Georgiana Regina Lucille
Fletcher, Gigi to those who know and love her, is a romance author who doesn’t
believe true and lasting love exists. She knows of some rare cases that buck
the convention, but they are the exception to the rule. Then she meets a man
who goes above and beyond to see to her health and happiness. Maybe she was
wrong.
Michael Burnett had only
one job, ensure the bride married her man, and there were no complications.
Simple enough in principle. Only it wasn’t the bride being targeted, but a
feisty redhead who stole his heart from moment one of meeting her.
Close quarters during a
nasty storm help form the bonds between them. But when he ships back out
overseas for the remainder of his tour, what Gigi feels for Michael grows
beyond anything she can describe. Now all she has to do is survive the attempts
on her life and find her own fairytale ending.
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STORY EXCERPT
Gigi stood in the lineup
there in the front of the sham of a wedding. She shifted slightly because the
dress she was in was beyond uncomfortable. It was stiff and so ugly that she
could just scream. Gigi was a redhead with very pale skin and the dress was
fire engine red as well. It was very unflattering, and a shock to be in
honestly.
She tried to recall just
how she had been trapped into being a bridesmaid, and then laid it at the feet
of the hunky man that she had bumped into while trying to escape her aunt and
mother’s machinations on trapping her into being a bridesmaid since the one who
was supposed to do it ran off with Ralph, her mother’s boyfriend.
That thought had Gigi
giggling, her eyes turning, and seeing her mother with red-rimmed eyes. Yes she
was sad for her mother, but she was also doing a fist-pump mentally because her
mother finally got what she deserved.
That fast though Gigi
stopped giggling and sighed. Crap, she hated this. She hated weddings. She
thought that marriage and real love were fictional memes that were
only created so that people like her could write and make money from those that
read the drivel they put out.
She looked over the people
in the crowd and her gaze landed on the reason she was standing in front of
these people in the hideous red dress she was in. He was, well, he was
spectacular. He was also a service man and good lord, he was drop dead
gorgeous. His body was one that would make the gods weep in envy, but it was
his eyes that danced with laughter and goodwill that made her nearly melt at
his feet like all the other women did.
She tried to look away, but
she couldn’t find it in herself to do so. Lordy, but she wanted to see if his
body was as perfect under the dress BDUs as it looked like it would be. The
fact that her father seemed to know him, as well as her godfather, well that
was something else altogether.
Taking a deep breath she
forced herself to break the connection that seemed to form with the
too-handsome Marine, Master Sergeant if she wasn’t mistaken, and back to the
rest of the wedding party. God, she hated this.
She licked her lips and
cringed. She forgot that she had on some nasty-ass lipstick that had a glaze of
glitter on top of it until she licked her lips, that was.
Once more, she forced
herself to focus on anything but the here-and-now. She needed to get off the
island. A wedding getaway, her mom told her a week on an island without cars or
internet was just what she needed. Gigi snorted. Yeah
right. She had a
deadline and needed to meet it. Instead she was on the flipping island for
another five stupid days.
She looked around and saw
that everyone was shifting and beginning to whisper. She wondered where the
hell Sandy was,
and then realized it was just her and her drama-rama ways. She was pranking
everyone the way that she had pranked Gigi last night.
Right, note to self, Gigi thought, need to make sure to get the letters and dead
flowers that were sent to her into the trash before anyone else saw them and
thought that I was trying to rain on Sandy’s
parade. Yeah right. She
knew that the disgusting things had come from her cousin. The woman hated that
Gigi had her own career and turned her back on the family money and instead
forged her own way in the world.
Nope, she needed to dispose
of all of that and then she needed to go down to the dock and talk to the
locals to see if she could possibly get one of them to get her off that bloody
island before she killed someone.
When the wedding waltz
started, all eyes turned to Sandy,
thank god, and the bride started down the aisle. About damn time, too, in her
mind.
ADULT EXCERPT
“The only word I’m going to
say is get naked, Master Sergeant.” She tugged her robe off, standing before
him with just the towel around her hair since she let the one around her body
drop too. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but when he just stood there, she did
shift from foot to foot and lifted a hand to cover her middle. “Was that too
much too fast?”
