of a seal whistle quite the same way again.” He says against my ear nipping just under the shell and I want to choke him. I wiggle out of his grasp and walk on. I adore him and now I just want to choke him. I settle for turning back to him and playfully punching him in the arm instead and walking away doing my best to not stomp my feet.
“That’s assault, counselor.” He says laughing loudly.
“Prove it.” I retort mouthing the words right back at him in a whisper.
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ONE SUMMER
CHAPTER 11 ABIGAIL
Roman is a very thorough lover. I’m laying here in bed next to him and I feel content, cared for and at peace. I turn over on my side so I can study the man next to me. His skin carries a summer tan from his head to the bottoms of his feet. Muscles define every part of his body, a soft snore slips through his lips and I smile. If we’re comparing him to Lucas, it’s like gooey delicious cavity causing caramel versus plain old apples. Lucas was more and more like rotten apples that had been left on the counter too long, but whatever. I have to shake the image of those wrinkled forgotten apples from my mind. After another lengthy and I mean lengthy morning of lovemaking, I am achy, hungry and too exhausted to care. Roman is next to me, dead to the world with his snoring now, and his thick arms and legs hang half off the bed. I’m almost afraid to wake him because he might try for another round and as much as I think I could handle it, my body might combust. I slither from the bed inching my body out from under covers and I’m careful not to wake him as I head into the shower. A few minutes all to myself under the hot spray will clear the cobwebs of my love drunk hang over.
Washing my hair, I think about my conversation with my dad. I have to go back to L.A. I do kind of owe him for providing all the advantages he’s given me at some point and sooner rather than later if I’m going to keep my job at the firm. Admittedly, I’m scared of this new step with Roman and its guilt propelling me back to my old life not any unfinished business with Lucas. All I have when I return is my job, right under my dad’s thumb. I could give it up but I’d be starting all over and I don’t even know where to begin. Roman will be a twenty hour drive from L.A. to Seattle up the coast. Fuck that, I’ll use whatever money I make to take a plane. If Roman wants to still see me that is. I choke back a sob from the overwhelming emotions between what I want and what I feel I should be doing. I took a huge gamble running away from L.A. because if I’m honest with myself, that’s exactly what I did. I ran and even though it forced me to learn things about Lucas, Leah and my dad, it hasn’t changed the fundamental fact that I’m still too scared to make a real decision here. It’s not fair to Roman to run from one man to the next. After I’ve convince myself that going back is the right thing to do I turn off the water, throwing my arm out into the cool bathroom, grabbing a towel just outside the glass shower door. Now I have to work up the courage to tell Roman.
“Hollywood.” The sound of my nickname jars me a little, seeing Roman standing inside the bathroom admiring the view I’m giving him from the completely see through shower stall. I smile shaking off the uneasiness I feel.
“You promised me coffee, sailor.” I say taking the fluffy towel and drying my body slowly letting his eyes linger and travel down my body as I rub the droplets of water from my shoulders and breasts down to my hips and thighs. I keep my eyes on his letting his heated gaze warm me.
“So I did. Meet me at the microwave, sea-witch.” Roman smirks giving me one last look over before swaggering towards the kitchen. I shake my head laughing, how easily this man improves my mood.
I get dressed and meet Roman in his bachelor pad kitchen and like everything else in his apartment, it’s clean and simple. “So what’s on our agenda today?” I say as the microwave beeps. Roman is careful to put the paper covering back on the cup and hands me my steaming coffee.
“Well I thought we might take the afternoon and visit the Aquarium and find dinner somewhere on the pier.” We both take a sip of our coffee and the warmth of the cup is nothing compared to the warm feelings I have looking at Roman.
“Sounds like a nice little adventure. Is it going to rain today?” I ask looking out the large floor to ceiling windows into the greyish late morning sky. Its overcast but I guess that’s Seattle.
“Probably, and I will even let you pick which umbrella we can bring.” Roman laughs.
“So generous of you.” I smirk. “Roman…” I begin and he turns towards me slowly.
“Whatever we need to talk about, can we table it until after dinner? Please?” Roman asks.
“I just… I just wanted to know what I should wear today.” I plaster on a fake smile because I don’t know how Roman efficiently reads my mind to know I need to discuss something serious with him already.
“Whatever your heart desires, maybe very little? Although, it will probably sprinkle rain on us at some point.” I shake my head and try to remember what’s in my bag. I decide I’ll keep Roman’s oversized t-shirt on tucking it into a pair of shorts with a wide belt and sandals.
We get dressed and Roman sneaks kisses as he pulls me close to him and grabs a scarf from his closet before I can spy any umbrellas. “What’s this for?” I lean back asking him as he gently drapes the scarf around my neck.
“Trust me, I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill, Hollywood.” Roman gives me a quick peck on the lips and now I want to skip the aquarium. Screw seeing these cute sea animals, my legs are weak and I feel adrift standing in Roman’s presence.
“We could see the aquarium tomorrow.” I whisper coyly and Roman leans his head down into mine, his eyes close and then open exhausted as if he’s run miles. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected here.
“Then we would never leave this apartment.” He growls chuckling and I have to nod and agree. We’ve been so into each other since we left Gold Beach, it would be nice to finally go out and see the city he loves so much. Roman opens another closet and walks in taking my hand with his. The one wall is lined with umbrellas. Different sizes, colors and fabrics. I never knew there were so many kinds of umbrellas. Okay, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had a ‘collection’ of umbrellas. If he had a crazy cat lady aunt, I would have sworn he had an umbrella gifted to him for every birthday or holiday that passed.
“Blame Maddie, I swear I haven’t purchased a single one of them.” I look back at him amazed and he laughs nudging me forward to pick one out. “I don’t lie about these things.” He says and of course, how could one lie about several dozen umbrellas?
“No, you definitely don’t” I say and grab the first one I see. I’ll have to ask Maddie about her fascination with gifting umbrellas.
ROMAN
Watching Abby get out of the shower was torture… Wrapping a scarf of mine around her neck was a little like marking my territory… Walking to the Aquarium under an umbrella in an afternoon sprinkle covered in pink flowers and butterflies… now that was a bit emasculating, but I managed to survive. This would remind me to tell Maddie once again, no more damn umbrellas. My collection was something ridiculous and not even one of my own making as much as I loved Maddie.
We walked on the sidewalk dodging other couples and kids not yet in school on our way to the aquarium. Being much taller than Abby, I had to hold the umbrella and navigate the way. It made holding her hand difficult and disappointing for the twenty minute trek from my building. I hadn’t been to the aquarium in a year, maybe two but the layout was still familiar. “So when was the last time you visited a place like this?” I ask Abby who is looking through the glass wall of the aquarium behind a group of pushy little kids fighting to see the larger fish swim by them. Her forehead is a little scrunched up looking for the fishing darting between rocks and plants.
“Um… I must have been eleven. It was definitely before my mom’s first cancer treatment, probably before we all found out what had been making her so tired and sick all the time. She took Leah and I down to San Diego for the weekend and we went to Sea World. I couldn’t wait to see the seahorses, seals and penguins.” Her hand touches the thick Plexiglas of the tank and I know she’s lost in a thought about her mother.
“What was she like?” I feel terrible for bringing it up but I guess these will be the moments we learn from each other.
“She was beautiful, smart… I remember her cooking a lot and braiding our hair for school.” Abby touches her loose braid reverently and I feel her loss keenly. Her mother was taken suddenly by cancer and mine suddenly by a drunk driver. Neither is something that a kid can emotionally plan for and we’ve both got that open wound still. “She was always home for us which I guess you kind of take for granted back then. You never know which moment will end up being the most precious or last.” She says and I tug her into my arms squeezing.
“Definitely not.” There isn’t much I can say that’s comforting so I offer Abby my arms. Her warm breath puffs against my chest and I hope to hell I haven’t made her cry. I already know we have to talk about what will happen in a few weeks when she goes back to L.A. but I want to push that away for as long as I can.
