The wait is over! 😘
Hey Lovelies,
It's finally here! Release Day for The Grief We Hold, and I can't wait for you to meet Wraith and Raven, (Stayed tuned to the end for a NSFW excerpt!)
I love writing these bikers on horseback--or cowboys on bikes. Whichever way you say it, it's been a high-octane breath of fresh air to tap into small town Colorado every day as I write.
A widowed biker stuck in the past and a single mom worried about the future made the most delicious pairing. Buckle up...or maybe saddle up... for the ride.
Happy reading and keep scrolling for the excerpt when you find out what Wraith's been hiding! 😉
S 💙
Get it here in ebook or paperback - https://books2read.com/TheGriefWeHold...
Have a taste below.....
“You need me to go? Plenty of places I can lay my head tonight if you want this bed to yourself,” Wraith says.
“No.” The word comes out too fast, too firm. “No, you don’t need to. I guess I’m trying to make sense of it all. You, me, this. I’m here, but I don’t know why I’m here, which I know doesn’t make any sense.”
“Been thinking similar thoughts since the moment I called. Can’t explain it. I’m not a relationship guy, but I can’t stop thinking about you either. Any other woman, I’d suggest fucking it out of our system, yet here you are, in my bed, and we’re talking.”
Images of him pulling me closer flash through my brain. Of him dominating me in the way I’ve always craved but never received. “Is that what you want to do with me?”
He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “You don’t strike me as a one-night-stand kind of woman, and that’s all I’m offering.”
Is that all it would be?
My treasonous reasoning fractures. A part of me wants to revel in the freedom of a no-strings moment with this man.
The other silently cries out, What if one time isn’t enough?
But it’s better than never knowing.
I don’t feel guilty about my husband. He abandoned me long before Wraith climbed into this bed. I just want to be needed by someone, even if tonight is all he needs me for. “Then teach me how to be one.”
“Not that simple, Blue. Can’t teach you how to separate sex and emotions. Only you can do that.”
“You’re confusing, Wraith. I don’t think you would have brought me here today if this were only a fleeting itch you wanted some woman to scratch.”
He tugs me closer, sliding his strong arms around me. His warmth immediately hits me, along with the scent of the soap he used during his shower. “I’m confusing myself. Not sure where the fuck I’m going with all this.”
His hand rubs tenderly up and down my spine, grounding me as I arch against him.
His body is solid, a physical anchor to my spiraling thoughts.
His cock is hard, making it impossible to separate me needs from my own self-interest.
“There are lots of reasons we shouldn’t do this,” he says. “But I can’t think of any of them right now when you feel this good in my arms.”
“I can’t pretend I wasn’t relieved and excited when you opened the door, even though I know getting involved with you is a bad idea for me and Fen.”
“What if we pretended for tonight that I’m just Axel, and you’re just Raven, and this room is anywhere but here?”
My heart beats so fast, I fear for its safety. “I’m not sure I’m mentally ready to sleep with you yet. My body’s there, but…”
“Then take whatever you need. Let me get you out of these clothes. Let me wrap myself around you and sleep with you, knowing you’re safe. Perhaps both of us will think more clearly in the morning.”
“I think I want more than that, though. Physically, I want all of you.”
He kisses my cheek gently, his breath warm against my skin. “Me too. Banging this out of our systems could be a fine idea.”
“You think that’s all this will be.”
“It’s all it can be, Blue. I need to know what it would feel like to fuck you. But, if you tell me to stop, I’ll listen.”
When he kisses me, it seals my decision. We’re both here. We’re both adults. And his kiss is so consuming it’s impossible to pull away. I feel the brush of his scruff against my skin as his firm lips torture me with the promise of everything now, and nothing tomorrow.
His hands slip beneath the hem of my borrowed Henley, and I can barely breathe. Slowly, he begins to gather fabric upwards, exposing my thighs, my butt, my ribs. By the time he grips my waist, then strokes his fingers over my skin, I’m fit to burst.
Anticipation swirls between us, an eddy current that grows with every second. Wraith never takes his eyes away from mine. Never looks down at what his actions are revealing.
My breath catches in my throat.
“You’re beautiful.” His fingers stroke softly over the area where I’m bruised, even though he can’t see the faded marks in the dark. “And I want to kill the fucker who hurt you.”
“Axel.”
My use of his name causes his pupils to flare.
“I need to see you, Blue. Are you going to let me strip you and then lie there naked so I can see all of you? Or is that too far?”
God, how long have I wanted a man to speak to me like this.
The heavy throb in my clit tells me it isn’t anywhere close to enough. But I nod.
“Good girl.” He sits up and slides his Henley over my head. I barely notice the loss of warmth. He dips his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, and it tickles as he moves across my stomach. He places a soft kiss just above the elastic before lowering them down my thighs to remove them.
“Can I see you too?” I ask. My voice is raspy, filled with need.
He rips the T-shirt he’s wearing over his head, revealing a chest as solid and firm as I imagined. Then he kneels up and shoves the pajamas over his hips. I can’t imagine how painful it must have been to tattoo his groin or the long black line on the underside of his penis, but it’s the metal that glints on either side of his cock that must have been most horrendous.
“Oh my God, is that a piercing?”
He palms his cock and grins. “It is. Is it going to be a problem?”
