Sexy Outfit to Excite
Executives’ Wives’ Club series
Four women…
One fatal car wreck…
Everyone’s lives changed…
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer–find a new husband to be the father of her kids.
Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?
Brie stood on the stoop, smiling at him. “Hey, I thought you might be ready for a break.”
Was he dreaming? Confused, nothing registered. Then he noticed the absence of the kids. He stepped outside to stare through the windshield, into the interior of the van. “Where’re the kids?”
He winced inwardly. So much for his wild imaginings of a few minutes ago! Brie’s here, and I’m asking about the kids.
His wife edged around him and offered over her shoulder. “They’re home with Lula.”
His gaze followed her and immediately zeroed in on her black high-heeled boots. Leather laces ran provocatively up the back of her leg. Where was she heading?
Laying her purse on the breakfast nook table, she glanced back. A shy, almost hesitant smile curved her lips. “Am I interrupting?”
Something about her attitude alerted him. He quickly locked the door. “No, I can take a short break. What’s up?”
He shuffled towards her, she edged backwards, away from him.
Again, confused by her actions, he stopped. His stare swept along the front of her black coat to her boots and back up to her face.
What did she want?
A teasing smile played over her lips. She tossed her head, sending her loose, golden hair flowing around her shoulders. She dropped her hands to the belt of her coat and untied the knot. “Well, seeing as it’s a holiday, I thought we might spend a little quality time together.”
“Sure thing. Seeing as Lula has the kids at home, why don’t I take you out to lunch?” He grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair. “I would offer to fix you something here, but I don’t have any food in the cupboards.”
She didn’t move. Instead, she continued to work the buttons of her coat free.
“Or, if you want, I can run out and bring something back.” He stared, uncertain about what to do. Then he caught sight of a red piece of silk lying deep between her breasts. He narrowed his gaze, his heart beating at an incredible rate in his chest.
What did she have on?
Frozen in place, he waited. His jacket, suspended in his hand, dropped suddenly, along with his jaw.
Standing in the middle of his living room, like an erotic dream, Brie shrugged her shoulders. Her coat slid down her arms, revealing a little, red teddy and those killer boots.
Jason blinked. Could this really be his wife? Dreams do come true.
“I guess you’re not hungry for food.” He wanted to slap his hand against his head for uttering such an inane comment. “I mean…”
“You don’t like it?” Brie sashayed toward him. The height of her heels caused her hips to sway. If she were trying to seduce him, she didn’t need to, because, hot damn, he hit overdrive two seconds ago.
“No, you just caught me unprepared.” He closed the gap between them and clutched her waist. “Never, not in a million years, would I have imagined you ever wearing an outfit like this.”
“Then it’s too much? I know the boots and the teddy don’t match but…uh,” She laid her hands on his biceps, kept him at distance.
His gaze locked on the full swell of her breasts. The rich creaminess of her skin teased him. He licked his parched lips. Aware she was waiting for an answer, he forced his focus upward to the gloss sheen of her lips, the light blush of her cheeks…the uncertainty in her eyes.
“No, you’re beautiful.” He released his grip, indicating with his finger for her to spin around. The view only got better. He tightened his hands into fists, fighting the desire to end the enticing show of her luscious body encased in silk.
His patience hit overload half way thru. He caught her around the waist and drew her against his chest. “God, you are so drop-dead gorgeous, I’m almost afraid to touch you.”
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At a loss for words, all of Jen’s well-thought-out plans flew out the window.
“I, uh.” She stared at him, the golden glow of his hair, the light stubble on his chin, the line of his jaw, the curve of his ears, the incredible shape of his lips.
Yes, she wanted his mouth on hers.
She sighed, and cupped both palms around his face. One taste, one little fortifying kiss, then she’d shed her coat and let him know exactly what she wanted.
Slowly, savoring each inch of the excitement until his mouth met hers, she guided seeking fingers to the nape of his neck and up into his hair. Their lips touched—so soft, the mint flavor of just-brushed teeth, and the hungry taste of mind-blowing sex.
Yeah, his awesome mouth was the reason why she’d gone out after midnight for a late night drive to his door.
Sanity vanished, and she kissed him with all the pent-up desire that had been building over the last six months, the year before Craig died, or maybe a life time of longing for someone to love her for herself. He drove her crazy, pressing forward, when problems held her back. Yet, she couldn’t let him go.
Why?