“My sister was all about the predatory fish.” Abby mumbles against me trailing off her thoughts and I can’t help my laugh when she turns in my arms to look at me and scowls. “What? Why are you laughing?” She certainly knows how to break the ice.
“Hollywood, you and your sister are lawyers. Please tell me she wasn’t fascinated by the sharks even at that age?” I’m trying really hard to not laugh, honestly I am, and covering my mouth doesn’t seem to be helping. Abby steps back, staring at me. She is shaking her head in a combination of mad and cute before walking off to the next exhibit. “Awe, babe, come on. It was funny. Get it? Sharks and lawyers?” I’m dodging between kids and adults in the exhibit hallway to catch up to Abby.
“Uh huh. Yup. Funny.” Abby smirks and stands before another exhibit, this one showcases the seahorses she loves and she tilts her head watching them hover and dart through the water and plants. I come up next to her from behind and kiss her neck. “Why can’t I ever stay mad at you?” She whispers.
“Because I’m the only one who lets you be who you are.” I say a smile on my lips as I try to kiss her neck again but she steps away. Little brat.“And that would be?” She asks. Hey, she didask.
“Totally stubborn and completely bratty.” She huffs so I grab her hand. I can’t have her leaving me amid toddlers and strollers ready to mow me down. “Come on, that seal show is going to start soon.” I say and pull her towards the outdoor enclosure before she can think about what I said too much.
Just as we are rounding the corner to the seal exhibit I stop suddenly causing Abby who is behind me to bump right into me. “Oomph! Roman?” Abby says muffled because her face is in my back.
“Sorry, Abby. I uh...” I don’t know what to say because the person in front of me is greeting kids and parents happens to be, well… one of those ex’s I didn’t think I was going to ever see again. Honestly, when we ended things amicably she just didn’t cross my mind again and so I kind of forgot she still worked here. As in, at the aquarium. Turns out Aryn Lavoie moved up from an assistant to the lead seal trainer here at the aquarium. Shit. “Abby, I’m kind of hungry, do you uh?” I turn around so she can’t see Aryn but I’m obviously having one of those ‘let’s meet every girl I banged before Abby day…’ Inwardly I’m groaning in misery because this was not how I planned to have Abby get to know me better.
“Um, no, I’m not, we ate food at your place, remember? Roman, what’s going on?” She asks peering around me.
“Nothing, I, uh…” I’m so busted.
“Roman? Roman Winters?” Aryn spotted me. Fuck my luck like a duck. I turn and prepare myself to face the music and hope Abby isn’t a jealous claw your face off kind of girl though I’m sure she’s generally level headed being a shark professionally.
“Hey, Aryn. Abby this is Aryn, Aryn – Abby.” I say cautiously introducing the girls, giving her a weird wave, so I don’t have to shake her hand. It’s kind of weird to shake a girl’s hand after having sixty-nined with her, wait… forget I said that.
“Hi, I’m Abigail Holliday.” Abby steps forward and offers Aryn a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you. I just love the seal exhibit.” Abby is polite and perfect while I’m still processing how to not throw up over botching our day.
“Hi there, I’m Aryn Lavoie, you must be a new – friend – of Roman’s?” Aryn says and Abby laughs. Oh I am so screwed later and not in a good way.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Abby keeps smiling and I’m ready for the bagpipers to plan my funeral processional. “So how long have you been a seal trainer” Abby asks.
“Oh, only the last eighteen months or so. I’ve worked here about five years though since graduation. I mostly do the shows now and kid education programs on sea life. I love it, except for all the dead fish you know, eh?” Aryn says and she still has her Canadian accent.
“Wow, that’s great, this is my first time here so I can’t wait to see the show.” Abby and Aryn keep exchanging pleasantries as if they knew each other before. It’s weird and I’m sure some kind of girl code for: ‘Oh, he didn’t tell you about me, well kick his ass later because he probably did something dickish, eh?’
“Well, it was great meeting you and seeing you again, Roman. I’ve got to get back to my babies here. Feel free to stop by after the show, if you want and I’ll let you feed them.” Aryn says.
“Yeah, sure.” I run my hands through my hair. “Maybe another time? We have early dinner plans, but it was nice seeing you.” I mumble and Aryn skips off, yeah skips off, because she is one of those peppy, always happy types of people. I follow after Abby who walks into the small stage area to watch the seal show and finds us seats in the middle of the risers.
“So what’s up with Aryn?”
“Huh?” The whole encounter has left me a little weirded out, especially after running into Sasha this morning at Starbucks.
“Aryn? You know, pretty seal trainer with killer legs, long brown hair and obvious Canadian accent? That Aryn, we just met.” Abby asks and I think she might be feeling as weird as I do.
“Oh, Aryn. Well, we dated I guess.” My male brain is warning me to stick to the facts and not give Abby more details. I’ve been told girls will run with details and I’m not a total jerk that I want to risk upsetting Abby or disrespecting someone I dated briefly.
“How do you guess a date? Either you did or didn’t right?” She says in her lawyer voice I’m coming to learn.
“It was about two years ago.” I sigh. I put my arm around Abby and pull her closer to me. I’d have put her on my lap but this was a public place and Aryn was kind of feeding four, two hundred plus pounds of animals dead fish in front of us. Not exactly comforting or romantic. “I saw her for about three maybe four months and then I broke it off. I didn’t feel what I thought I should to keep it going. It was mutual but I think she was more upset at the time.” I tell her honestly.
“Oh.” Abby says… and wasn’t that a telling response.
ABIGAIL
So it wasn’t the fact that Roman had dated before me, heck I came to Gold Beach still in a relationship, or so I had thought. It was just different to actually see that side of Roman up close and personal. I held his hand during the seal show as Aryn whistled and threw various fish at the large silky seals that eagerly jumped and performed on command. She seemed a nice girl and I didn’t get that weird chic voodoo that usually occurs when one or the other is trying to stake a claim on the man. It was nice. Most girls I knew, my sister included were such drama whores it was unbelievable.
The seal show ended and we waved to Aryn walking out of the seal stadium deciding to walk around a bit more before having an early dinner. Roman kept his arm around me the entire time like a caveman. I lo---liked his arm exactly where it was. Loving Roman would come in good time. We exited the aquarium to a much greyer sky and I was glad he had given me the scarf to wear when the wind picked up just enough to give me a chill in the late August air. I missed the climate of L.A. but I would miss Roman more when I had to go back, something I was not too eager to discuss with him. I had been avoiding the reality of my decision for as long as possible and I needed to figure this out but first I had another entirely inappropriate question looming in my mind… “So Roman, did Aryn ever make those seal sounds, you know, in bed?” He stopped walking and looked at me like I kicked a puppy before giving me a twisted little smirk and pulling me in closer, anchoring his arms around me so I couldn’t escape.
“No Abigail, she did not.” He emphasizes the syllables of my name looking into my eyes. Ugh, his eyes keep me trapped thinking about what the rest of him would do to me if we weren’t on this busy sidewalk. “However, I’ll never think of a seal whistle quite the same way again.” He says against my ear nipping just under the shell and I want to choke him. I wiggle out of his grasp and walk on. I adore him and now I just want to choke him. I settle for turning back to him and playfully punching him in the arm instead and walking away doing my best to not stomp my feet.
“That’s assault, counselor.” He says laughing loudly.
“Prove it.” I retort mouthing the words right back at him in a whisper.
*** STAY TUNED FOR MORE CHAPTERS ONLINE! COPYRIGHT - M. C. CERNY - SEPTEMBER - 2014
September 10, 2014
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September 6, 2014
DEVIATION is COMING in the HOT FOR TEACHER ANTH...
DEVIATION is COMING in the HOT FOR TEACHER ANTHOLOGY
Jack and Edith are about to get hot... heavy... and break ALL the rules. ARE YOU READY?
Eleven BRAND NEW Novellas just waiting to be devoured.
Jack and Edith are about to get hot... heavy... and break ALL the rules. ARE YOU READY? 