It's finally here! Release Day for The Grief We Hold, and I can't wait for you to meet Wraith and Raven, (Stayed tuned to the end for a NSFW excerpt!)
I love writing these bikers on horseback--or cowboys on bikes. Whichever way you say it, it's been a high-octane breath of fresh air to tap into small town Colorado every day as I write.
A widowed biker stuck in the past and a single mom worried about the future made the most delicious pairing. Buckle up...or maybe saddle up... for the ride.
Happy reading and keep scrolling for the excerpt when you find out what Wraith's been hiding! 😉
S 💙
Get it here in ebook or paperback - https://books2read.com/TheGriefWeHold...
Have a taste below.....
“You need me to go? Plenty of places I can lay my head tonight if you want this bed to yourself,” Wraith says.
“No.” The word comes out too fast, too firm. “No, you don’t need to. I guess I’m trying to make sense of it all. You, me, this. I’m here, but I don’t know why I’m here, which I know doesn’t make any sense.”
“Been thinking similar thoughts since the moment I called. Can’t explain it. I’m not a relationship guy, but I can’t stop thinking about you either. Any other woman, I’d suggest fucking it out of our system, yet here you are, in my bed, and we’re talking.”
Images of him pulling me closer flash through my brain. Of him dominating me in the way I’ve always craved but never received. “Is that what you want to do with me?”
He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “You don’t strike me as a one-night-stand kind of woman, and that’s all I’m offering.”
Is that all it would be?
My treasonous reasoning fractures. A part of me wants to revel in the freedom of a no-strings moment with this man.
The other silently cries out, What if one time isn’t enough?
But it’s better than never knowing.
I don’t feel guilty about my husband. He abandoned me long before Wraith climbed into this bed. I just want to be needed by someone, even if tonight is all he needs me for. “Then teach me how to be one.”
“Not that simple, Blue. Can’t teach you how to separate sex and emotions. Only you can do that.”
“You’re confusing, Wraith. I don’t think you would have brought me here today if this were only a fleeting itch you wanted some woman to scratch.”
He tugs me closer, sliding his strong arms around me. His warmth immediately hits me, along with the scent of the soap he used during his shower. “I’m confusing myself. Not sure where the fuck I’m going with all this.”
His hand rubs tenderly up and down my spine, grounding me as I arch against him.
His body is solid, a physical anchor to my spiraling thoughts.
His cock is hard, making it impossible to separate me needs from my own self-interest.
“There are lots of reasons we shouldn’t do this,” he says. “But I can’t think of any of them right now when you feel this good in my arms.”
“I can’t pretend I wasn’t relieved and excited when you opened the door, even though I know getting involved with you is a bad idea for me and Fen.”
“What if we pretended for tonight that I’m just Axel, and you’re just Raven, and this room is anywhere but here?”
My heart beats so fast, I fear for its safety. “I’m not sure I’m mentally ready to sleep with you yet. My body’s there, but…”
“Then take whatever you need. Let me get you out of these clothes. Let me wrap myself around you and sleep with you, knowing you’re safe. Perhaps both of us will think more clearly in the morning.”
“I think I want more than that, though. Physically, I want all of you.”
He kisses my cheek gently, his breath warm against my skin. “Me too. Banging this out of our systems could be a fine idea.”
“You think that’s all this will be.”
“It’s all it can be, Blue. I need to know what it would feel like to fuck you. But, if you tell me to stop, I’ll listen.”
When he kisses me, it seals my decision. We’re both here. We’re both adults. And his kiss is so consuming it’s impossible to pull away. I feel the brush of his scruff against my skin as his firm lips torture me with the promise of everything now, and nothing tomorrow.
His hands slip beneath the hem of my borrowed Henley, and I can barely breathe. Slowly, he begins to gather fabric upwards, exposing my thighs, my butt, my ribs. By the time he grips my waist, then strokes his fingers over my skin, I’m fit to burst.
Anticipation swirls between us, an eddy current that grows with every second. Wraith never takes his eyes away from mine. Never looks down at what his actions are revealing.
My breath catches in my throat.
“You’re beautiful.” His fingers stroke softly over the area where I’m bruised, even though he can’t see the faded marks in the dark. “And I want to kill the fucker who hurt you.”
“Axel.”
My use of his name causes his pupils to flare.
“I need to see you, Blue. Are you going to let me strip you and then lie there naked so I can see all of you? Or is that too far?”
God, how long have I wanted a man to speak to me like this.
The heavy throb in my clit tells me it isn’t anywhere close to enough. But I nod.
“Good girl.” He sits up and slides his Henley over my head. I barely notice the loss of warmth. He dips his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, and it tickles as he moves across my stomach. He places a soft kiss just above the elastic before lowering them down my thighs to remove them.
“Can I see you too?” I ask. My voice is raspy, filled with need.
He rips the T-shirt he’s wearing over his head, revealing a chest as solid and firm as I imagined. Then he kneels up and shoves the pajamas over his hips. I can’t imagine how painful it must have been to tattoo his groin or the long black line on the underside of his penis, but it’s the metal that glints on either side of his cock that must have been most horrendous.
“Oh my God, is that a piercing?”
He palms his cock and grins. “It is. Is it going to be a problem?”
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