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Synopsis:
Persevere. That's how I've gotten through nineteen years of life. It's what I do every single day—no matter how badly the odds are stacked against me.
Persevere, and survive.
Those are my two guiding words. I never knew either of my parents. I have no family and no home. The only person I could ever rely on was myself. In this cruel world, that's about as much as I could ask for.
Love? Hah. Don't talk to me about love. I stopped believing in it the day my first boyfriend ripped out my heart three years ago.
That's why love is the last thing on my mind when I leave a packed college bar with a captivating stranger. Yet everything changes when I'm awakened in the middle of the night by a pounding at the door. Suddenly, an arrangement meant for just one night threatens to become something much deeper.
All expectations are thrown to the wind as I'm tangled in a dangerous world unlike anything I can believe. The man I met has secrets swirling around him like a dark cape. I'm about to become his biggest one...
Excerpt:
Together, we stumble toward the
elevator. Rich breaks away for a second to hit the button. The light
doesn’t come on.
“Damn,” he growls, “it’s busted
again.”
I’m one step ahead of him. I’d
spotted the stairs when we entered. I grab his hand and pull him
after me with no hesitation. I start up the cement stairwell,
determined to get to his room as fast as possible.
“Penny, wait.”
I look back, confused. “What?”
A devilish smile plays on his lips.
“Only this.” Without warning his hands wrap around my waist, and
I’m being lifted up as easily as if I were a doll. He turns to the
side and presses my body against the wall, suspending me between him
and the concrete.
His mouth crashes down on mine again. I
curl my legs around his torso, locking my ankles together, and kiss
him back with the passion reserved for a lover after ten long years
apart. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m getting even more
turned on. Rich’s hands move down to grasp the outside of my
thighs, and I moan into his kiss as the muscles of my core clench in
sinful fashion. I want him so
badly. If we don’t get somewhere
private soon, I won’t be wholly opposed to jumping him in public.
I gasp as he steps away, freeing me
from the wall. I start to fall, but one of his hands darts down to
catch me just beneath the knees. The other one cradles my shoulders.
Before I know it, I’m slung across his arms like a bride on her
wedding night.
“I’ve always wanted to carry a girl
up these stairs,” Rich admits.
I laugh, and wrap my arm around his
neck. “Oh, you are just the best type of romantic.”
Four flights of stairs later, Rich
pushes open the fire door to a dimly-lit hallway. He carries me down
the hall and stops in front of an entrance on the right. He sets me
down, then fishes around in his jeans for the key. When the door
creaks open, he sweeps a hand out in front of him. “Welcome to my
humble abode.”
I walk in, curious about his apartment.
I tend to side with the camp of people who believe that a person’s
living arrangements can reveal a lot about his personality. But, I
don’t find much to work with here.
The apartment is sparse and dark. Pale
moonlight filters in through the balcony window, shining down on the
only piece of furniture present: a queen size mattress lying on the
floor of the living room. The red brick walls are totally empty—no
girly posters or other things I might expect in a bachelor’s
apartment. There are no lamps, no chairs, no couches.
After a moment, I notice a second piece
of furniture: a small, old-school CRT TV camped in one corner of the
studio apartment.
Rich switches on the light. “So?”
he asks, “what do you think?”
I walk past the entrance. There’s one
hall leading away from the room. It is filled with brown cardboard
boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. “Did you just move in or something?”
Rich laughs behind me. “Yeah,
something like that. You want a drink?”
“A drink?” I say. “No, I—”
The words catch in my throat as he
grabs my hips and spins me around. I had no idea he’d come so
close. He’d moved from the door to me without making a sound. His
fingers lock together against my lower back, and he tugs me into him,
pressing my belly to his waist. I feel his growing erection right
away, and a diabolical excitement builds inside me.
Nothing happens.
For a long moment, Richard just holds
me like that, staring into my eyes as I’m left dangling off his
arms. His irises are the color of sea mist. I’m hypnotized by the
deep intensity I see brewing just beneath the surface. I have no
doubt that that type of intensity is mirrored in my eyes.
Then, moving slowly, as if restraining
himself, Richard lowers his mouth to cover mine. This time, his kiss
is sweet and gentle. Subtle and caring. He explores my upper lip
first, then traces the line going to the corner of my mouth. His lips
form a perfect mold over mine.
I was wrong before. This is the
kiss reserved for a lover you haven’t seen in ten years.
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About this author........
I'm
Scarlett Edwards. I'm a full-time student (2nd year, undergrad) and
part-time writer. I hope to switch those around soon!
I'm
kind of old fashioned. I write all my stories using paper and ink. At
the end of the day, I transcribe them on my laptop. It takes a bit
longer, but writing in a notebook really focuses my thoughts.
I
love vintage photography. I have an old-school film camera that was
my mom's from before I was born. I use it to take pictures almost
every day.
Yours
to Savor is
the first full book I worked on. It went through six drafts,
and took me ten months to complete. In the two months since
getting it done, I finished two drafts of brand new stories. I'm
getting faster!
I
love hearing from my readers. I love getting feedback about my books.
I'm just getting started, and plan on doing this writing gig for a
long, long time.
I
take inspiration from all the indie romance authors. Addison Moore,
Samantha Young, Colleen Hoover, Jessica Sorensen, and everyone else….
you girls rock!
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