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To McKenzie, Drew became her salvation. He had a way of
understanding her when no one else could. The closer they became, the more
McKenzie found herself falling in love with Drew. He was everything she ever
dreamed of in a man, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly alive.
There was only one problem. Drew was dating Olivia.
With the help of fate and circumstance, Drew and McKenzie
journey down a path of unrequited love and denied feelings. In the end, they
must make a choice between their hearts or their consciences. In this one
decision they discover that there’s always a glimmer of truth to a lie, that
there’s a fine line between love and friendship, and sometimes you have to risk
everything to gain everything.
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He leaned forward on his hands, one knee placed on the sofa into a near
crouching position. His back arched
high, lifting his t-shirt up to expose his succulent muscled stomach as he
moved toward me. “Andy, whatever you’re
thinking, stop thinking it,” I warned him, scooting away from him.
“What are you afraid of, Mickie?”
He dropped his flip-flops onto the floor, his eyes wild and
playful. He inched forward, placing both
knees on the couch. I pushed myself up
against the arm of the sofa, holding my knees to my chest.
“Really, Andy, stop it now,” I screeched in a high pitch shrill.
Drew lunged for me, catching me by the leg. Dragging me underneath him, he pressed his
body against mine, holding me in place.
I flattened my hands against his shoulders pushing him as hard as I
could, breathless by the amount of weight he was enforcing on me. Without warning his fingers made contact with
my sides. I squirmed against his
ministrations as he started to tickle me.
“Andy…no…stop…please,” my words came out as mere breaths.
Drew encircled my legs with his, holding them to the surface of the
cushions. With one hand he tied my hands
above my head while his other continued to torture my ribs. I was his prisoner; unable to disentangle
myself from his prowess.
“I never lose, and if I somehow do, I always get my justice,” he
whispered huskily in my ear.
I wiggled and squirmed, squealing in laughter. With each movement of my body my shirt would
rise, but so would his. Our bare skin
pressed against each other as perspiration began to build. Electricity crackled around the room. Our breathing became heavier and deeper. His hand reached between my knees, tickling
inside my leg. I bucked and kicked in
efforts to escape his relentless torture.
“Andy, please,” I pleaded.
The atmosphere in the room shifted.
What was playful banter had changed into heady desire. He released my hands, and brushed my hair
back from my face.
Every nerve in my body felt where our skin met. My hands slipped between us, pressing against
his sculpted chest. His heart raced
against my fingertips.
His hand slid over my hip leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “Mickie,” he whispered my name like a sincere
prayer.
A deep moan escaped my lungs as his fingers glided over my rib
cage. The thin fabric of my tank top
wasn’t enough to eliminate the heat of his hand from penetrating my burning
skin.
His eyes fluttered closed. A
throaty groan rumbled from his chest.
His thumb breezed along the curve of my breast. I shivered in excitement. The pressure of his weight burrowed down on
me.
Every ripple of his stomach, the firmness of his arms, the muscles in
his legs, they all encompassed me. His
eyes open and a tender smile caressed his lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
I was intoxicated with the smell of his breath washing over my
face. I closed my eyes in anticipation
of our lips touching. His hand reached
up and cupped the side of my face. His
fingers crowned the back of my head, pulling me closer to him.
I could feel the effects of his kiss even before his lips touched mine.
Author Bio:
Jeanne McDonald began telling stories at the ripe young age of five, when her
mother considered the truth to be a lie thanks to her extensive embellishment
to the retelling of an event. She wrote
her first short story when she was twelve years old, and at the age of sixteen
she tried her hand at poetry. She
reconnected with her love for writing in 2010 thanks to the encouragement of a
dear friend.
Her passions include a “mild” Starbucks addiction, music,
quotes, movies, and romance. When she is
not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, chatting
with her friends or diligently working toward her bachelors degree in Speech
Pathology and Audiology. A proud Texan,
she currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.
Author site: http://www.jeannemcdonald.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JeanneMcDonald
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Thank you so much for being apart of the blog tour. You rock! I think that sums it up the best. ;-) This has been such a wonderful experience, and I can't wait to do the spotlight in February. <3 ~Jeanne
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome!! I am also excited for your spot light :) Can't wait!
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