Eleven BRAND NEW Novellas just waiting to be devoured. September 5, 2014
Deviation - Hot Teacher Anthology
Howdy Flashers! Are you ready to get back to school?? I know our house is in full swing preparations. Now I love summer as much as the next momma but going back to school means routine and structure as the heat wanes into fall and pretty colors change the leaves. For me, it's an exciting time to run fall marathons and cozy up with friends and family. I wanted to share with all of you that I'm also participating in a brand new anthology called: Hot for Teacher. This anthology will feature some hot and sexy stories by some of today's best selling authors!! I'm honored and humbled to be apart of such an amzing group of contributing authors in this line up of brand new short stories that will be out in late October 2014. My story is called, "Deviation."
Deviation: an action, behavior, or condition that is different from what is usual or expected. Example: Edith and Jack deviate from the acceptable student teacher relationship.
Edith Willows is that girl from the wrong side of town struggling to get out and make something of herself. She's worked hard to get to where she is today, but inside she harbors a secret. Edith has crushed on her student teacher Jack Hamilton for YEARS. She carries her torch for him quietly and after one kiss she's ruined. Jack Hamilton almost gave up teaching entirely after one kiss from Edith Willows. Instead of pursuing the classroom, he's leading his own risk analysis company. One phone call and a favor from his old Dean puts Jack back in the classroom and back in Edith's well organized life. It's a little crazy, it's a lot of fun... but it also DEVIATES from the normal student/teacher relationship. RELEASES OCTOBER 2014
I hope you love it as much as I had fun writing it!
XOXO
M.C. Cerny
Deviation: an action, behavior, or condition that is different from what is usual or expected. Example: Edith and Jack deviate from the acceptable student teacher relationship.
Edith Willows is that girl from the wrong side of town struggling to get out and make something of herself. She's worked hard to get to where she is today, but inside she harbors a secret. Edith has crushed on her student teacher Jack Hamilton for YEARS. She carries her torch for him quietly and after one kiss she's ruined. Jack Hamilton almost gave up teaching entirely after one kiss from Edith Willows. Instead of pursuing the classroom, he's leading his own risk analysis company. One phone call and a favor from his old Dean puts Jack back in the classroom and back in Edith's well organized life. It's a little crazy, it's a lot of fun... but it also DEVIATES from the normal student/teacher relationship. RELEASES OCTOBER 2014
I hope you love it as much as I had fun writing it!
XOXO
M.C. Cerny
August 25, 2014
What happens when summer ends...?
Does summer really have to end, Flashers? As much as I love the fall and all things associated with it, such as scarves, pumpkin spice lattes and running marathons, I still love summer. Remember when I said we'd hear more from Roman Winters and Abigail Holliday?? Well their story isn't quite finished just yet... They still have to find one of those glass globes in Gold Beach and work out Abby's job situation, among a few other entanglements we'll say... Roman has a few demons of his own to work out so I couldn't possibly just leave them as they were in the Nighttides Anthology... So as promised, I will be writing "unedited" chapters of their story and releasing them here on my blog for all of you to enjoy. I hope you'll come back to Gold Beach with me and hang out. Roman and Abby have a few stormy seas to get through. BRAND NEW CHAPTERS will be released on.... OHMIGOSH HOW ABOUT TODAY?? Want to read how it all started? Buy Links for NIGHTTIDES here: Amazon | B&N | Kobo | IBooks
Summer doesn't have to end!! OMIGOSH check out the next chapter here, below, RIGHT FREAKING NOW!!!I hope you love Roman and Abby as much as I do. :-) XOXO M.C. Cerny ONE SUMMERCHAPTER 10 ABIGAIL Roman smiles at me and gives me one of those toe curling kisses, his tongue slipping past my lips, darting and playing with my own. A wave of heat crashes into me and I feel my body flush with desire. I love how he makes me feel even in the short time we’ve been… whatever… we’ve been doing. I grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to me. Laughing, he gently pries my lust filled hands from his body shaking his head no. “Food, Abby. This man needs food if you want more of that.” Roman’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Don’t come back without my coffee.” I growl, displeased he’s leaving the bed and me. “Of course, Hollywood.” He kisses my lips and nips the bottom one. A zing of arousal begins anew. Ugh. I should not want this man so much, but I do. Hopelessly, I can’t stop myself from wanting him. “Go. Now.” I say to him. Roman smirks and he knows exactly what he’s doing to my mind and body. He pulls up the sheet and tucks me in. “Go back to sleep, Hollywood. I’ll be back in few.” Roman tugs my hair and turns around picking up a discarded grey t-shirt from the floor. I watch the muscles in his back ripple and I think, holy hell this man is mine right now! My bitchy sister can keep my ex-boyfriend. Who needs broken toys anyway? I roll over on the bed and chop the pillow making an indentation perfect for my head. I listen to Roman leave the loft in the elevator and snuggle back into warm sheets and man smell. I let my eyes close and drift into sleepiness once again. A sound outside the building jars me awake. Looking at the nightstand, Roman’s digital clock, which is pushed far back, probably from our shenanigans reads: 8:02am. I’ve slept for 16 minutes. Roman hasn’t returned from his hunt for breakfast yet. I’m overwhelmed at having said yes to staying with him for the rest of summer. What was I thinking? I don’t even know what that means and if I should have Maddie clean out the cottage so she can use it for other renters the rest of the summer. I’m still in bed enjoying the peace and thinking about how an hour earlier the man I wasn’t sure I even liked just blew my mind with the most passionate sex I ever experienced. My body still feels slick and thinking about Roman jumpstarts my arousal. I decide to find out more about Mr. Winters, while I have the opportunity. I pull the sheet from my body and let the cool air touch me for a moment before I slip from the bed and pad over to the dresser. I fumble through drawers and in the second one I find folded t-shirts of his. I take a grey one, matching his from earlier, and pull it over my head. It’s oversized and smells like saltwater and man. It has a boating logo on it I’m not familiar with, in navy but the lines are clean and sleek. Looking around, the upstairs is an open loft with metal railings that overlook the center of Roman’s space, windows are on all sides of the building. I can see a boat in the center of what he considers his workshop downstairs. I take steps to the bathroom to freshen up. Another sleekly designed room, the space is optimized, silver metals, grey and brown stone fill the room. None of my things are in here and I figure our stuff must still be in the truck. I use my finger to brush my teeth and wash my face taking the towel from the bar. I feel more awake and step out. Along the wall, I see photographs in black and white of Roman and his parents. And boats. Lots of boats. Beautiful ones and big ones, but also small handmade ones where he’s standing off to the side or on them with sanding and hull painting equipment. Now I understand how he stays so fit. It takes an incredible amount of strength to maneuver around boats as large as these and elbow grease to keep them going. One of the photos is of Roman and his parents around a small boat. He looks proud and his parents flank him on either side. You can feel the love coming through the picture, radiating in their smiles. I want to touch it to see if one can capture that feeling, maybe bottle it up and save it but I find myself holding back. With a deep sigh, I find my purse which Roman has left for me on a table in the open room. I reach in to check my phone. Three missed calls. Lucas, Leah and my dad all in that dismal order. I decide to ignore Lucas. After all, we’re not a couple anymore. I ignore my sister, Leah, because she’s just being a bitch after having stolen my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend my brain clarifies. I’m entitled to be angry and I don’t want her to make this all about her and how she did me some kind of favor. We’re not fucking twelve and this isn’t junior high school. I finally decide to call my dad since he is still technically my boss. My fingers slide across the phone screen and hit his contact number, my stomach bubbles a little with anxiety. “Hi daddy.” I say when he picks up his phone. “Abigail, where are you?” Dad is not one to be subtle. “In S-Seattle.” Oh for fucks sake, I’m an adult and my dad continues to freeze any intelligent thoughts transmitting from my brain to my mouth. I hear him sigh through the phone like he’s placating me. “Abigail, darling, when are you coming back to work?” He says. No ‘hey, how are you’ or ‘what happened between you, Lucas and Leah’ yeah dad is not empathetic at all. “Dad, I’m taking a break. We discussed this. I left you a five page brief outlining my summer plans.” Yeah a brief, because my dad doesn’t function with face to face communication or his children being assertive and living independently from under his thumb. “Sweetheart, we’d all love to take a break…” and here is where my dad starts to tighten the noose around me with guilt. “But paying your dues is how I got to where I am, just so you and Leah could have everything...” Yup… cue that guilt… I know my dad is right, but after