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Because of Her (Jack & Jill, #6) Because of Her by Jewel E. Ann
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“Francesca, don’t ever let a man touch you unless you want it as much as your next breath. Selling your soul is worse than suicide. Dying is easy. Living is really fucking hard.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Frankie,” he whispers, out of breath. Keeping me pinned to the car, his hands find my face again. “Frankie … Frankie … Frankie …” He showers my face with kisses and gently rubs his face against mine. It’s affectionate, intimate, and a little heartbreaking because I feel him clinging to this moment as much as I am. My hands cover his when his forehead comes to rest against mine. “I’m afraid one day soon you won’t kiss me good night.” He lifts his head, a sad expression stealing his handsome face while he nods gently. “Me too.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“He waits for her to make eye contact, but she keeps her gaze glued to his torso, confusion wrinkling the skin around her eyes. He wants to take her pain, but he knows nothing will ever be able to take away the pain she feels. That vast hole of nothingness takes on its own life with a pulse—each beat feels like a knife to the chest.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Go home, Jack. Don’t die alone. I know you have a family somewhere who misses you.” His brow furrows. “Why do you say that?” I toss the barely salvageable photos into the box and step in front of him, feathering the back of my hands along his cheeks and tracing the fine lines with my thumbs. “The eyes don’t lie.” He slides his hand from my bicep to my hand on his face. “What do mine say?” “You’re not where you belong. Your eyes have so much longing and deep regret; it’s soul-crushing.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“If you carry me to the finish line, I’ll carry you for the rest of our lives.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Scarbo” from Ravel’s Gaspard de la Nuit.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Alexander Scriabin’s “Piano Sonata No. 9,”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Jackson smirks, taking a seat. “I fucking love you.” “Because I’m so smart and talented?” She pushes off the sofa. “Nope.” He starts to play a concerto in E minor. “Because I challenge your stubborn ass?” She ambles closer. “Nope.” Frankie runs her fingers along Beauty. Then she teases the nape of his neck while her lips settle beside his ear, and she whispers, “Because I’m the girl you kiss good night.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Wedging between his spread legs, I curl up in a ball on his lap, face in his neck, hand flat against his heart. “If you carry me to the finish line, I’ll carry you for the rest of our lives.” Ever so slowly, Jack’s hands release the arms of the chair and embrace me. Head bowed. Lips pressed to my head. He is my Baines. I am his Ada. And together, we will sail away to a future filled with unimaginable happiness.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, feeling a little flushed. He leans his shoulder against the door. “Like what?” “Like …” I drop my gaze. “Intimately.” “I don’t know how else to look at you.” I nervously rub my arm. “I feel like you’re silently asking for something I can’t give you. I feel like you need intimacy.” “Frankie, I don’t have to touch you to be intimate. Because I remember what it felt like to hold you in my arms, to kiss you … to be intimate with you. So, every look is intimate. It’s personal. It’s me … loving you from near or far.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Make love to me. No one’s ever done that.” He takes a moment. I’ll happily give him forever if that’s how long it takes him to let go. He pushes into me and stills. Our foreheads meet while he wraps me in his protective arms. “Fuck …” I grin. There’s the man I love. He pulls partway out and, just as slowly, thrusts back into me. We find a rhythm. We find each other. We find now, lose yesterday, and hold on for tomorrow.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“I’m just a girl who loves a boy. I’m just a girl who wants the boy to see the best of me. If I truly loved him, I would give him everything. If he truly loved me, he would never ask for everything. We are at an impasse. Staring at the ceiling, I wipe my eyes and will away any new tears. “I don’t want that kind of love.” I look at him and want to erase that indissoluble, forlorn expression on his handsome face. “I need to see where you end, and I begin. If loving you means surrendering everything that makes me who I am, I will always fall short.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“I had the chance to do better, to be better. But I wasn’t. And I will live with the consequences of my actions for the rest of my life. But I’m okay with that because life is precious. Everyone has something to give and to gain. Every mistake is an opportunity—a chance to be humbled, to learn, to grow, to make amends, to do better.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“He rests his hand on my hip. “Do you love me?” A tear slips out, and gravity carries it to the pillow. “Is it okay if I do?” His hand skims up my body from my hip to my face, and he doesn’t say a word, but he smiles. And a train of more tears follows that first one.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Love is a fickle emotion, especially choosing to love someone who is not family. It’s the kind of love that feels like a real choice. Jackson didn’t miss Frankie’s words. I love you.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“I can’t let you go because I don’t want to let you go. Sometimes, I am Baines. And sometimes I am Alisdair. And your stubbornness is most certainly Ada. I can’t stop thinking about you. And I can’t let you go. My feelings are far from pure, and they’re undoubtedly irrational. So that makes it my job to protect you … to save you. So here we are in a place I swore I would never be again.” He holds his hands to his sides in surrender for a few seconds before letting them drop. A white flag.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Adeline …” he whispers. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Not fair. Again, he kisses me. “A goddamn queen,” he murmurs along my jaw to my ear.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“I did something awful.” Frankie opens the door. “And it felt good.” She turns ninety degrees, head bowed. “I waited for the wave of guilt and regret. It never came,” she murmurs. “That’s too bad.” Her gaze flits to his. Jackson pushes off the back of the sofa. “Guilt and regret are vital to being a kind person. They’re good for your conscience. Keeps everything in check. Sleep on it. And if you feel awful by morning, celebrate having a soul.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“He’s experienced love, lust, hate, passion, revenge, and countless inconsequential, forgettable encounters. But never has he looked at a woman and felt so intimidated. Watching Frankie play the piano feels like an out-of-body experience. A transcendence to another life. It’s the first time he’s felt like a student unworthy of being in the presence of someone so gifted.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Take off your clothes before you play for me.” Frankie turns, resting her chin against her shoulder. “Is that your kink?” “I’m too fucking old for kink. I simply know what I like.” She removes her top and shorts, depositing them on the floor by the piano bench. “And you like watching me play the piano naked?” Jackson leans against the back of the sofa and crosses his arms. “We’re about to find out.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“How can he tell Frankie that what she’s doing is wrong when he’s taken so many lives? Hurt so many people. Committed unforgivable acts. He’s the fucking king of revenge.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Have you ever done something so morally gray that you know you’ll never be the same? You know that selling your soul is not just a saying but a real possibility?” “Yes,” he says without hesitation.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Molly Sanford’s busy schedule would break the most dedicated Marine. I don’t know how she does it. Coffee. Blowing Colin in his pickup before baseball practice. And now … a mani-pedi.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Get rid of the D minor chords. They're too melancholy. Stop lamenting. And maybe you’re the one who needs to go home.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“We are, but my husband said the best thing to do while you’re waiting to die is to live. He had a good life.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her
“Love is so fucking crippling. It’s a minefield—a bunch of … potholes waiting to make you stumble. And when the source of that love dies, you’re left in the dark—lost and confused—until someone takes your hand and shows you the way out. Until you find a new light.”
Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her