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Excerpt 1 – Let Love Live
“So where do we sign?” Dylan’s voice cuts through my
sidetracked brain.
Refocusing my attention back on him, I stammer. “Huh?
What?”
He steps next to me, pats me on the shoulder, but his
touch lands more on my chest than my arm. I stare down at his hand, struck dumb
– well, dumber than I currently sound, anyway. He pulls his hand away,
chuckling at me. “The gym. We like it. Where do we sign?”
Reid laughs along with Dylan as they follow me back out to
the front entrance. I give them the paperwork and before long, they’re both off
to the locker room to get changed.
I do not think
about what Dylan looks like out of his suit. Nope, I definitely don’t do that.
It’s been so long since anyone has worked me up like that. And it’s ridiculous
really, if I think about it.
Dylan’s here with his partner. They have a kid together.
And here I am fantasizing about someone else’s man just because I think he’s
attractive.
Though, anyone would be a fool to think otherwise. His
light blond hair flops forward in his blue-grey eyes. Everything about him
screams perfection; a hard jawline, dusted with the perfect five o’clock
shadow; high cheekbones create a square shape without being too hard-edged. The
one thing that’s not perfect, his nose; it’s crooked, looks like it’s been
broken more than once. It actually makes him even more perfect than if it had
been straight, somehow.
I can’t let myself go there, though. There’s too much on
my plate right now to add in a relationship. When the hell did staring down a
gorgeous man become looking for a relationship.
Maybe I just need to get laid.
Or sleep. Yeah, that’s it. I definitely just need some
sleep.
It’s official. I’ve crossed the line into crazy.
Just as I try to shake the crazy away, I look up from my
paperwork, and see Reid and Dylan step out of the locker room. Mesh shorts and
t-shirts replace Dylan’s high-end suit, but he doesn’t look any less
attractive. If it’s possible, he looks even more so.
I take a deep breath and get back to work. I need to get a
ton of crap done if I want to stay on top of everything, especially since
chances are Rachel won’t be in tomorrow either. Her migraines always last at
least two days. So much for that day off I was hoping for.
An hour passes quickly, and as I focus my attention back
into the gym, shamefully, I’m disappointed that I don’t see Dylan anywhere.
Leaning forward on the desk, I stretch across it, trying to look into the
weight room.
I’m not sure what sight makes me happier, seeing a small
handful of people in there or watching Dylan do lateral side raises.
I’m gonna go ahead and cast my vote for Dylan. He’s got
his short sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscled arms and golden skin. The
cords of his upper arms bunch and pull with each movement, causing my dick to
strain in my khaki shorts.
It’s a good thing I’m not wearing workout shorts because
nothings screams “I’m a professional” like sporting wood at the front desk of
your own gym.
Excerpt 2
– Let Love Live
A deep breath of air fills his lungs and he looks at me.
Something dances in his eyes. With a trembling hand, he brushes my hair out of
my eyes. “If someone would have told me that you’d walk into my life and turn
it completely upside down, I’d have told them they were crazy.” He drags my
hand into his and brings it up to his mouth. “For far too long, I was far too
happy to keep everyone on the outside. And then you came along, and for the
first time in so long, I felt something.”
“Me, too.” Tugging at our hands, I bring them to my mouth,
feeling the shaking in his hands relax marginally.
“I was too afraid to let myself love anyone, thinking that
I’d lose them somehow. The fear of loss kept me closed off from my own life.
And now, with you…it’s not like that,” he pauses, looking for the right words.
“What I mean is,” he clarifies, focusing his deep blue eyes on mine, “that with
you, it’s not about being afraid of losing you.”
“I’m that easy,
huh?” I joke. The look of growing frustration on his face tells me I’ve
misunderstood him, and that now is not the time for jokes.
“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m petrified of losing you.
When you fell yesterday, the only thought I could put together was one of
sickening concern. What if he hits his
head? What if he’s permanently injured? What if he blacks out and never comes
back? But then, when I saw you were okay, the only thought going through my head was that there was no way in
hell I could ever go through the rest of my life without you.”