busting my hump for three years, basically more than that, and now breaking up with Lucas, my mind is more than fried. “I just can’t. Not right now.” Selfish. I know I’m being selfish but the hell with it. “Abigail, a break is two weeks at the most. I’ve given you a month to sort yourself out. I need you back in the office taking some of these cases.” Dad’s tone changes and I know it’s either give in or get out. “I, I’m not sure I want to be a lawyer, dad, not after all this.” I feel my skin going from blissfully warm in Roman’s arms this morning to clammy and cool under the pressure of pleasing my dad. “Well, I’m not sure I can a hold a job here for you, unless you come back.” Dad’s really good with ultimatums and usually I’m caving before we even get to this point. I don’t know how to respond so I chicken out. “Dad, my phone reception is cutting out, what’s that?” “Abigail! You better get your ass back to this office before Labor Day!” Dad yells into the phone but I pretend to not hear him. “Huh? I better go! Crssssshhhhh!” I make a funny noise and hang up on my dad. All I can do is stare at the screen before dropping it back inside my purse. I know its lame, but it was seriously the best I could do. I need to think about this. Do I want to go back and work under duress or lose everything I’ve worked for so far? I wasn’t even happy LA and I’m just starting to learn what happy looks and feels like here with Roman. *** It’s too much to think about so, I take the stairs down and stand before the boat. Roman’s beautiful boat and I feel myself beaming with pride for him. This one is wood and sanded so fine it feels like silk when I run my fingers over the grain of the boards. It’s painted a bright blue on the bottom hull with a white stripe at the top. Roman must have spent hours sanding and smoothing the boat to its perfect shape before applying the paint and varnish lovingly. I love that he’s created something so perfect with his own hands. I’m lost touching the boat and close my eyes thinking about the man who touched me just as gently merely an hour earlier. “Abby, I’m back.” Roman shouts from upstairs. “Are you hiding on me Hollywood?” I smile, he must have taken the elevator all the way up to the bedroom level. “Down here, sailor.” I call back. I can hear Roman skip down the stairs and the aroma of strong coffee is following him, permeating the air. “Coffee for my beautiful girl.” Roman puts his arms around me and in one hand he is holding the coffee just under my nose and the spicy scent is nothing compared to the man infront of me. “Mmm… Thank you. Roman, this boat… she is magnificent.” I feel his arms around me squeezing me tight, and after the conversation with my dad, I feel like Roman is my safe place in the storm. ROMAN I slip outside after tucking Abby back into bed. My bed. She looked so delicious and sleepy, but a man has to eat if he’s going to satisfy his woman. So here I am outside my building thanking whatever higher power convinced Abigail Holliday to take a chance on me as I skip, yes, fucking skip to the nearest Starbucks. I place an order for two coffees and some pastries to go. I’m pretty sure nothing could ruin my day today. I’m hungry so I sneak a bite of one of the sugar glazed items. As I turn around, my mouth full of sweetness, I almost bump into someone barely holding on to my coffees and the bag. “Whoa, sorry about that.” I muffle through crumbs and sugar not looking up because I’m in a hurry to get back. “No worries, Win, I wondered if I would see you in town.” My heart froze when I heard that voice, I turn back and look up this time. “Sasha…” I didn’t know what to say. Sasha Ackerman was one of the few women I dated somewhat seriously, though I never took her to my place, but I certainly spent enough time at hers right up until she gave me the ‘relationship ultimatum’ every guy hates. “Oh I know, it’s been awhile. I took that job in Chicago with my bank, but I decided to transfer back. I never did like the windy city. Seattle will always be my home you know.” Sasha smiles and I wonder if she thinks I’m still up for getting together. Awkward really. “Listen I uh… I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you. Welcome back.” I say casually and pray she doesn’t want to catch up. “Yeah, you too. I’ll give you a call sometime.” Sasha says backpedaling out of Starbuck s with her own coffee and making her way down the opposite block of mine. Ah shit. The last thing I wanted or needed was Sasha Ackerman sniffing around my place while I pursue Abigail. *** I leave Starbucks and walk back as fast as you can with two hot coffees radiating your hands and a bag of sweet goodies. Next time I’ll just man up and ask for the stupid paper carton so I’m burning my fingerprint identity off my fingers next time. I get inside my apartment and call out for Abby. “Abby, I’m back. Are you hiding on me Hollywood?” “Down here, sailor.” She says. I love this new nickname already. She’s not in the bedroom but I spy her downstairs next to my boat, my other pretty girl, and head towards her. “Coffee for my beautiful girl.” I feel my chest ease when I put my arms around her. I don’t care if it’s too soon, you try having a several weeks long banter with a beautiful girl who won’t give you the time of day to only finally find heaven once you get her to play nice under the sheets. It’s heaven I tell ya. “Mmm… Thank you. Roman, this boat… she is magnificent.” Can I totally keep this girl? Would it be creepy to just keep her here and not let her get away? Yeah, it would and it would take the fun out of our chase I’m sure but the way she touches my boat, my pride and joy just does something to me with her unsolicited admiration. “I think you’re magnificent and by the way, who gave you permission to borrow clothes?” I say to her. Abby looks at me strangely and immediately I want to shove a post run gym sock down my throat. Abby is sensitive and I’m being a verbal asshole. “Kidding, Hollywood. Anything in my dresser, closet, floor, whatever are free game.” “Even your umbrellas?” She returns the playfulness and I feel relieved. I make her wait a second thinking about it. I do have like thirty of them stashed in a closet and my punishment is her tweaking my nipple. I’m still holding the coffees so I’m screwed while I wince from the pain. “Arrg. Seriously? Nipple twisting your coffee knight in shining armor? Not cool, Hollywood, I thought we had an understanding.” I tell her turning around to put our drinks on a work bench my hands on my hips as I walk her back against my boat. “Not for all the umbrellas in this apartment huh?” She says and she makes a turn towards the staircase. Perfect. “Nope. Not after this, brat.” She tries to get away and I grab her around her waist. She’s got a hold on the railing and I turn her in my arms. She isn’t really fighting me which I’m grateful for. “So what punishment is my coffee baring, umbrella wielding knight going to dish out eh?” She says giggling. “Oh I wouldn’t be so cavalier, Hollywood. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” I gently push her down to sit on the step and she crawls up one to get away. I hold her one ankle and pray she isn’t a kicker. “I’m not impressed.” She goads me. This woman has some sass and audacity. “Oh you will be.” I push her shoulder with my other hand and she’s sitting back down on the staircase bare bottomed. I know this because I hid her underwear in my drawer last night for fun. I like that she’s bare under my t-shirt. I position myself between her legs and let my hand fall from her shoulder, down her chest and onto her knee. I squeezed her knee enough so she parts her legs ever so slightly and I lean in. “The coffee will get cold.” She whimpers as I bite her bottom lip tugging it. “That’s what the microwave is for.” I tell her and trace my hand from her knee to her thigh slowly, gently, tracing a pattern to her center in swirls like the ocean swells that would crash along the surf in Gold Beach. Her lips part and her mouth forms an O begging to be kissed. “Ro-Roman.” Abby has shut her eyes, squeezing them closed and pants her next breath. “Yes?” I don’t know if she’s asking a question or getting ready to yell my name. God I hope it’s the later. I kiss her open mouth again this time and slip my tongue inside. She closes her lips over mine and sucks my tongue hard. “Cheater, you ate something sweet.” She whines and I can feel my cock strain against my pants as she sucks my tongue again swirling and tasting. I’d love to have her sweet mouth on my cock but all in good time. “But not nearly as sweet as you.” I let my fingers inch closer to the lips between her soft legs and play on the outside parting them. I feel Abby scoot her bottom closer to me and I can’t help but chuckle. Clever girl. “Tease.” She says between pants. “Eager.” I tell her as I push her to lean back against the stairs propping her up on her elbows. The position can’t possibly be all that comfortable but here we are in the moment. A fucking incredible one at that. Abby does something unexpected and hooks her left leg up on my shoulder opening her dripping honey well open to me. “You don’t know how eager, Mr. Winters.” Abby’s voice gets all sexy in the only way a girl whose primed can get. “I aim to please, Hollywood.” I lay Abby back as far as she can go and without further preamble I hook two fingers inside her slick walls pumping her quickly, rubbing a third finger over her sensitive, swollen clit. “Uhh, Uh, Ro.” Is all she can get out before I cut off any further dialogue by kissing her hungrily and thrusting my tongue and fingers in rhythm. Screw the pastries, fuck coffee; this energizes me more than anything this sorry planet has to offer me. “Come on, princess, I’m waiting.” I kiss her neck sucking as she moans greedy for my fingers and I quicken the pace thrusting, her walls milk my fingers and her leg grips me closer. I use my hand and arm to brace her back against the stair and hold her head and neck in my palm gently while I thrust her core coaxing a pulsing sensation from her tight pussy. “Ohh, Roman!” Abby shouts as she lifts her hips to meet my fingers pounding her now. She lets out a squeal and tries to wiggle away. I let her sit a moment on the step and keep my fingers pressed inside her rubbing the front wall of her pussy slowly as she comes down from her shaking. Her hands reach for my shoulders and around to cup my neck as she pulls me closer to her face, her breath hot and her top lip trembles. “What makes you think I’m done with you, brat?” I growl looking into her pleasure happy eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she hasn’t caught her breath yet. “Evil. You’re evil, Roman.” She says to me shaking and I slip my fingers from her wet core. I nod my head and help her stand up on the stairs. Her legs wobble and the reason makes me smile. I made Abby cum hard and she can’t deny our mutual hungry attraction. “Pretty much, Hollywood. Now it’s time for my breakfast.” I hoist her over my shoulder and she flails a moment before I swat her bare bottom playfully. She shrieks, my little she-witch and I can’t help my laugh carrying her upstairs to the bedroom to enjoy my feast... *** STAY TUNED FOR MORE CHAPTERS ONLINE! COPYRIGHT - M. C. CERNY - AUGUST - 2014