“Hell no.” He breathed out
on a groan. “Damn woman, you are gorgeous.” Michael stood there a moment longer
before he shook his head and blinked. Bending, he worked at his boots, kicking
them off as he tore his shirt over his head. Next, he got rid of his pants and
socks. Straightening, he gave her the same chance to stare at him as he’d taken
with her.
Gigi approached him slowly
and reached out to touch him. Her fingers brushed the vee shape of muscles that
went down his front, and she lost more than half her brain cells as she touched
him. “Goodness. I don’t know what this muscle here is called.” She looked up at
him and stepped impossibly closer. “But I swear it makes me forget everything
that’s happening.” Licking her lips, she waited, needing and wanting more.
“Kiss me again?” She asked and let her hands drift down so that they lightly
brushed the girth of his erection and then wrapped her hands around the heated
length of him. “God I’ve wondered all this time just how you looked and now I
want to taste you.” She licked her lips and looked down at him. She wanted to
lick him, suck him, god she wanted everything.
Groaning, he swayed closer
to her, then away slightly. “You talk a lot when you’re nervous,” he said
softly. Leaning his head in, he kissed her, backing her toward the bed slowly,
and nibbled on her mouth. “Later, you can do anything you want, but right now I
need you.” He stopped and muttered out a curse. “Condoms,” he mumbled, his brow
furrowing in thought.
“Have an IUD. I had it put
in the moment I came back because I knew that I needed and wanted to be with
you. I wanted to be with you skin-to-skin.” Her hands moved over his chest and
she turned and looked up at him. “I have nothing. I’ve been tested for
everything under the sun because of cutting the guy on the island and whatnot.”
She just wanted to be skin-to-skin with him now and for as long as he would
keep her.
“Well you know I haven’t
been with anyone,” he said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you. Had to, no way I
could be with anyone else after meeting you. You sure?” he asked softly.
Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers slowly down her cheek. Michael stepped
in closer to her, his skin brushing to hers with every breath they each took.
“God yes, I’m sure.” She
couldn’t be more certain of anything at all, even if she tried. “Please.” She
let her fingers brush over his skin and leaned up on her toes. “So no more
talking.” She reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him with the need
and want she had for the last year.
His hands cupped her ass
and lifted her from her feet. The brush of her comforter over her skin was
cool. Slowly he eased his weight down over her, pressing her deeper into the
mattress as he continued to kiss her. He let out a low moan that slid into her
mouth, his chest vibrating against hers.
Her heels wrapped around
his ass and tugged him closer. “No more teasing, no more thinking. I need you
inside of me. Now.” She knew that was crazy, but it was the truth. She needed
to have him loving her right now.
Licking his lips, he stared
down at her. One of his hands slid between them and down to cup her pussy. His
eyelids drifted shut as he slid a finger between her folds, spreading her
juices around. “God damn, you are so wet for me, honey. Later, later I want a
taste of you. Only when I know I’ll fully enjoy it.”
“Only if you let me do the
same.” She lifted slightly, pushing herself against him as she did so. “God I
love the way that you feel. Please, more.” She loved the fullness, the way that
he would curl his finger and brush that sensitive spot inside of her. She loved
all of it. “More.” It was a demand, pure and simple.
“Need to be inside of you,
now,” he said. Withdrawing his finger, he lifted her leg up and out. Rocking
his hips, he rubbed his cock through her folds. In a slow slide of flesh, he
pressed into her pussy and filled her.
Gigi’s head arched back and
she shuddered. Holy hell, that felt amazing. Her nails bit into his shoulders
and she tugged him closer, her legs wrapping around his hips and lifting
herself up so that she could meet him thrust for thrust. “So good,” she moaned
with a sob of pure pleasure. She had known that they would be perfect together,
now they were and she was happier than she could ever express.
“Look at me, honey,” he
said. Each thrust jolted her against the bedding as they found their rhythm
together. Over and over, he pushed deep into her slick pussy. His fingers
squeezed on her thigh. “Let me see you, Gina. Look at me so I can see
everything.”
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