Synopsis
Annie Mae Dalton’s professional life is pretty sweet. Her
bakery, Sweet Things, is doing really well. Her personal life has been almost
non-existent. Until now. What happens when not one but three men from her past
come storming in at the same time?
FBI Agent Marcus Anders and Atlanta PD Detective Scott O’Malley are on the hunt for a kidnapper that takes them both back to their hometown of Clarksville, Georgia and to the girl of their high school dreams: Annie Dalton.
Biker Mitch Rodriquez has been Annie’s on again off again lover for the past 15 years. He is also the half -brother of Marcus Anders. In trying to protect Annie, he inadvertently brings danger into her life.
Passions are ignited, secrets unravel, trusts are broken, and lives are changed forever.
FBI Agent Marcus Anders and Atlanta PD Detective Scott O’Malley are on the hunt for a kidnapper that takes them both back to their hometown of Clarksville, Georgia and to the girl of their high school dreams: Annie Dalton.
Biker Mitch Rodriquez has been Annie’s on again off again lover for the past 15 years. He is also the half -brother of Marcus Anders. In trying to protect Annie, he inadvertently brings danger into her life.
Passions are ignited, secrets unravel, trusts are broken, and lives are changed forever.
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Excerpts
Excerpt #1
As she was stirring the green beans, the doorbell rang. A
lump formed in her throat but she quickly squashed it. This was Marcus. Just
Marcus. Instead of going to the door, she yelled for him to come on in.
She knew the moment he
was in the kitchen, she could smell him. That manly smell she had noticed the
last time they were together. It was a mixture of Aqua di Gio cologne and
Marcus. All man. She turned to look at him and her breath caught. He was still
in his suit from work. Damn he must have those suits specially made. There’s no
way that came off a rack. He was holding a bottle of wine and a bouquet of
wildflowers. She whispered, “You remembered.”
He stepped even closer
and presented the flowers to her. “I remember everything about you Dollface.”
Annie took the flowers and immediately turned away and headed to the pantry to
get a vase.
“Well thank you. And
you can put the wine in the freezer for now, if you want it chilled.”
Marcus did just that.
Then he leaned up against the counter, as he had done countless times in the
past, just watching. Annie felt his eyes on her as she moved around the
kitchen, stirring this, tasting that, trimming the flowers, putting them in a
vase, then onto the middle of the table.
She glanced at him only
to notice him sniffing the air. Laughing she asked him, “Did you turn into a
werewolf and not tell me? What are you sniffing?”
Grinning at her, “I
smell country fried steak, don’t I? You remembered too.”
Annie nodded, “Yeah, I
wasn’t sure if you still ate the good stuff though, with all that muscle you’re
packing now, you probably only eat grilled meat and raw veggies.” She smirked
at him while taking a couple of beers out of the fridge.
“Smartass, I eat my
veggies steamed.” He laughed at her while taking the offered beer.
“I don’t want to ruin
your appetite, but supper needs to simmer just a few more minutes. Can we sit
down and talk?”
“We can do whatever you
want.”
Adult Excerpt
Mitch leaned down, put a shoulder to Annie’s stomach
and lifted her over his shoulder. He could feel her laughter and the sting of
her hand as she smacked his ass. She didn’t struggle against him, this was
their game. He walked straight to her bedroom, one he’d shared with her many
nights, and tossed her on her bed. He immediately began stripping out of his
clothes, not wanting to waste any time getting in her pussy.
“Clothes, Sweetness.” He didn’t have to tell her
twice. Annie was always compliant to his demands in the bedroom. Over the years
some of his demands had been kinkier than others but Annie had always met him
head on, playfully, lustfully, passionately. Tonight wasn’t any different.
Mitch stood at the side of the bed, stroking his
cock, watching as Annie knelt on the bed, removing all of her clothes except
for her lace thong. Having that small barrier between them drove him crazy and
she knew it, but that was her play, every time. He watched her lick her lips as
she watched him sliding his hand up and down his long shaft. He waited while
she slid her hands up and cupped her breasts. He waited longer while she
reached one hand down and cupped her mound.
He didn’t wait any longer when he heard the moan
deep in her throat. Leaning into her body with his, they both went down on to
the bed, Annie on her back, Mitch on her front. He didn’t have to tell her to
spread her legs, they automatically opened for him. He lowered himself so his
face was next to her pussy. He let his teeth graze over the lace material,
licking her through the thin barrier.
As soon as Annie pressed her back into the mattress
and bucked up into his face, he reached down and ripped the thong. That was his
play. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Mitch began his assault on her.
As he was coming down from his Annie induced high,
he slowed his pace. His cock was still semi-hard so he used it to feel. To
slowly stroke the inside of the most beautiful woman he had ever met. In. Out.
In. Out. Oh. So. Slow. Torture was what this was but it was also something he
desperately needed. To look, to feel, to remember this moment in time. Softy
brushing her hair out of her face, he leaned over and with barely a breath
between them, touched his lips to hers. Closing his eyes, Mitch Rodriguez
breathed in the breath of the woman he loved. The breath he would take with him
forever.
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Meet Faith Gibson
Faith Gibson lives just outside
Nashville TN with her husband and 4-legged children. She is waiting on
her 2-legged children to give her grandbabies. When Faith isn't writing she
is reading or riding her Harley. Faith has been writing since high school
but just took the chance on putting her works out there. Writing, whether
poetry, songs, or fiction is a great release for her.
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