Summer doesn't have to end!! OMIGOSH check out the next chapter here, below, RIGHT FREAKING NOW!!!I hope you love Roman and Abby as much as I do. :-) XOXO M.C. Cerny ONE SUMMERCHAPTER 10 ABIGAIL Roman smiles at me and gives me one of those toe curling kisses, his tongue slipping past my lips, darting and playing with my own. A wave of heat crashes into me and I feel my body flush with desire. I love how he makes me feel even in the short time we’ve been… whatever… we’ve been doing. I grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to me. Laughing, he gently pries my lust filled hands from his body shaking his head no. “Food, Abby. This man needs food if you want more of that.” Roman’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Don’t come back without my coffee.” I growl, displeased he’s leaving the bed and me. “Of course, Hollywood.” He kisses my lips and nips the bottom one. A zing of arousal begins anew. Ugh. I should not want this man so much, but I do. Hopelessly, I can’t stop myself from wanting him. “Go. Now.” I say to him. Roman smirks and he knows exactly what he’s doing to my mind and body. He pulls up the sheet and tucks me in. “Go back to sleep, Hollywood. I’ll be back in few.” Roman tugs my hair and turns around picking up a discarded grey t-shirt from the floor. I watch the muscles in his back ripple and I think, holy hell this man is mine right now! My bitchy sister can keep my ex-boyfriend. Who needs broken toys anyway? I roll over on the bed and chop the pillow making an indentation perfect for my head. I listen to Roman leave the loft in the elevator and snuggle back into warm sheets and man smell. I let my eyes close and drift into sleepiness once again. A sound outside the building jars me awake. Looking at the nightstand, Roman’s digital clock, which is pushed far back, probably from our shenanigans reads: 8:02am. I’ve slept for 16 minutes. Roman hasn’t returned from his hunt for breakfast yet. I’m overwhelmed at having said yes to staying with him for the rest of summer. What was I thinking? I don’t even know what that means and if I should have Maddie clean out the cottage so she can use it for other renters the rest of the summer. I’m still in bed enjoying the peace and thinking about how an hour earlier the man I wasn’t sure I even liked just blew my mind with the most passionate sex I ever experienced. My body still feels slick and thinking about Roman jumpstarts my arousal. I decide to find out more about Mr. Winters, while I have the opportunity. I pull the sheet from my body and let the cool air touch me for a moment before I slip from the bed and pad over to the dresser. I fumble through drawers and in the second one I find folded t-shirts of his. I take a grey one, matching his from earlier, and pull it over my head. It’s oversized and smells like saltwater and man. It has a boating logo on it I’m not familiar with, in navy but the lines are clean and sleek. Looking around, the upstairs is an open loft with metal railings that overlook the center of Roman’s space, windows are on all sides of the building. I can see a boat in the center of what he considers his workshop downstairs. I take steps to the bathroom to freshen up. Another sleekly designed room, the space is optimized, silver metals, grey and brown stone fill the room. None of my things are in here and I figure our stuff must still be in the truck. I use my finger to brush my teeth and wash my face taking the towel from the bar. I feel more awake and step out. Along the wall, I see photographs in black and white of Roman and his parents. And boats. Lots of boats. Beautiful ones and big ones, but also small handmade ones where he’s standing off to the side or on them with sanding and hull painting equipment. Now I understand how he stays so fit. It takes an incredible amount of strength to maneuver around boats as large as these and elbow grease to keep them going. One of the photos is of Roman and his parents around a small boat. He looks proud and his parents flank him on either side. You can feel the love coming through the picture, radiating in their smiles. I want to touch it to see if one can capture that feeling, maybe bottle it up and save it but I find myself holding back. With a deep sigh, I find my purse which Roman has left for me on a table in the open room. I reach in to check my phone. Three missed calls. Lucas, Leah and my dad all in that dismal order. I decide to ignore Lucas. After all, we’re not a couple anymore. I ignore my sister, Leah, because she’s just being a bitch after having stolen my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend my brain clarifies. I’m entitled to be angry and I don’t want her to make this all about her and how she did me some kind of favor. We’re not fucking twelve and this isn’t junior high school. I finally decide to call my dad since he is still technically my boss. My fingers slide across the phone screen and hit his contact number, my stomach bubbles a little with anxiety. “Hi daddy.” I say when he picks up his phone. “Abigail, where are you?” Dad is not one to be subtle. “In S-Seattle.” Oh for fucks sake, I’m an adult and my dad continues to freeze any intelligent thoughts transmitting from my brain to my mouth. I hear him sigh through the phone like he’s placating me. “Abigail, darling, when are you coming back to work?” He says. No ‘hey, how are you’ or ‘what happened between you, Lucas and Leah’ yeah dad is not empathetic at all. “Dad, I’m taking a break. We discussed this. I left you a five page brief outlining my summer plans.” Yeah a brief, because my dad doesn’t function with face to face communication or his children being assertive and living independently from under his thumb. “Sweetheart, we’d all love to take a break…” and here is where my dad starts to tighten the noose around me with guilt. “But paying your dues is how I got to where I am, just so you and Leah could have everything...” Yup… cue that guilt… I know my dad is right, but after busting my hump for three years, basically more than that, and now breaking up with Lucas, my mind is more than fried. “I just can’t. Not right now.” Selfish. I know I’m being selfish but the hell with it. “Abigail, a break is two weeks at the most. I’ve given you a month to sort yourself out. I need you back in the office taking some of these cases.” Dad’s tone changes and I know it’s either give in or get out. “I, I’m not sure I want to be a lawyer, dad, not after all this.” I feel my skin going from blissfully warm in Roman’s arms this morning to clammy and cool under the pressure of pleasing my dad. “Well, I’m not sure I can a hold a job here for you, unless you come back.” Dad’s really good with ultimatums and usually I’m caving before we even get to this point. I don’t know how to respond so I chicken out. “Dad, my phone reception is cutting out, what’s that?” “Abigail! You better get your ass back to this office before Labor Day!” Dad yells into the phone but I pretend to not hear him. “Huh? I better go! Crssssshhhhh!” I make a funny noise and hang up on my dad. All I can do is stare at the screen before dropping it back inside my purse. I know its lame, but it was seriously the best I could do. I need to think about this. Do I want to go back and work under duress or lose everything I’ve worked for so far? I wasn’t even happy LA and I’m just starting to learn what happy looks and feels like here with Roman. *** It’s too much to think about so, I take the stairs down and stand before the boat. Roman’s beautiful boat and I feel myself beaming with pride for him. This one is wood and sanded so fine it feels like silk when I run my fingers over the grain of the boards. It’s painted a bright blue on the bottom hull with a white stripe at the top. Roman must have spent hours sanding and smoothing the boat to its perfect shape before applying the paint and varnish lovingly. I love that he’s created something so perfect with his own hands. I’m lost touching the boat and close my eyes thinking about the man who touched me just as gently merely an hour earlier. “Abby, I’m back.” Roman shouts from upstairs. “Are you hiding on me Hollywood?” I smile, he must have taken the elevator all the way up to the bedroom level. “Down here, sailor.” I call back. I can hear Roman skip down the stairs and the aroma of strong coffee is following him, permeating the air. “Coffee for my beautiful