She didn’t know, didn’t care. All she wanted was to feast on him, his passion, his mouth, the taste of his tongue, the feel of his hands working on the buttons of the wool coat she’d fastened securely against the chill.
With a slide of fabric along the length of her arms, her coat dropped to the floor. Warm hands slipped across her new black teddy. Still, he didn’t appear to notice what she wore as his lips grew hungrier and his arms wrapped tighter, flattening her breasts against his chest.
His mouth broke free and she gasped for breath.
Hagan stroked her back, hips, shoulders—Man, what does she have on? Satin and lace caressed his palms. He edged back to look at the outfit she wore, and almost swallowed his tongue.
Lush creamy skin topped the edge of a black bustier, followed by smooth satin, which hugged a small waist and flared over hips. Below the high-cut bottom the flawless skin of her thighs glowed between taut elastic garters—an extension of the teddy. Dark stockings and stiletto-heels completed the sexy ensemble. Just the sight of her decked out in such an outfit shot fire to his crotch. “I hope you’re planning on spending the night, because there’s no way I’m letting you leave.”
She grinned and shifting out of his arms, did a little turn and then picked the coat up off the floor. She walked to the banister and threw it on the newel post. The thin strap of the teddy, she had on split her butt into two perfect round globes.
His mouth watered and he dashed forward, hot on her trail
The brown hair held at the nape of an elegant neck broke free from its clip as she glanced seductively over one shoulder. “Want to show me around?”
Her words reminded him of his earlier conversation with Brie. A mood killer if there ever was one.
He strolled forward and bent to retrieve the clip from the floor. His gaze caught the red nail polish adorning slender toes, slid up the long line of stocking-covered legs, and stopped dead on the wet spot staining the crotch of her teddy. He drew in a breath and drank in her sexy scent—hot, ready, and within inches of his face.
Enough. He threw the clip into the living room and captured her waist. Straightening, he lifted her against him and those long, sexy legs wrapped gracefully around him. Barely breathing, he mounted the stairs, but couldn’t resist a little teasing. “This is the hall.”
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Excerpt for Summer’s Growth
This book is the first in my Family Tree series.
Spirits, ghosts, love and mayhem…
a ride through the past to find a future
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“I guess I should call the contractor to see how much all this is going to cost, then we can choose which rooms we want to redecorate first.” Mattie considered the difficult task of calling Quincy.
I guess it’s time I face my past.
Tightening her resolve, she pushed away from plate. “Why don’t I call Quincy, the contractor, and find out when he can come over? I also have some other work I need to do. If you don’t mind spending a few hours by yourself, I could get a few things done and then meet up with you later.”
“No worries, I can start selecting the furniture to be moved into storage, or I can work on color schemes.” Amber glanced out the window. “I might even walk around outside. Come to think of it, I haven’t been out of the house all day.”
“Okay, then, if you need me, I’ll be in the study.” Mattie edged away from the table, reluctant to leave.
Giving the girl one last look, Mattie turned and walked through the house to her study. Pictures of Quincy filled her mind. She remembered his sad, puppy-dog, brown eyes, his broad shoulders, and…how he’d paused with regret as he stepped behind the barn.
She sank into her desk chair, recalling the scene, the sounds, the pain of that day so long ago.
“Mattie…” His voice rang through her head, the sad tone revealing his distress.
She’d silenced him by placing her fingers over his lips. “Don’t Quincy. I know what’s on your mind and it’s…okay.”
His eyes softened, yet he still appeared troubled. With tender care, his rough hand circled her slender wrist. He kissed each one of her fingertips and her heart melted again at his caring manner.
She loved him, would always love him, but she couldn’t hurt him. That price, she wouldn’t pay.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Mattie. But I can’t compete. Your aunt needs you more. And well, you’d hate me if I asked you to choose me over her.” Quincy held her hand against his chest, his eyes begging for her understanding. Yet a spark in their depths spoke of another reason.
“It’s not only my aunt, is it?”
His gaze shifted to a space over her left shoulder. “Mattie, I can’t handle the…”
She slid her hand from his grip and placed it on the side of his face. “Don’t worry, Quincy. We each have different paths to follow. Mine is to care for my aunt and Winston Manor. Yours…well—yours is to enjoy your senior year of high school.”
She stroked his smooth shaven cheek one last time, and then with regret, dropped her hand. “We can still be friends.”
He examined her with a long searching look. “I’d like that Mattie.”
