Life
works in mysterious ways.
Four
years ago I became known as the girl with cancer.
I refuse to cry.
And
I refuse to give in.
A
relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now, but one
night with Parker changes everything. He is persistent, and he knows what he
wants. Me.
He
doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.
But
he doesn’t know, and I’m not ready to tell him.
What
if it changes everything?
Tragedy
found me when I was seventeen.
Love
found me when I was twenty-one.
My
name is Aundrea McCall, and this is my journey.
Book Title: What’s Left of Me
Author: Amanda Maxlyn
Release date: December 13, 2013
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18480026-what-s-left-of-me
Cover Designer: Mae I Design and Photography
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GIVEAWAY
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TEASER
I’m grateful when I reach the door to the ladies room that there
isn’t anyone around. I reach for the handle when I hear from behind me, “Not
going to use the men’s room again?” I know that sexy voice. It’s the same one
as earlier this evening in this same area.
With my heart picking up pace, I turn around smiling sweetly, “No,
I’m going to sit down and pee this time.” My smile spreads a little wider and I
say a silent thanks to sweet baby Jesus for letting me find my voice this time.
He doesn’t respond. He just steps closer to me with the corner of
his lips spreading upward.
I don’t breathe.
I can’t breathe. Not when he is this close.
God he smells amazing. Like a mixture of spice and mint. Maybe a
hint of beer too. It's the type of scent that would awaken a primal desire
within any female, and good God do I feel awakened.
“You ran off before I could thank you for the dance earlier.” No,
thank you. His voice is a faint whisper and his face is now so close that
our noses are almost touching. I glance down at his very attractive red lips
just as the corners of his mouth move up into the most beautiful smile. Shit.
He knows I’m looking at his lips.
I’m transfixed by him. In this very moment, I would do whatever he
said or answer to any name he called; even if it was one of those fluffy names
like baby or princess. All I can think about is the desire flowing through my
body for those lips to be on mine. I would take him in this hallway. There I
said it. Or, did I think it?
Do something.
Anything!
I look back at his lips.
I lick my own.
I can’t think about anything but wanting to feel his lips against
mine. All thoughts go out the window of me not being able to pick up a man at a
bar. I don’t care, but I will say any cheesy pick up line if it means I get to
go home with him.
I know he’s watching me. He has to be thinking about my lips too
because just then his tongue comes out licking his own. I try to think of
something else to do, but nothing comes to mind. I feel him close the distance
between us. He puts a finger under my chin for the second time tonight lifting
my face so I’m looking right into his eyes. Without taking his eyes off mine he
speaks in a quiet, low, raspy whisper, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Without waiting for my permission, his lips crash down against
mine. He takes my top lip into his mouth tugging ever so gently. I let out a
soft moan as his tongue lightly traces my lips- tasting me. I can smell the
fresh mint and beer off his breath and all I can think about is tasting it. I grab
his neck brining him closer -opening my mouth- inviting him in. He groans as I
wrap my arms around his neck running my hands through his hair.
Shit, if I die tomorrow, I can die a happy woman knowing this was
my last kiss.
His tongue enters my mouth and I meet it with my own. He reaches
down to lift me up and I let him. I wrap my legs around his waist just as he
slams my back against the wall in the corner of the hallway. There’s a rush of
pain that shoots down my legs causing me to cry out. He must take that as a cry
of pleasure because he kisses me harder.
I feel my dress rise all the way to my waist exposing myself for
anyone that walks by. My head falls back against the wall and he immediately
starts kissing down my chin to my neck, then up to my earlobe bringing it into
his mouth biting down. “Do you want to get out of here?” He whispers so softly
into my ear I almost don’t think I hear him correctly. When he asks me again I
just nod in agreement. Afraid if I were to say anything it wouldn’t be yes, and
I really want it to be yes.
Setting me down, he runs his hands over my
dress laying it back into place, then grabs my hand and starts speed walking
away heading towards the red exit sign.
What’s Left of Me. Copyright 2013. Amanda
Maxlyn. Unedited and Subject to Change.
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