girl.” Roman puts his arms around me and in one hand he is holding the coffee just under my nose and the spicy scent is nothing compared to the man infront of me. “Mmm… Thank you. Roman, this boat… she is magnificent.” I feel his arms around me squeezing me tight, and after the conversation with my dad, I feel like Roman is my safe place in the storm. ROMAN I slip outside after tucking Abby back into bed. My bed. She looked so delicious and sleepy, but a man has to eat if he’s going to satisfy his woman. So here I am outside my building thanking whatever higher power convinced Abigail Holliday to take a chance on me as I skip, yes, fucking skip to the nearest Starbucks. I place an order for two coffees and some pastries to go. I’m pretty sure nothing could ruin my day today. I’m hungry so I sneak a bite of one of the sugar glazed items. As I turn around, my mouth full of sweetness, I almost bump into someone barely holding on to my coffees and the bag. “Whoa, sorry about that.” I muffle through crumbs and sugar not looking up because I’m in a hurry to get back. “No worries, Win, I wondered if I would see you in town.” My heart froze when I heard that voice, I turn back and look up this time. “Sasha…” I didn’t know what to say. Sasha Ackerman was one of the few women I dated somewhat seriously, though I never took her to my place, but I certainly spent enough time at hers right up until she gave me the ‘relationship ultimatum’ every guy hates. “Oh I know, it’s been awhile. I took that job in Chicago with my bank, but I decided to transfer back. I never did like the windy city. Seattle will always be my home you know.” Sasha smiles and I wonder if she thinks I’m still up for getting together. Awkward really. “Listen I uh… I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you. Welcome back.” I say casually and pray she doesn’t want to catch up. “Yeah, you too. I’ll give you a call sometime.” Sasha says backpedaling out of Starbuck s with her own coffee and making her way down the opposite block of mine. Ah shit. The last thing I wanted or needed was Sasha Ackerman sniffing around my place while I pursue Abigail. *** I leave Starbucks and walk back as fast as you can with two hot coffees radiating your hands and a bag of sweet goodies. Next time I’ll just man up and ask for the stupid paper carton so I’m burning my fingerprint identity off my fingers next time. I get inside my apartment and call out for Abby. “Abby, I’m back. Are you hiding on me Hollywood?” “Down here, sailor.” She says. I love this new nickname already. She’s not in the bedroom but I spy her downstairs next to my boat, my other pretty girl, and head towards her. “Coffee for my beautiful girl.” I feel my chest ease when I put my arms around her. I don’t care if it’s too soon, you try having a several weeks long banter with a beautiful girl who won’t give you the time of day to only finally find heaven once you get her to play nice under the sheets. It’s heaven I tell ya. “Mmm… Thank you. Roman, this boat… she is magnificent.” Can I totally keep this girl? Would it be creepy to just keep her here and not let her get away? Yeah, it would and it would take the fun out of our chase I’m sure but the way she touches my boat, my pride and joy just does something to me with her unsolicited admiration. “I think you’re magnificent and by the way, who gave you permission to borrow clothes?” I say to her. Abby looks at me strangely and immediately I want to shove a post run gym sock down my throat. Abby is sensitive and I’m being a verbal asshole. “Kidding, Hollywood. Anything in my dresser, closet, floor, whatever are free game.” “Even your umbrellas?” She returns the playfulness and I feel relieved. I make her wait a second thinking about it. I do have like thirty of them stashed in a closet and my punishment is her tweaking my nipple. I’m still holding the coffees so I’m screwed while I wince from the pain. “Arrg. Seriously? Nipple twisting your coffee knight in shining armor? Not cool, Hollywood, I thought we had an understanding.” I tell her turning around to put our drinks on a work bench my hands on my hips as I walk her back against my boat. “Not for all the umbrellas in this apartment huh?” She says and she makes a turn towards the staircase. Perfect. “Nope. Not after this, brat.” She tries to get away and I grab her around her waist. She’s got a hold on the railing and I turn her in my arms. She isn’t really fighting me which I’m grateful for. “So what punishment is my coffee baring, umbrella wielding knight going to dish out eh?” She says giggling. “Oh I wouldn’t be so cavalier, Hollywood. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” I gently push her down to sit on the step and she crawls up one to get away. I hold her one ankle and pray she isn’t a kicker. “I’m not impressed.” She goads me. This woman has some sass and audacity. “Oh you will be.” I push her shoulder with my other hand and she’s sitting back down on the staircase bare bottomed. I know this because I hid her underwear in my drawer last night for fun. I like that she’s bare under my t-shirt. I position myself between her legs and let my hand fall from her shoulder, down her chest and onto her knee. I squeezed her knee enough so she parts her legs ever so slightly and I lean in. “The coffee will get cold.” She whimpers as I bite her bottom lip tugging it. “That’s what the microwave is for.” I tell her and trace my hand from her knee to her thigh slowly, gently, tracing a pattern to her center in swirls like the ocean swells that would crash along the surf in Gold Beach. Her lips part and her mouth forms an O begging to be kissed. “Ro-Roman.” Abby has shut her eyes, squeezing them closed and pants her next breath. “Yes?” I don’t know if she’s asking a question or getting ready to yell my name. God I hope it’s the later. I kiss her open mouth again this time and slip my tongue inside. She closes her lips over mine and sucks my tongue hard. “Cheater, you ate something sweet.” She whines and I can feel my cock strain against my pants as she sucks my tongue again swirling and tasting. I’d love to have her sweet mouth on my cock but all in good time. “But not nearly as sweet as you.” I let my fingers inch closer to the lips between her soft legs and play on the outside parting them. I feel Abby scoot her bottom closer to me and I can’t help but chuckle. Clever girl. “Tease.” She says between pants. “Eager.” I tell her as I push her to lean back against the stairs propping her up on her elbows. The position can’t possibly be all that comfortable but here we are in the moment. A fucking incredible one at that. Abby does something unexpected and hooks her left leg up on my shoulder opening her dripping honey well open to me. “You don’t know how eager, Mr. Winters.” Abby’s voice gets all sexy in the only way a girl whose primed can get. “I aim to please, Hollywood.” I lay Abby back as far as she can go and without further preamble I hook two fingers inside her slick walls pumping her quickly, rubbing a third finger over her sensitive, swollen clit. “Uhh, Uh, Ro.” Is all she can get out before I cut off any further dialogue by kissing her hungrily and thrusting my tongue and fingers in rhythm. Screw the pastries, fuck coffee; this energizes me more than anything this sorry planet has to offer me. “Come on, princess, I’m waiting.” I kiss her neck sucking as she moans greedy for my fingers and I quicken the pace thrusting, her walls milk my fingers and her leg grips me closer. I use my hand and arm to brace her back against the stair and hold her head and neck in my palm gently while I thrust her core coaxing a pulsing sensation from her tight pussy. “Ohh, Roman!” Abby shouts as she lifts her hips to meet my fingers pounding her now. She lets out a squeal and tries to wiggle away. I let her sit a moment on the step and keep my fingers pressed inside her rubbing the front wall of her pussy slowly as she comes down from her shaking. Her hands reach for my shoulders and around to cup my neck as she pulls me closer to her face, her breath hot and her top lip trembles. “What makes you think I’m done with you, brat?” I growl looking into her pleasure happy eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she hasn’t caught her breath yet. “Evil. You’re evil, Roman.” She says to me shaking and I slip my fingers from her wet core. I nod my head and help her stand up on the stairs. Her legs wobble and the reason makes me smile. I made Abby cum hard and she can’t deny our mutual hungry attraction. “Pretty much, Hollywood. Now it’s time for my breakfast.” I hoist her over my shoulder and she flails a moment before I swat her bare bottom playfully. She shrieks, my little she-witch and I can’t help my laugh carrying her upstairs to the bedroom to enjoy my feast... *** STAY TUNED FOR MORE CHAPTERS ONLINE! COPYRIGHT - M. C. CERNY - AUGUST - 2014 August 6, 2014
10 Sexy Summer Stories - NIGHTTIDES ANTHOLOGY
NIGHTTIDES ANTHOLOGYTen sexy summer stories to turn up the heat from some of the hottest new voices and best selling authors! Nighttides tells the stories of lost loves, new loves, passion rekindled, and sparks of lust that light a new a path.Who needs the cabana boy when these 10 sizzling summer stories will melt your panties off... A portion of our proceeds are being donated to Animal Ark. AVAILABLE NOW
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If Wishes Came True by Lisa SuzanneI wished I would get over the pain of a broken heart. I thought an escape to the beach with my best friend would make my wish come true. My goal was to meet a sexy stranger and fall in lust. Cue Ben, a sexy stranger traveling on business. I made him promise that our week of fun would stay in California. He made me promise that I wouldn’t fall for him.I’m not sure that either of us will be able to keep our promises.