Soon after, he’d left with the excuse he had to help his father at a construction site. Mattie remembered accepting the lie, knowing it for what it was. His father didn’t work on Sunday. Quincy just wanted to escape.
Over the years, Mattie hoped she’d been a friend. When he’d gotten married, had a child, and even after his wife died, she’d sent a card or note, sending best wishes or condolences, whichever applied.
However, that beautiful spring day was the last time she’d actually spoken to him. If the house needed any work, she’d let Martin contact Quincy with the request for repairs. When he arrived, she was always gone so he wouldn’t have to deal with her.
With the receiver heavy in her hand, she dialed his number for his father’s company from memory.
After two rings, his voice rang through the phone. “Miller and Sons Construction, this is Quincy.”
The deep masculine voice sent long forgotten desire tingling down her spine. “Yes…ah…Quincy, Mattie Winston here.”
“Yes, Mattie. How are you?”
Gripping the receiver firmly, she fought the image of him whispering in her ear, his lips kissing her hair.
“I’m fine. I was wondering if you could find some time to come by the house.” She rushed on quickly to state her request. “A friend of mine is helping me remodel and we want an estimate on how much the project will cost.”
“What are you thinking about doing?” He sounded distracted, his voice vague.
She covered the mouthpiece, drew in a deep breath, and slowed her impatient words. “We’re thinking about a number of changes; perhaps new windows, new carpet, painting some rooms, and even remodeling the kitchen.” She brushed a piece of imaginary lint from her pants. “But right now we’re only hoping to learn about the cost.”
“Wow, you have big plans.”
Mattie heard paper shuffling in the background and waited for him to finish.
“I should be able to come by tomorrow around two, if that works for you?”
Glad to end the conversation, she quickly agreed. “We’ll be here.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” He ended with a quiet good-bye.
Mattie didn’t answer, but slowly forced her hand to set down the receiver. Unsteady and shaking, she reminded herself Amber would handle the project and deal with Quincy.
Tina Gayle’s Excerpt for Summer’s Growth
This book is the first in my Family Tree series.
Spirits, ghosts, love and mayhem…
a ride through the past to find a future
After taking her shower and changing, Amber left her room to explore the rest of the house. She bypassed the staircase leading to the kitchen and stepped to the bedroom door across the hall.Quietly so as not to disturb the dust bunnies dancing in the hall, Amber peeked around the door. The darkness inside required a moment for her eyes to adjust. Heavy antiques lined the walls while ornately framed portraits of long-forgotten relatives traced her movements and followed each step she took. Goose bumps formed on her arms.Thick velvet curtains hid the windows and a thin layer of dust marred the beauty of the wood furniture. The room held a treasure trove of unique items but the crowded and cramped style didn’t resemble her room at all. The difference fed her curiosity about the rest of the house.Amber peeked into each room to gain a better feel for the place. Each one proved to be the same. Stuffed with furniture, no light slipped through the heavy velvet curtains draped over the windows.Thoughts of how to improve each room filled her head with alluring ideas. If she inherited the house, she’d redecorate the entire place.When she reached Mattie’s door, she stopped. She wouldn’t enter Mattie’s room and invade her hostess’ personal space unless invited.She turned and strolled to the back staircase. The sound of someone talking drew her attention and she followed the stairs down to the lower lever.
Mattie sat at a small kitchen table, mumbling to herself. Near the bottom of the spiral staircase, a heat hit Amber.
She stared at red embers. “Wow, what a great place to have a fireplace! It must make coming downstairs for breakfast on a cold winter morning, a special treat.”
“Yes, it does.” Mattie gestured to an empty cup sitting on the table beside a tall decanter. “Would you like a cup of coffee? I believe there’s still some left.”
“Thanks. That’d be great. I hope I didn’t disturb you.” Amber shifted her chair to enjoy the view of burning logs.
“You didn’t bother me. I’ve been sitting here trying to decide how to explain the job of keeper to you.”
Amber added sugar and stirred her coffee. “So what did you come up with?”
Birth by Tina Gayle
Blurb
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie
doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband
and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up
with the answer–find a new husband to be the father of her kids.
Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he
accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the
future?
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Jason walked down the hall, turned the corner, and paused in the doorway of his friend’s office. “Hey, Hagan, you got a minute.”
