waste his God-given talent.
Best wishes,
The Nelsons
I look up from the page and realize Maddie has snuck out of the room. I’m glad, because I need to be alone with you right now. I need to hold you and feel your arms wrapped around me.
You set the letter aside and take the candle and pie plate out of my hands, placing them on the coffee table. “Come here,” you say, pulling me onto your lap. “We’ll put that candle in the bedroom of the tree house, and I promise you I will talk to you and I will listen with an open heart and mind and believe whatever you tell me.”
I hold your face between my hands and caress your cheeks with my thumbs. “I want fifty years.”
You lips curve into a relieved smile. “That’s not long enough.” I laugh as you dip me back on the couch and press your lips to mine. “Promises have to be sealed with kisses,” you say.
My heart is full to the point of bursting. “Then I’ll be kissing you forever, because that’s what I’m promising.”
You gaze down at me with a somber, almost reverent expression. “Rachael, I will strive to earn forever with you. It’s more than I can ever ask you for, and it’s all I ever think about.” You stroke the ring finger on my left hand. “Someday,” you whisper, sealing the promise with a kiss.
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Taken
One
Three months later…
T he club is packed. Bodies grind together on the dance floor. There’s barely room to move. You catch my eye.
You’re alone.
Bass pounds through my body, rushes from my head to my toes, takes the same path your eyes follow. Your dark-eyed stare is flutter-soft on my skin. It raises goose bumps. Makes me flush. My vodka and cranberry-soaked blood runs hot with need.
You smile. Dimples pierce your cheeks. Your eyes flash. I can’t resist.
“Rach!” Shannon grabs my arm. She’s sweaty from dancing and pulls her blonde hair up off her shoulders. “I’m going.” She tilts her head toward Shawn or Shane or Seth—I’m not sure—the guy she met two hours ago.
“How am I supposed to get home?” She drove.
Shannon shoves her car keys in my hand. “See you in the morning.” She winks and pushes back through the crowd toward the guy whose name starts with an S.
When I turn from watching Shannon go, you’re standing right in front of me. “Hi,” you say. Familiarity strikes, but I don’t think I’d ever forget meeting you.
“Hi.” I fall into your dark eyes and can’t get out. They’re serious and focused on mine. Looking away would be a crime.
You run a hand through your wavy black-brown hair. Are you nervous? I can’t tell. “What were you drinking?” You tap my glass, empty except for melting ice.
“Vodka and cranberry.” I take in a thick, damp breath. Dancing bodies fog up the air, make it heavy to breathe.
You shake your beer bottle, indicating its emptiness. “I’m headed to the bar. Would you like another?”
I have to drive Shannon’s car home, but I don’t want to stop talking to you. I nod. “Please.” I’ll drink slowly. I’ll drive even slower.
I follow behind you, taking in the view of your incredible backside in jeans. A black long-sleeved shirt shifts with your strong, wide shoulders and hugs your narrow waist. You work out.
A lot.
The body I’m staring at didn’t come from luck and a good gene pool.
You glance back to make sure I’m following. When a group of people push between us, you reach out and take my hand. My fingers curl around yours like they’re possessed.
We reach the bar. You squeeze between two men. I stand back to wait while you order. I watch you reach into your pocket. A second later, you turn to me and hand me a glass.
“Thanks.” I take a deep drink, ignoring my self-promise to sip and make it last. Looking at you, I need all the courage this vodka is offering.
You sip your beer, watching me. An intense magnetism pulls
Best wishes,
The Nelsons
I look up from the page and realize Maddie has snuck out of the room. I’m glad, because I need to be alone with you right now. I need to hold you and feel your arms wrapped around me.
You set the letter aside and take the candle and pie plate out of my hands, placing them on the coffee table. “Come here,” you say, pulling me onto your lap. “We’ll put that candle in the bedroom of the tree house, and I promise you I will talk to you and I will listen with an open heart and mind and believe whatever you tell me.”
I hold your face between my hands and caress your cheeks with my thumbs. “I want fifty years.”
You lips curve into a relieved smile. “That’s not long enough.” I laugh as you dip me back on the couch and press your lips to mine. “Promises have to be sealed with kisses,” you say.
My heart is full to the point of bursting. “Then I’ll be kissing you forever, because that’s what I’m promising.”
You gaze down at me with a somber, almost reverent expression. “Rachael, I will strive to earn forever with you. It’s more than I can ever ask you for, and it’s all I ever think about.” You stroke the ring finger on my left hand. “Someday,” you whisper, sealing the promise with a kiss.
Read the book that started
the erotic journey of a lifetime…
See the next page for an excerpt from
Taken
One
Three months later…
T he club is packed. Bodies grind together on the dance floor. There’s barely room to move. You catch my eye.
You’re alone.
Bass pounds through my body, rushes from my head to my toes, takes the same path your eyes follow. Your dark-eyed stare is flutter-soft on my skin. It raises goose bumps. Makes me flush. My vodka and cranberry-soaked blood runs hot with need.
You smile. Dimples pierce your cheeks. Your eyes flash. I can’t resist.
“Rach!” Shannon grabs my arm. She’s sweaty from dancing and pulls her blonde hair up off her shoulders. “I’m going.” She tilts her head toward Shawn or Shane or Seth—I’m not sure—the guy she met two hours ago.
“How am I supposed to get home?” She drove.
Shannon shoves her car keys in my hand. “See you in the morning.” She winks and pushes back through the crowd toward the guy whose name starts with an S.
When I turn from watching Shannon go, you’re standing right in front of me. “Hi,” you say. Familiarity strikes, but I don’t think I’d ever forget meeting you.
“Hi.” I fall into your dark eyes and can’t get out. They’re serious and focused on mine. Looking away would be a crime.
You run a hand through your wavy black-brown hair. Are you nervous? I can’t tell. “What were you drinking?” You tap my glass, empty except for melting ice.
“Vodka and cranberry.” I take in a thick, damp breath. Dancing bodies fog up the air, make it heavy to breathe.
You shake your beer bottle, indicating its emptiness. “I’m headed to the bar. Would you like another?”
I have to drive Shannon’s car home, but I don’t want to stop talking to you. I nod. “Please.” I’ll drink slowly. I’ll drive even slower.
I follow behind you, taking in the view of your incredible backside in jeans. A black long-sleeved shirt shifts with your strong, wide shoulders and hugs your narrow waist. You work out.
A lot.
The body I’m staring at didn’t come from luck and a good gene pool.
You glance back to make sure I’m following. When a group of people push between us, you reach out and take my hand. My fingers curl around yours like they’re possessed.
We reach the bar. You squeeze between two men. I stand back to wait while you order. I watch you reach into your pocket. A second later, you turn to me and hand me a glass.
“Thanks.” I take a deep drink, ignoring my self-promise to sip and make it last. Looking at you, I need all the courage this vodka is offering.
You sip your beer, watching me. An intense magnetism pulls
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