Wow, The Other Side of Someday by Carey Heywood sounds SOOOOO good! And so hot! I can’t wait to read this, and check out the cover for the next book, Half Truths!
Falling in love? Courtney Grayson has been there, done that.
Men, who needs them? Love wasn’t everything she thought it would be. This time around she’s doing things differently. She hasn’t sworn off men for good, just isn’t interested in settling. Trusting someone with her heart again? Someday, but not today.
Falling in love? Sorry, Clay Bradshaw is not the guy for you.
He’s never been in love and he doesn’t see it happening. Hooking up can be fun, but more often than not, women are a distraction he doesn’t need. He’s a busy man, and doesn’t have time to date, let alone fall in love. Will someone ever change that? There’s always a chance, someday.
Life doesn’t always go as planned, and love may find them both on the other side of someday.
“Clay,” I gasp.
I’ve never seen him without a shirt before. My fingers leading him he rolls to his side, his back to me. I knew he had a couple tattoos. He told me of their existence that day we had lunch in the back of his truck. I haven’t thought of them since. The artwork covering his back is unreal.
“How long did it take to get this?” My fingers trace the monster on his skin.
He shifts further, onto his stomach. He keeps moving until his head is in my lap, his arms circling my waist.
His lips brush across the skin above the top of my slacks. “A long time.”
He’ll have to tell me later I think, stretching my legs out under him. Another button freed, his fingers easing the zipper down as our eyes stay locked on each other. I fall back, my head hitting his pillows, as I lift my hips so he can undress me.
Simple cotton underwear is now the only thing covering me.
I reach for the waistband of his pants, sitting up to kiss the contours of his abs as I unfasten his belt. His hands move to help but I push them away wanting to do this myself. His fingers weave through my hair. He gathers it in one hand, holding my hair back so he can look down at me as I undress him.
Limbs move to assist me and before long his pants land on the floor. He’s on his back, looking down at me. With fingertip caresses, and my lips lingering as I taste his skin I crawl up his body. His eyes widen, holding my gaze, as I brush my cheek up his hard length.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
In an instant, I’m pinned beneath him, his hard length pressed between my legs.
He kisses me hard, pushing against me. I open my legs wider, grinding into him, my fingers fisting his hair.
His eyes are hooded when he breaks our kiss and stares down at me. “I’m going to tear you apart.”
“Do it,” I pant.
Excerpt 2 (You may want to grab BOB for this)
I scroll through my notifications and see a text and a missed call from Clay wanting to see how the meeting with the lawyer went. I return his call as I head back upstairs.
I smile when he answers on the first ring. “Hey.”
I close my door and sink down onto my bed. “Hey.”
“How’d everything go today?”
“I signed the settlement papers. I’m having a hard time processing the amount they offered.”
“I hope in a good way.”
“It’s way more than I was expecting,” I admit.
“That’s great news.”
There’s a pause. “Then why do you sound down?”
I pluck a tissue from its holder on my bedside table, tears prickling my eyes. “Mike was at my house waiting for me when I got home.”
“Ex fiancé Mike?”
“What did he want?”
I press the tissue to my cheek stopping the progression of a tear. “He wants me back.”
“What are you going to do?”
I stand, tightening the belt of my robe. “What do you mean? You can’t think I’d consider taking him back.”
“I’m happy to hear you say that.”
“I’d hate to have to steal you away from him. Besides, I’d like you to come willingly.”
My eyes flick to my closed door. “You would?”
“Courtney, I want you any way I can get you.”
A spark of desire blooms inside my gut. “I want you, too.”
He takes a deep breath. “Tell me what you want, Courtney.”
I shift, pressing my legs together. “That day, in your condo.”
“I didn’t want you to stop.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
“I didn’t want to stop.”
I flick off the light. “What would you have done if you didn’t stop?”
“Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“Are you in bed?”
I wet my lips. “Yes.”
“What are you wearing?”
He groans. “Are you wearing anything under that robe?”
I gulp. “No.”
I hear the rush of air leaving his lungs. “Will you touch yourself if I tell you?”
I hurry across my room and lock my door. “Do you want me to?”
Suddenly shy, I giggle.
“You think I’m funny?”
I cover my face even though he can’t see me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?”
I let out a ragged breath. “Yes.”
“Just imagine your hands are mine. Can you do that?”
“Remember how you were against that window?”
“I wanted you so bad.”
“Imagine my hands under your sweater, that innocent looking sweater. Put your hands on your breasts. God, they felt so good. Rub your nipples.”
I do as he says, imagining myself up against that window. His body is pressed up behind me, his hands caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I moan.
“You like that don’t you? I slide one hand down your body and stroke your clit.”
“Spread your legs, Courtney.” I do as he says, my middle finger teasing my clit.
“Are you wet?”
“So wet,” I gasp.
“Fuck. I slide my hand down further and dip it right into your wetness. Do you like that?”
“I push it deep before I pull it out and rub your wetness all over your clit.”
“Oh, my God.”
“I’m so fucking hard.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask.
“I am. You like that?”
“What do you want me to do with my cock, Courtney?”
“I want you to put it in me.”
“Fuck. All right, I hitch up that sexy-ass skirt you’re wearing and slide your panties down. Your ass is so fucking hot. I pull off your sweater too.”
“Do I move my hands off the window?”
“To get my sweater off?” I pant.”
“No keep your hands on the window.”
“How do I get it off?”
“I rip it off. It’s just gone.”
“I pull your hips back to me and press you hard against the window so your breasts are pressing on the glass. I slide my cock between your legs.”
“When did you take off your clothes?”
“They melted off. Fuck. I don’t know.”
I bite back a laugh.
“Am I losing you here?” he asks.
“No, no, keep going. Your cock is between my legs.”
“Fuck. Say that again.”
His tone makes me shiver. “Your,” I draw out each word. “Cock is between my legs.”
“God, that is sexy. All right. So, I rub it back and forth across your pussy. I’m still rubbing your clit with one hand.”
“I want you in me.”
“I slide my cock into your tight, wet pussy.”
My finger circles my clit furiously, as I imagine him filling me.
“You like my cock, Courtney?”
“Pinch your nipples.”
I do and feel my orgasm build. “I’m so close.”
“I grab your hips and bury my cock inside you.”
I feel it crest. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
“Let me hear you come, baby.”
“Yes. Oh, God. Yes.”
I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“That was so fucking hot.”
“All over my fucking hand.”
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She never thought it would go this far.
It started out so innocently, but now has taken on a life of its own. Problem is, Lindsay Palmer doesn’t know how to stop. Even worse, she doesn’t want to stop. Her daily deceit has become both her greatest pleasure and deepest shame. Thousands of people love her, but would they if they knew the truth.
A simple favor for his baby sister brings Lindsay into Luke Jamieson’s life. There’s something about this girl that keeps her on his mind hours and days after each time they meet. Now here he is, falling in love with a liar. All he wants is for her to let him in, and maybe together he can lead her out of the cage of her own construction.
Will the truth set her free, or have her lies already destroyed everything?
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author with six books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-mannered citizen, Carey spends her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.
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