Hagan looked up from the papers on his desk and pushed back his chair. “Yes, I’m glad you stopped by. Jen is talking about remodeling the master bathroom in our new house. We were hoping you could do the work.”
“Are you planning on living in this house for more than a few months?”
Hagan smiled, unmoved by the jab. “Yes, now that I’ve rented mine, and Jen has sold hers.”
“Great, let me know when you’re ready to get started.” Jason cupped his hand around the cold metal of the doorknob. “Is it okay if I close this?”
“Sure.” Hagan raised an eyebrow and indicated Jason should take a seat.
After closing the door, Jason settled into one of the chairs, his gaze landing on his friend’s handsome face. Hagan’s muscular build, strawberry-blonde hair and hazel eyes had turned many ladies’ heads back when they had worked out together at the gym. For a while, back before he started dating Jen, Jason had worried Hagan might even be interested in Brie.
Now, that was no longer a concerned, but how did Jason explain about what happened last night.
“So what’s up?” Hagan pressed.
Jason rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans. His gaze jumped to the oak desk, cream colored walls and back to his friend’s face. Anxiety bubbled through his veins, and his well-laid out speech flew out the window.
He blurted out, “I don’t know how to say this. Hell, I don’t even know how it happened, but last night Brie asked me to marry her.”
“What?” The shocked look almost made Jason laugh, but the reality of the situation held him in check.
“I know. I can’t believe it either, but she did.” Jason shook his head, trying to remember exactly what had happened.
“So what did you say?” Hagan grinned and leaned back in his chair as if this situation were a clever joke.
“What could I say?” Jason, leaning forward, cupped his hands over his knees. “She was upset, crying and yelling at the kids.”
That should have been his first indication she wasn’t acting like herself. “You know her, Hagan, she never yells at anyone. I thought she was just having a bad day.”
He recalled holding her, while she cried and sputtered out incoherent word, but mostly he remember her enticing body next to his. He never considered her problem might be more serious than a lack of sleep. But after her proposal…
“Maybe she was tired?” Hagan’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s what I thought too, so I offered to feed the baby while she rested. Then out of nowhere, she pops out with ‘will you marry me?’ I knew right then she was suffering from more than just fatigue. She’s delusional, depressed, fighting unsuccessfully to hold onto reality. She needs professional help.” Jason searched for proof he’d assessed the situation incorrectly.
Wrinkles formed on Hagan’s brow. He stared at the glass paperweight on his desk. “She’s gone through a lot over the past year; the death of her husband, the pressure to move south, her pregnancy, Isabella’s delivery. It wouldn’t be surprising, if she’s suffering from postpartum depression.”
“So what can we do for her?” Jason didn’t like seeing Brie in agony and hoped Hagan could offer a solution.
“That’s a hard one, if Brie’s not willing to admit there is a problem.”
Great. Dread rolled through Jason’s stomach. Maybe he should’ve called his mom. After all, she was one of Brie’s best friends. What would his mom say about the proposal? Would she be for or against the idea?
“Let me talk to Jen and see what she can do.” Hagan reached for his phone, his hand hovering above the receiver. “Unless of course, you’ve decided marrying her is the best alternative.”
Jason shook his head, unwilling even to consider the possibility. Not when Brie was still in love with her dead husband. “No, call Jen. We both know Allison would never want me as her father.”
“So I guess that means you turned Brie’s proposal down?”
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A Proposal – Excerpt from Birth
Executives’ Wives’ Club series
Four women…
One fatal car wreck…
Everyone’s lives changed…
Blurb for Birth
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer–find a new husband to be the father of her kids.
Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?
“There’s no reason why you can’t get married again.”
Brie groaned, “Hey, right. What man in his right mind would want a ready-made family?”
“I think you’re just tired. How much sleep have you been getting?” Jason walked forward, holding out his hands. “Why don’t you let me take care of Isabella while you lie down and rest?”
Unable to resist, she stood and handed him the baby. “Thanks, Jason, the girl doesn’t want to sleep. She wakes up every two hours and usually stays awake for at least an hour or more.”
Brie waited until Jason had Isabella settled in his arms before she stepped back. A smile fluttered across her daughter’s face. Brie wished he’d hold her in his arms too.
“If you like, you can sit over there in the rocker.” She pointed to the chair wedged in the corner by the head of the bed.
“Thanks. Now why don’t you lie down?”
Brie dragged herself to the other side of the bed and slung back the covers. “Let me know when you get tired. I’ll take over. I know you have to work tomorrow.”
