When your past threatens to destroy your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?
Cassidy Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy. The last thing she's looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.
James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it. As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he's built and done for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.
Will they discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?
Excerpt
“Cassidy, I’d like to take you to dinner.” I choke on my cappuccino and start coughing uncontrollably. He stands up and comes back with a bottle of water. He hands me the water as I’m getting my bearings back. “Is it that shocking that I’d ask you to dinner?”
I’m a little dumbstruck. “Um, well, I just, I…”
He sits down next to me, places the bottle of water he just gave me on the table and takes my hands in his. “Cassidy, I know you felt it all those months ago. I felt it too and I still do. A day hasn’t passed that you haven’t crossed my mind. There’s something here,” he motions between our bodies.
I’m looking at our hands and it’s there; the electricity. I look up at him and a shudder has me rolling my shoulders, my heart starts racing and I clench my thighs together trying to subdue the throb between them. Before I can say a word he’s leaning in and tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear. He cups my face and gently touches my lips with his own.
How many times have I fantasized about this very moment? A million, at least. I accept his kiss knowing that if Cecily finds out I’ll probably get canned. Both of his hands are on my face now. His lips are gentle and feel better than I ever dreamed. I mold my lips to his and inhale his sweet breath. His tongue gently runs across my upper lip. I slide closer to him and place my hands on his lapels. Our tongues begin a torrid dance that has my entire body standing at attention. It’s a kiss I’ll never forget and one I never want to end.
I work my hands up his neck and to the tie holding his hair and can’t resist removing it. I’ve been dying to run my hands through his hair since that first night I saw him. He encourages me with a groan and starts kissing my jaw and works his way back to my ear.
“James…we should stop,” but my actions betray my words as I drag his mouth back to mine.
“Shut up, Cassidy.”
Before I know it he pulls me into his lap. I’m not sure how he managed it. His hand is on my hip and I can feel his erection straining against my thigh. I feel my own hair fall from its tie, and he’s tugging on it gently. It feels wonderful and I’m moaning into his mouth. I’m barely aware of my phone ringing. I slowly pull my face away from his. “Shit. I have to get that.”
“Cassidy, let it ring.”
“It could be Cecily,” I plead as I try to slide off his lap. I echo his groan of disapproval. I remain on his lap and strain to grab my phone. I look at the number and I don’t recognize it. I send it to voicemail. “I don’t know the number. If it’s important they’ll leave a message.”
I toss the phone down on the couch beside us. I feel his arms tighten around me. I need to get closer to him so I reposition myself. I straddle his lap as his mouth assaults mine. I help him out of his jacket as he starts fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. He rolls his hips and hits my core just right and my stomach drops. I moan into his mouth and pull his shirt out of his pants.
“You like that,” he whispers in my mouth as he continues rolling and grinding his hips into me. I’m clinging to him now and sucking his ear. “You’re making me wild Cassidy.”
“Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this, of you for so long.”
“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry.” We’ve been caught in the act.
Red-handed.
I jump off his lap and he’s up almost as quick and is shielding me with his body. I peek around his shoulder and see Lena and a security guard standing in the doorway.
I’m a little dumbstruck. “Um, well, I just, I…”
He sits down next to me, places the bottle of water he just gave me on the table and takes my hands in his. “Cassidy, I know you felt it all those months ago. I felt it too and I still do. A day hasn’t passed that you haven’t crossed my mind. There’s something here,” he motions between our bodies.
I’m looking at our hands and it’s there; the electricity. I look up at him and a shudder has me rolling my shoulders, my heart starts racing and I clench my thighs together trying to subdue the throb between them. Before I can say a word he’s leaning in and tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear. He cups my face and gently touches my lips with his own.
How many times have I fantasized about this very moment? A million, at least. I accept his kiss knowing that if Cecily finds out I’ll probably get canned. Both of his hands are on my face now. His lips are gentle and feel better than I ever dreamed. I mold my lips to his and inhale his sweet breath. His tongue gently runs across my upper lip. I slide closer to him and place my hands on his lapels. Our tongues begin a torrid dance that has my entire body standing at attention. It’s a kiss I’ll never forget and one I never want to end.
I work my hands up his neck and to the tie holding his hair and can’t resist removing it. I’ve been dying to run my hands through his hair since that first night I saw him. He encourages me with a groan and starts kissing my jaw and works his way back to my ear.
“James…we should stop,” but my actions betray my words as I drag his mouth back to mine.
“Shut up, Cassidy.”
Before I know it he pulls me into his lap. I’m not sure how he managed it. His hand is on my hip and I can feel his erection straining against my thigh. I feel my own hair fall from its tie, and he’s tugging on it gently. It feels wonderful and I’m moaning into his mouth. I’m barely aware of my phone ringing. I slowly pull my face away from his. “Shit. I have to get that.”
“Cassidy, let it ring.”
“It could be Cecily,” I plead as I try to slide off his lap. I echo his groan of disapproval. I remain on his lap and strain to grab my phone. I look at the number and I don’t recognize it. I send it to voicemail. “I don’t know the number. If it’s important they’ll leave a message.”
I toss the phone down on the couch beside us. I feel his arms tighten around me. I need to get closer to him so I reposition myself. I straddle his lap as his mouth assaults mine. I help him out of his jacket as he starts fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. He rolls his hips and hits my core just right and my stomach drops. I moan into his mouth and pull his shirt out of his pants.
“You like that,” he whispers in my mouth as he continues rolling and grinding his hips into me. I’m clinging to him now and sucking his ear. “You’re making me wild Cassidy.”
“Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this, of you for so long.”
“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry.” We’ve been caught in the act.
Red-handed.
I jump off his lap and he’s up almost as quick and is shielding me with his body. I peek around his shoulder and see Lena and a security guard standing in the doorway.
I’m a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for nine years and reside in Highland, Michigan.
I've dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.
When I'm not volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I'm writing!
I love music and believe that books and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!
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