One Summer by M. C. CernyAbigail Holliday is taking a break from the fast paced LA life. After working towards her law degree, under the thumb of her controlling father, Abby is looking forward to a summer of peace, with her boyfriend, Lucas. Instead, she’s left with more questions and disappointments as reality sets in. Heading north to Gold Beach, Abby finds Roman Winters, with not just her suitcase, but baggage of his own, and Abby is having feelings she doesn’t know what to do with. Why is the one man you want… the one you planned to be with, not on the same page? More importantly, why is the man you need to desperately avoid, the one always there, smiling, teasing, rudely annoying… and so, so attractive? It was just supposed to be One Summer, and now, it might just be something more…
Love, Nick by Laura DunawayWhen Liv Porter saw the Help Wanted sign for work as a summer nanny, she jumped at the chance. Little did she know when Nick Walters opened the door, her life would change instantly. Nick was tall, dark, and handsome, and more importantly, a wonderful dad, everything that Liv wanted. The only problem was she knew Nick would never feel the same for her. But sometimes, things aren't always what you think.
High Maintenance by Lia FairchildLexy’s apartment is a dump, but she refuses to move in with her controlling fiancé. Instead, she takes matters into her own hands, getting down and dirty to fix things. Then Tate, the super’s sexy son, shows up. Lexy and Tate spar over the latest maintenance issues, generating more heat than the recording breaking temperatures that have invaded their city. As her attraction to Tate grows, Lexy becomes more resistant to her fiance's demands, putting a wrench in her relationship and her impending marriage.
Big Balls by Amalie SilverHer rules are simple:1. Live the game. 2. Give 100%. 3. No dating during the season.In a comfortable world where she's lived for three seasons, Jacky is the catcher, captain, and mother to the Beavers: her college fast-pitch softball team.Tennis shoes and jeans are her style. But when Jacky meets Nolan she considers hanging up her cleats and baseball cap for a side of herself she's never seen: a feminine one.But is she compromising her rules, team, scholarship, and herself all for the attention of the umpire, or does it take a set of big balls to walk away from it all.
Bad Summer Love by Phalla S. RiosThe Perfect Summer...That's what, Ellie Sheen, had hoped would be when she arrived in Hawaii with her parents, leaving the real world and a broken heart behind for the week. But nothing ever goes according to plans. The boy, Marcus Conti, who broke her heart is also vacationing in Hawaii with his family near by.When they run into each other, past pain and passion will ignite, leaving both of them wondering if their choices were right for them.
Just Him by Nickie Nalley SeidlerAttending a high school reunion single and alone is not a fate something Victoria Stone would ever befall her.Being the cheerleading captain, prom queen, and MVP in Class of 04, the popular, talented, Toria planned her dreadful trip home to Summerville. She was hopeful and happy to see her friends--but Dallas McLane weighed heavy on her mind.Dallas, her high school sweetheart, brought up thoughts of the past-- and suddenly thoughts become reality, and reality quickly becomes a mess. Toria is determined to find if her past can become her future. Hot and sexy Dallas only complicates things. Toria fears that the high school reunion will become nothing but a show--but then again, this just might be the time for her to take life by the reins and determine her own fate... 
An Unexpected Journey by Taryn PlendlTwo friends. A confession of love. A misunderstanding. A life-altering secret.Four years have separated Jay and Abby, but their love for each other has remained. Will a five day cruise to paradise be enough time to repair past hurts and allow them a second chance at love? Come along on this Unexpected Journey.
Captain by Katherine RhodesGlenda Parsons thought a week with her boyfriend Bill on St. Lucia would be the perfection vacation. She was wrong. Within two days of landing, she's broken up with Bill and moved out of the room--even taking on a "roommate" to get away from him. But the sexy Allen Macomb not only moves into the suite with her, but occupies her every waking thought. Glenda is torn between the emotions of her break-up and finding out what else Allen is beside a temporary roommate.
Crashing with Beau by Brittainy C. CherryKate has always led a good girl life. Her parents were more wild than her, and she has yet to kiss a boy. When she has two days before she begins college at Yale, she decides to live those two days to the fullest. Enter Beau: A caring boy who shows Kate how to let loose and crash against the world. A short story of love, laughter and youth.
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If Wishes Came True by Lisa SuzanneI wished I would get over the pain of a broken heart. I thought an escape to the beach with my best friend would make my wish come true. My goal was to meet a sexy stranger and fall in lust. Cue Ben, a sexy stranger traveling on business. I made him promise that our week of fun would stay in California. He made me promise that I wouldn’t fall for him.I’m not sure that either of us will be able to keep our promises.
One Summer by M. C. CernyAbigail Holliday is taking a break from the fast paced LA life. After working towards her law degree, under the thumb of her controlling father, Abby is looking forward to a summer of peace, with her boyfriend, Lucas. Instead, she’s left with more questions and disappointments as reality sets in. Heading north to Gold Beach, Abby finds Roman Winters, with not just her suitcase, but baggage of his own, and Abby is having feelings she doesn’t know what to do with. Why is the one man you want… the one you planned to be with, not on the same page? More importantly, why is the man you need to desperately avoid, the one always there, smiling, teasing, rudely annoying… and so, so attractive? It was just supposed to be One Summer, and now, it might just be something more… 
Love, Nick by Laura DunawayWhen Liv Porter saw the Help Wanted sign for work as a summer nanny, she jumped at the chance. Little did she know when Nick Walters opened the door, her life would change instantly. Nick was tall, dark, and handsome, and more importantly, a wonderful dad, everything that Liv wanted. The only problem was she knew Nick would never feel the same for her. But sometimes, things aren't always what you think.