“Right, like you don’t have to get up and take the kids to school.” Jason settled into the rocker. A slight whimper escaped from the baby, he quickly fed the bottle back into her daughter’s mouth.
“Yes, but at least I don’t have to pick them up. I’m in a carpool with another mother down the street.” Brie fluffed her pillow and crawled into bed. The soft cushion of the mattress cupping her body, she melted against the sheets. Peace teased her mind at the luxury of not having to jump up again in two seconds.
“So you’ve been able to get some rest during the day?”
“No, that’s when I try to get everything else done.” Brie reviewed the chores she hadn’t accomplished today. Laundry—half done. Dishwasher—still not unloaded. Formula—damn she only had two bottles left.
“Why? What can’t wait?” Jason’s question made it sound like she didn’t have two other children to take care of.
“Well, there are meals to fix, which reminds me, I have to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow.” She quickly glanced at the night stand to see if there was any paper available. She better make a list.
“Don’t worry about it now. Just try to get some sleep.” The soothing tone of his voice lulling her senses, she closed her eyes.
Visions of Eric floated through her thoughts…him getting up at night, bringing the baby back to her, his help in the evening with the chores, his steady presence when she was too exhausted to go on. “I need a second set of hands.”
An idea popped into her head. The perfect solution. She just needed to get married.
Forcing her eyes open, she rolled to her side and stared at the man holding her daughter. He wasn’t married and didn’t mind her kids. If they could join forces, all would be good.
Excited by the possibility, she sat, the covers falling to her waist. “That’s it. I need a husband.” Lifting her voice, she stared into a pair of sexy brown eyes. “Jason, will you marry me?”
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Bad Date – Excerpt from Revive
Needing to revive her life and jump start her heart, Jennifer Larson is facing the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives’ Club continue to mourn their husbands, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.
But does he love her or her money?
“No, but it doesn’t appear as if Hagan feels the same way about your date as you do.” Brie cocked a brow and nodded approval. “He goes all googly-eyed when he looks at you.”
Jen shook her head, uncertain if Brie had read the signals correctly. Could he still find her attractive after their date last night?
Surely not.
Yet, she couldn’t forget the inviting strength of Hagan’s body lying over hers on the floor. “I wish, but he’s only being kind.”
“Wrong,” Brie whispered and lifted a container of steaming spaghetti sauce. “The man looks hungry, and it’s not for my pasta.” She walked out of the kitchen.
Jen stood, staring after her friend.
Could Brie be right?
Would Hagan ask her out again? And if he did, should she go?
She strayed to the door of the dining room and her gaze narrowed in on Hagan like a homing device. His strawberry blond head bowed low, he sat listening to the constant chatter of his young dining partner.
Jen waited for a moment for him to glance at her. When he didn’t, she searched the table for an open seat.
Why would he want her? She had nothing to offer.
Yes, some men might find her attractive because of the funds she’d received from Craig’s life insurance. However, as a doctor with a successful practice, Hagan didn’t need her money.
“Mrs. Larson, sit by me.” Ethan’s reminder of her married named slashed through her desire to get serious with any man. She nodded and strayed forward. Her marriage to Craig hadn’t been perfect. So why fall into the same old trap with a new guy? Maybe the EWC members’ opinions about dating again were right.
She should’ve waited.
Jen walked around Brie, who sat at the end of the table, and slid into the seat next to Ethan. “Everything looks great, Brie.”
“Thanks. Why don’t we past the salad around this way?” Brie handed the bowl to Jen and glanced around the table as if afraid she’d forgotten something.
“Mr. Cheney, can you please put some spaghetti on my plate.” Allison batted her eyes and offered him a shy smile.
Sitting across the table from them, Jen couldn’t help but notice the young girl’s hand sprayed delicately on his arm, the twinkle in her eyes, and the small smile, which fluttered repeatedly over her lips.
How could anyone resist her youthful charm?
Jen gripped the tongs a little tighter, angry for being jealous of a seven-year-old. She selected a few extra croutons and stared at the green leaves.
A man as sexy as Hagan could have any woman he wanted—one less than half his age. He didn’t need her problems, money, or hang-ups about having kids. He could choose a wife who would gladly give him a horde of kids.
Good for him. She didn’t need a husband she’d only like to have a little fun.
