Losing It: A Collection of VCards by Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish

sincerity in her words. “Really?”
    “I mean, I’m sure we’ll get better with practice, but you wouldn’t believe the horror stories I heard about the first time. I’d say ours was pretty freaking incredible. Didn’t it feel good to you?”
    Rourk couldn’t help but laugh. “Keegan, I have no words to describe how incredible it felt for me.” His hand roamed down her shoulder and back, stopping at her bare waist.
    He gasped out when he felt her hand wrap around his arousal. She grinned. “I’d say you really are ready.”
    Rourk’s hands tangled in her hair as he took possession of her mouth. Keegan responded in kind.
    When they broke the kiss, Rourk grazed his thumb against the bottom of her full lip. He ached for her again.  He rolled on top of her once more. Soon they were entwined once again in each other’s arms, their bodies joined, moving slowly at first and then picking up the tempo. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down his spine.
    A low, throaty moan escaped her lips. Every small sound she made nearly brought him to the edge.
    As he increased the speed of his thrusts, she cried out, clinging to him, their bodies moved frantically together.
    He had to remind himself to slow down and changed positions in the hopes of bringing her the same pleasure he experienced.
    They spent the rest of the evening learning each other’s bodies. Rourk was completely enthralled by how much pleasure the human body could deliver and experience.
     
    The next morning, Rourk woke up before the sun like he always did. Keegan was still fast asleep. He looked down at her. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing deep and steady. Would he ever find the words to let her know how much she meant to him? Probably not. Some things were just impossible to explain.
    Keegan woke up hours later and wiped sleep from her eyes. She looked even more beautiful, if it was possible, with her hair a tangled mess and her face bare of any make up. The familiar aching need was instantaneous. Gods, they were never going to leave the room at this rate.
    “How’d you sleep?”
    “You call that sleeping?” she asked, her voice still groggy with sleep.
    In the kitchenette, Rourk poured her a cup of coffee and then added sugar and milk. He crossed the room and slid into the bed beside her.
    Tucking her hair behind her pointed ears, Keegan sat and reached for the cup.
    “Do you want to do anything today? Go sightseeing or something?” Rourk asked, hoping desperately she’d say no. His eyes were fixed on her as she lifted the mug and took a sip of the coffee.
    “I don’t think so,” she replied, her mouth curving into a smile. “I think we have enough to keep us busy in here.”
    Silently agreeing, Rourk let out a breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding.
     
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    SUFFERING – GRACE’S STORY
     
    by K. A. Last
     
    In Fall For Me things didn’t end too well between Grace and Josh. A few weeks later, she decides to go to the city to make sure he’s okay. In an attempt to figure out what she really wants, Grace makes a decision that will change their relationship forever.
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    Suffering – Grace’s Story is a bonus scene which occurs as an interquel to Fall For Me (The Tate Chronicles, #1) and Fight For Me (The Tate Chronicles, #2) .
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    Maybe I shouldn’t have come, but the pain wouldn’t stop.
    I needed to make it stop.
    The slip of paper with Josh’s address on it crinkled in my hand. I stood on the footpath beneath a glowing street light, and looked along the row of terrace houses. The one in front of me had a turquoise door—such an odd colour. Flecks of paint littered the entryway, and the cast-iron balcony rail was twisted in a rusty mess. The number six on the door hung at a skewed angle.
    The place looked like a dump.
    What was I doing?
    Josh would slam the door in my face, and I wouldn’t blame him if he did.
    He’d made it clear he couldn’t be near me until I’d sorted out my crap. Crap meaning