High Maintenance by Lia FairchildLexy’s apartment is a dump, but she refuses to move in with her controlling fiancé. Instead, she takes matters into her own hands, getting down and dirty to fix things. Then Tate, the super’s sexy son, shows up. Lexy and Tate spar over the latest maintenance issues, generating more heat than the recording breaking temperatures that have invaded their city. As her attraction to Tate grows, Lexy becomes more resistant to her fiance's demands, putting a wrench in her relationship and her impending marriage.Big Balls by Amalie SilverHer rules are simple:1. Live the game. 2. Give 100%. 3. No dating during the season.In a comfortable world where she's lived for three seasons, Jacky is the catcher, captain, and mother to the Beavers: her college fast-pitch softball team.Tennis shoes and jeans are her style. But when Jacky meets Nolan she considers hanging up her cleats and baseball cap for a side of herself she's never seen: a feminine one.But is she compromising her rules, team, scholarship, and herself all for the attention of the umpire, or does it take a set of big balls to walk away from it all.
Bad Summer Love by Phalla S. RiosThe Perfect Summer...That's what, Ellie Sheen, had hoped would be when she arrived in Hawaii with her parents, leaving the real world and a broken heart behind for the week. But nothing ever goes according to plans. The boy, Marcus Conti, who broke her heart is also vacationing in Hawaii with his family near by.When they run into each other, past pain and passion will ignite, leaving both of them wondering if their choices were right for them.
Just Him by Nickie Nalley SeidlerAttending a high school reunion single and alone is not a fate something Victoria Stone would ever befall her.Being the cheerleading captain, prom queen, and MVP in Class of 04, the popular, talented, Toria planned her dreadful trip home to Summerville. She was hopeful and happy to see her friends--but Dallas McLane weighed heavy on her mind.Dallas, her high school sweetheart, brought up thoughts of the past-- and suddenly thoughts become reality, and reality quickly becomes a mess. Toria is determined to find if her past can become her future. Hot and sexy Dallas only complicates things. Toria fears that the high school reunion will become nothing but a show--but then again, this just might be the time for her to take life by the reins and determine her own fate... An Unexpected Journey by Taryn PlendlTwo friends. A confession of love. A misunderstanding. A life-altering secret.Four years have separated Jay and Abby, but their love for each other has remained. Will a five day cruise to paradise be enough time to repair past hurts and allow them a second chance at love? Come along on this Unexpected Journey.Captain by Katherine RhodesGlenda Parsons thought a week with her boyfriend Bill on St. Lucia would be the perfection vacation. She was wrong. Within two days of landing, she's broken up with Bill and moved out of the room--even taking on a "roommate" to get away from him. But the sexy Allen Macomb not only moves into the suite with her, but occupies her every waking thought. Glenda is torn between the emotions of her break-up and finding out what else Allen is beside a temporary roommate.
Crashing with Beau by Brittainy C. CherryKate has always led a good girl life. Her parents were more wild than her, and she has yet to kiss a boy. When she has two days before she begins college at Yale, she decides to live those two days to the fullest. Enter Beau: A caring boy who shows Kate how to let loose and crash against the world. A short story of love, laughter and youth.CHECK OUT THESE 10 BRAND NEW NOVELLAS
August 5, 2014
NIGHTTIDES is AVAILABLE
Hey Flashers! Today is the official release day of NIGHTTIDES!! I'm so excited and we're offering it to you for one day only at a special price. Just $0.99 for today and then the proce goes back up to $3.99. Our book will also benefit the Animal Ark Charity and 50% of the proceeds will be donated to the animals. I see that as a win-win. 10 Brand New Sexy Summer Stories and the animals benefit. I really hope you enjoy our book, teasers will be posted through out the week as well as author takeovers and a chance for US residents to win a Kindle with 10 ebooks from all the authors in the anthology. XOXO
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July 9, 2014
One Summer - Nighttides Anthology
Hey Flashers! So now you've seen the cover for the Nighttides Anthology, but have I told you about my contribution, "One Summer" ??
Meet Abigail Holliday and Roman Winters! I don't know if I could have written a more opposites attract couple. Abby is fresh from law school and looking to find herself after sacraficing years in school and a fairly 'dead-end' relationship with her longtime boyfriend Lucas Crowley. Abby plans to get away for one last summer before getting back to the grind and working at her Dad's prestigious law firm in LA. Abby was meant for more than just running errands, researching cases and ordering coffee, but will she see that? Roman Winters is the bad boy of Gold Beach. A small coastal town in Oregon which he makes his summer home when he's not designing and building boats for his company in Seattle. Roman comes to Gold Beach to eascape the greedy women and failed relationships he left behind. He wasn't looking for love this summer, but then he meets Abby. FIREWORKS! Will these two find a way to make it work with Lucas and LA lingering in the background, even if it's just for one summer? RELEASES on 8/05/2014!!!!
Meet Abigail Holliday and Roman Winters! I don't know if I could have written a more opposites attract couple. Abby is fresh from law school and looking to find herself after sacraficing years in school and a fairly 'dead-end' relationship with her longtime boyfriend Lucas Crowley. Abby plans to get away for one last summer before getting back to the grind and working at her Dad's prestigious law firm in LA. Abby was meant for more than just running errands, researching cases and ordering coffee, but will she see that? Roman Winters is the bad boy of Gold Beach. A small coastal town in Oregon which he makes his summer home when he's not designing and building boats for his company in Seattle. Roman comes to Gold Beach to eascape the greedy women and failed relationships he left behind. He wasn't looking for love this summer, but then he meets Abby. FIREWORKS! Will these two find a way to make it work with Lucas and LA lingering in the background, even if it's just for one summer? RELEASES on 8/05/2014!!!!
July 2, 2014
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY
Howdy Flashers! I hope everyone is staying safe this weekend while celebrating our Independence Day. I hear we've got crazy weather moving in to the East coast which likely means no bang bangs this year on the fourth. Ah well, I'll take a little rain over another hurricane any day. I'm really hoping this tropical storm Arthur, whoever he is stays ocean bound and leaves us the heck alone. While we're waiting for the weather guys to get it right one day, I'm putting FLASHPOINT on SALE this weekend for a limited time. SO through July 3rd to July 7th, book one in the Reed Series will be just $0.99. Log onto whatever format you prefer and get yourself a copy today. XOXO
My Sale promotion is also being advertised by Debra from The Book Enthusiast Promotions. She's hosting a number of other great books on sale and I recommend you check the titles listed as well. There's even a giveaway going on so please make sure to check that out! It's a long weekend, so I hope you get a few book hangovers. Just don't read and drive!! :-) GIVEAWAY
My Sale promotion is also being advertised by Debra from The Book Enthusiast Promotions. She's hosting a number of other great books on sale and I recommend you check the titles listed as well. There's even a giveaway going on so please make sure to check that out! It's a long weekend, so I hope you get a few book hangovers. Just don't read and drive!! :-) GIVEAWAY
June 27, 2014
NIGHTTIDES ANTHOLOGY COVER REVEAL!
Have you heard about Nighttides? When the day
sleeps,
the nighttide
rushes in.
It's an amazing anthology that I am a part of with nine other authors and I cannot wait for all of you to read our novellas included in the anthology. Here's the Goodreads Link Add Nighttides to your TBR today!
10 ALL NEW, never released novellas from 10 awesome authors! A portion of the proceeds will benefit Animal Ark. Coming August 5th from:
Lisa Suzanne
M.C. Cerny
Laura Dunaway
Lia Fairchild
Taryn Plendl
Katherine Rhodes
Phalla S. Rios
Brittainy C. Cherry
Amalie Silver
Nickie Nalley Seidler Stay tuned for teasers and excerpts! XOXO
10 ALL NEW, never released novellas from 10 awesome authors! A portion of the proceeds will benefit Animal Ark. Coming August 5th from:Lisa Suzanne
M.C. Cerny
Laura Dunaway
Lia Fairchild
Taryn Plendl
Katherine Rhodes
Phalla S. Rios
Brittainy C. Cherry
Amalie Silver
Nickie Nalley Seidler Stay tuned for teasers and excerpts! XOXO