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A Lady with a Plan
Pregnant shopkeeper Jillian Wilson prepares for single parenthood until high-risk security specialist Derrick Harris, the baby’s father, is caught in an explosion that changes everything.
Confused, Derrick returns to the States with amnesia. Jillian believes she has it all a husband, a baby, a perfect life, to bad that her dreams hang on Derrick’s faulty memory and a lie.
Excerpt
“What’s the matter with you?” she asked, setting down their coffees on the counter. “You look flustered. What’s going on?”
Jillian twisted her hands in front of her, trying to hold herself together. “Jason called me this morning. Derek has been hurt.”
The explanation made her think of the pain he must be suffering. “A car exploded, and he was hit by flying debris. He has a concussion. He’s in a hospital in Germany.”
“Wait a second, how did Jason know to call you?” Karen Ann eyed her suspiciously.
“That’s the strange part. Derek is claiming we’re married.” Jillian studied her friend. Could she pull off another lie?
“Married? That’s not what you told me the other night. You said that he left before you got married.”
She couldn’t do it. “I know, but with the blow to the head, his memory is foggy. He can’t remember anything about his last assignment.”
Karen Ann grabbed Jillian’s arm. “What have you done?”
“I told Jason we were married,” she confided tearfully.
“Why?”
She wiped at her tears. “What other choice did I have? He remembers marrying me. He wanted to marry me, he would have married me. I’m the one that got cold feet. I can’t let him down.” She begged for understanding. “You can’t tell anyone the truth.”
Karen Ann picked up her coffee. Jillian waited, uncertain as to how her friend would handle this news. “You know you’re asking for trouble.” She sipped her coffee then set it back down. “But you’re my best friend, so, yes, I’ll keep your secret.”
She sighed with relief and hugged her friend. “You’re the best.”
“I know.” Karen Ann grinned. “So when is your husband due back?”
Jillian drew in a deep breath. “Saturday. I called Michael this morning and told him about Derek. He’s coming down Friday so he can drive me to Dallas the next day. We’ll close the store early on Saturday.”
“Does Michael know about the baby?” Karen Ann leaned against the counter.
“No, I wanted to save some news for when Derek gets home.” Jillian shook her head. “Jason already wants his brother to stay in Dallas to keep us apart. But I know he’ll never go for it.”
Karen Ann’s eyes widened. “Then you want him to come live here with you?”
“Yes. Where else would he live? After all, we’re married,” Jillian reminded her friend, and tried to drill it into her own head.
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Tough Decisions
Susan York faces the biggest decision of her life.
“A baby or college?”
Unmarried and confused, Susan is not looking for a
guy. She only wants to get through her classes without getting sick.
Colt Lefevour needs help with his English Lit homework until he discovers Susan is
pregnant. Hurt from his ex-girlfriend aborting his baby, he wants to be the
father of Susan’s baby, but can he convince her to let him help.
“It just doesn’t make sense to me, Kelly. He’s a smart guy. Why would he need me to help him with the class?” Susan watched the blade of the knife go through the onion. She was glad her job in Kelly and Jason’s household didn’t include cooking. Kelly had insisted she liked the chore. Susan, as the maid, only had to clean up.
“Jason is a smart guy, too. But he can’t spell worth a damn,” Kelly said around the matchstick in her mouth. Susan really didn’t believe the technique kept the tears away.
“Yes, but Jason loves you.” Susan wondered if anyone could not find Kelly loveable. Besides being a beautiful blonde with blue eyes and a killer figure, she was smart. Too bad she…
“Maybe, but when we were teamed up together in the master’s program, he was a royal pain.” Kelly threw the match in the trash. “I think the man went out of his way to find big words to use in our report so he could ask me how to spell them.” She scooped onion pieces off the cutting board and put them into a skillet. “And believe me, he was just like Colt. Jason wanted me to go out with him, and he thought if he pestered me enough, I’d give in.”
“So what should I do?” Susan shifted on the wooden barstool to get more comfortable. The baby rolled over and stretched. The soft pressure against the wall of her abdomen drew her hand to her stomach. “The man is hot. I’ll never be able to resist him.”
“What’s wrong?” Concern rang in Kelly’s voice.
“Nothing, why?” Susan said, confused by the quick shift in topics.
“You had a funny look on your face.” Kelly picked up the green bell pepper and started chopping.
“Oh, the baby is moving.”
“Really?” Kelly’s eyes lit up.
