his lap she watched as he tore through the wrapping paper.
When he set eyes on the first picture he growled low in the back of his throat. She loved that she caused that reaction in him. She peeked over to see which picture held his rapt attention. It was the one where she’d posed on her stomach, wearing nothing at all, exposing her back and buttocks. She knew he liked that feature on her body so she wanted to exploit it. He set that one next to his bedside table and tore open another picture where she’d posed wearing provocative lingerie of pale pink lace. He groaned again and placed that one on the chest of drawers.
His eyes on her were electric—large black pupils rimmed in the brightest green. He blatantly adjusted himself in front of her and sat back down to open the next picture. She’d posed in her wedding lingerie—white lace garters, stockings, lace panties, and a corset. It was taken to look like a candid shot of her deep in thought, her face turned away from the camera as she contemplated a life with Ashton.
A tear rolled down his face. It wasn’t the reaction she’d been expecting.
“Ash?”
He turned and she sat next to him on the bed. “Don’t you like it?”
“Baby, it’s beautiful. I sometimes can’t believe how happy I am. I’m afraid it’s all a dream and I’ll wake up burning in that bed, my father’s laughter all around. Ow!”
He rubbed where she’d pinched him hard. “What was that for?”
“If this were a dream, you would have just awakened when I pinched you.”
He laughed, and then kissed her, pulling her down to the bed. “Hey, don’t mess up my hair. We’re going to be taking pictures at my folks’.”
He reclined on his side next to her, caressing her belly that carried the child they’d made.
Her finger under his chin had him looking at her. “This is reality. No more nightmares. I was thinking I would like to name him Benjamin after your father and of course it is your middle name. Little Benjamin David.”
Her hand laced through his at her stomach.
“I like that idea.”
“I love you, Ash.”
“I love you, Monet. Take a look at what’s hanging above the headboard.”
She gasped. “Water lilies.” A framed print of Monet’s classic graced the wall of their bedroom.
“Monet, like you, makes every landscape beautiful and fresh. My life with you has been like an endless spring where everything is always in bloom.”
“I think we need to make another baby.”
He giggled. “What about your hair?”
“Forget my hair. I don’t care how the pictures turn out.”
Ashton and Harmony would enjoy a long life together, free of ghosts and full of love and family.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed
The Haunting of Ashton David
. It is part of my new series entitled,
David Family Saga: Bayou Billionaires
. The David cousins are more provocative, more rich, and more tormented than their seafood-loving kinfolk. I want to do something for my devoted readers and so I am offering the book for .99 cents. Make sure to pick up a copy for a spooky good time.
If you would like to know more about the Davids, you can start reading about them in Damaged, part of the Bayou Rogues saga. I’ve left you the first chapter below. It’s a little spicy.
As an author, I love feedback. Candidly, you are the reason that I explored Parker’s future and now we have the Davids. So, tell me what you liked, what you loved, even what you didn’t like. I’d love to hear from you. You can write me at [email protected] and visit me on the web at ginawatson.net .
Finally, I need to ask a favor. If you’re so inclined, I’d love a review of
The Haunting of Ashton David
. Loved it, didn’t love it, long, short, words of encouragement—I’d just enjoy your feedback.
Reviews can be tough to come by these days. You, the reader, have the power now to make or break a book. If you have the time, here’s a link to my author page on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/author/ginawatson .
When he set eyes on the first picture he growled low in the back of his throat. She loved that she caused that reaction in him. She peeked over to see which picture held his rapt attention. It was the one where she’d posed on her stomach, wearing nothing at all, exposing her back and buttocks. She knew he liked that feature on her body so she wanted to exploit it. He set that one next to his bedside table and tore open another picture where she’d posed wearing provocative lingerie of pale pink lace. He groaned again and placed that one on the chest of drawers.
His eyes on her were electric—large black pupils rimmed in the brightest green. He blatantly adjusted himself in front of her and sat back down to open the next picture. She’d posed in her wedding lingerie—white lace garters, stockings, lace panties, and a corset. It was taken to look like a candid shot of her deep in thought, her face turned away from the camera as she contemplated a life with Ashton.
A tear rolled down his face. It wasn’t the reaction she’d been expecting.
“Ash?”
He turned and she sat next to him on the bed. “Don’t you like it?”
“Baby, it’s beautiful. I sometimes can’t believe how happy I am. I’m afraid it’s all a dream and I’ll wake up burning in that bed, my father’s laughter all around. Ow!”
He rubbed where she’d pinched him hard. “What was that for?”
“If this were a dream, you would have just awakened when I pinched you.”
He laughed, and then kissed her, pulling her down to the bed. “Hey, don’t mess up my hair. We’re going to be taking pictures at my folks’.”
He reclined on his side next to her, caressing her belly that carried the child they’d made.
Her finger under his chin had him looking at her. “This is reality. No more nightmares. I was thinking I would like to name him Benjamin after your father and of course it is your middle name. Little Benjamin David.”
Her hand laced through his at her stomach.
“I like that idea.”
“I love you, Ash.”
“I love you, Monet. Take a look at what’s hanging above the headboard.”
She gasped. “Water lilies.” A framed print of Monet’s classic graced the wall of their bedroom.
“Monet, like you, makes every landscape beautiful and fresh. My life with you has been like an endless spring where everything is always in bloom.”
“I think we need to make another baby.”
He giggled. “What about your hair?”
“Forget my hair. I don’t care how the pictures turn out.”
Ashton and Harmony would enjoy a long life together, free of ghosts and full of love and family.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed
The Haunting of Ashton David
. It is part of my new series entitled,
David Family Saga: Bayou Billionaires
. The David cousins are more provocative, more rich, and more tormented than their seafood-loving kinfolk. I want to do something for my devoted readers and so I am offering the book for .99 cents. Make sure to pick up a copy for a spooky good time.
If you would like to know more about the Davids, you can start reading about them in Damaged, part of the Bayou Rogues saga. I’ve left you the first chapter below. It’s a little spicy.
As an author, I love feedback. Candidly, you are the reason that I explored Parker’s future and now we have the Davids. So, tell me what you liked, what you loved, even what you didn’t like. I’d love to hear from you. You can write me at [email protected] and visit me on the web at ginawatson.net .
Finally, I need to ask a favor. If you’re so inclined, I’d love a review of
The Haunting of Ashton David
. Loved it, didn’t love it, long, short, words of encouragement—I’d just enjoy your feedback.
Reviews can be tough to come by these days. You, the reader, have the power now to make or break a book. If you have the time, here’s a link to my author page on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/author/ginawatson .
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