Susan knew how much Kelly wanted to have a baby. It was part of the reason she was living with Kelly and Jason. “Do you want to feel the power of an all-star kicker?”
“Yes.” Kelly put down her knife and walked around the counter.
Her hand must have alerted the baby, because a kick hit Kelly’s palm.
“It must be amazing to feel a little person growing inside you,” Kelly said in awe.
“Usually.” Susan shrugged. “Sometimes, though, it’s more discomfort than amazement. Like at night when the baby wakes me, or during the day when he lays on my bladder. Sometimes I feel like an alien is invading my body, with demands I can’t meet.”
“You know you don’t have to face this alone. Jason and I will help you in any way we can, even if you don’t want to let us adopt your baby.” Kelly placed her hand on Susan’s shoulder. “You know we think of you as part of the family.”
“Yes, but…” Susan didn’t want to go over this again, but she still didn’t know what she should do. “If I keep the baby, how will I be able to go to school and get a degree? And if I let you and Jason adopt it, my parents will never forgive me.”
Susan ran her hand along the edge of the cold granite countertop. “You know my dad. He still refuses to talk to me.”
“He’ll come around.” Kelly walked back into the kitchen. The scent of onions filled the room when she stirred them in the pan. “You have to give him a little time, and try to see it from his point of view. Not only does he feel like he’s losing you, but he thinks he’s losing his grandchild too.”
“But why can’t he see this as a decision I have to make for myself? I want to get an education so I can make a good living, but I can’t if I’m trying to take care of a baby.”
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I’m Sick Over YOU
Susan York faces the biggest decision of her life. “A baby or college?”
Unmarried and confused, Susan is not looking for a guy. She only wants to get through her classes without getting sick.
Colt Lefevour needs help with his English Lit homework until he discovers Susan is pregnant. Hurt from his ex-girlfriend aborting his baby, he wants to be the father of Susan’s baby, but can he convince her to let him help.
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Susan took in his relaxed stance. He stood, leaning back against their professor’s desk. With a strong, athletic body, he looked like good sex wrapped in soft worn jeans. His attitude, almost cocky, seemed to disappear when he smiled. Add in his sandy blond hair and green eyes, and she could easily see why women found him hard to resist. Her breasts tightened with longing. She marveled at the feeling, which had deserted her the last few months. Her stomach, on the other hand, rumbled loudly with distaste.
She’d noticed most of the girls in the class wanted to win his favor. He’d been nice to all, but he still remained unattached, which only added to his appeal.
A quick surge from her abdomen caused Susan to grab her purse. She couldn’t make it to the end of his speech. Bolting from her seat, she sped to the classroom door.
She ran down the hall, bent on getting to the bathroom. After six months of pregnancy, she should be used to getting sick at the drop of a hat.
Once in a bathroom stall, she dropped her purse and allowed her body its release. She gripped the cold, ceramic toilet with her hands to hold herself erect.
She gasped in air after her stomach emptied itself. “I hate this,” she mumbled, flushing the toilet.
Coming out of the stall, her reflection in the mirror hit her in the face. A sigh escaped. She looked awful. She swished back her dark brown hair and turned on the faucet. Cold water stung her face when she splashed it against her skin and rivulets slid down her pasty white cheeks. Her hair hung limply over her shoulders, lifeless and dull. The red lipstick she’d added to her lips this morning to give them color completed the picture…an ugly Gothic queen.
She couldn’t believe the girl in the mirror had been called beautiful only a few weeks ago. But then, the guy only wanted to get laid. He hadn’t known she wasn’t in the market for any man.
The door to the bathroom squeaked opened, and she turned.
“Gosh, Susan, are you all right?” Tracy, a cute blonde from Susan’s class, rushed forward.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Susan pulled paper towels from the dispenser and patted the moisture from her face.
“Well, you should have seen Colt’s face when you went barreling out of class. I thought he was going to take off after you. He just stood there, staring at the door.” Tracy dropped her jaw and opened her eyes wide in a parody of shock.
Tracy laughed at her silly face in the mirror. “Mrs. Murphy had to tell him to continue. Then when class was over, he helped me gather up your stuff.” She dropped Susan’s book bag on the counter with a thud. “The man must really have the hots for you.”
The admiration in Tracy’s eyes didn’t help Susan feel any better. She didn’t welcome his concern. Now, because of it, she’d have to apologize for running out on his speech.
Even worse, she’d have to endure the scent of his cologne again.
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