His words cut through me. Stripping me bare, they reflect
the exact same way I feel about him.
“You see, with you, the thing that scares me isn’t the
thought of losing you. What scares the shit out of me is not having you in my
life in the first place,” Dylan says, softly.
He lowers his face to mine, cradling my jaw, and searching
my eyes. “I love you, Conner. You brought me back to life simply by just being
here. And I don’t ever want to picture a life that you’re not a part of.”
With the softest of caresses, he strokes his thumb against
my lower lip before pressing his own in the same spot. As his forehead rests
against mine and our breaths mingle in the small space between us, I inhale
him. This sweet, angry man who turned everything I thought I knew about my own
life completely upside down.
“I’m not as good with words as you are, but know that I
love you, too.”
With hands and hearts joined, we fall asleep, a sense of
peace that, before this moment, was foreign to both of us, covering us like the
warmest of blankest on the coldest of nights.
Excerpt 3
– Let Love Heal
“Hello.” I call out timidly. I hear a thud, as what I
assume is a head bumps into the underside of the desk. A male voice calls out
“Crap” and I can’t help but giggle that I’ve surprised whoever is under there.
He then says, “I’ll be right with you.”
“Okay, take your time. Sorry for interrupting. I’ll be
waiting out in the lab.” I make my way back out to the main room and wait
patiently for “under the desk mystery man” to meet me. And when he does, oh my
dear sweet Lord of all things hot. I was fully expecting suspenders, a pocket
protector, glasses, and plaid pants pulled up to his chest. I was expecting
someone more along the lines of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory, but what I got was Bradley Cooper from The Hangover.
That’s two very different Coopers.
My mouth goes dry and I’m suddenly struck dumb. As he
walks to me, he wipes his hands on his faded and oh-so-soft looking jeans and
then inspects them to make sure they’re clean. Standing before me, he extends
his hand, and by some miraculous force, I’m able to put together, “Hi. I’m here
to apply for the job.” My voice is squeaky as I wave the hot pink sign in
between us. Shaking his hand causes sparks of electricity to course through my
arm. “Wow. I just put that sign up this morning. I didn’t expect anyone to
apply for a few days.” His voice is like velvet and it does funny things to my
insides. When he releases my hand, it’s still hot from his touch.
“Let me go get some paperwork for you to fill out …” His
sentence hangs in the air between us and I realize that I haven’t told him my
name.
“Melanie. I’m Melanie Crane. It’s nice to meet you …”
“Bryan Mahoney.” And when he smiles at me as his name
rolls off his tongue, I feel like a giddy school girl.
“Okay then, Melanie. Let me go get that paperwork and
we’ll get the ball rolling.” He turns to walk away from me and my eyes are
glued to his body. What the hell? A hot computer geek. You have got to be
kidding me. This boy is seriously fine. Tall, lean and just plain beautiful. I
should leave right now. I thought this would be a nice quiet job where I could
go completely unnoticed, but there’s no way in hell I can work with him. He’s
freaking hot and I’m, well, I’m not. I’ll be a bumbling fool the entire time
I’m around him.
Just as I’m about to walk out the door, Bryan calls out to
me. “Hey, Melanie! Where are you going?” Call me crazy, but there is a hint of
desperation in his voice. With my hand hovering above the door knob, I inhale
deeply and figure what the hell. I might as well go for it. The truth is he
probably won’t even know I exist. Guys like him never notice girls like me
anyway. I turn toward him and smile as I say, “No, I just have class in a few
minutes. I wasn’t expecting to actually do an interview or anything. I don’t
want to be late; that’s all.”
I flat out lie and just hope he doesn’t catch on.
His returning smile is blinding. Perfectly straight, white
teeth flash before me, but what hits me in the gut is how his eyes smile along
with his mouth. They crinkle in the corners and he shakes his head just a
little. It looks like he’s laughing at me, but not in an “I’m making fun of you
way.” Maybe he’s caught on, after all.
“Okay, so can you come back after class, Melanie?” The way
my name sounds coming from his full lips makes my pulse skitter. For the first
time ever, I feel noticed. This hot piece of man-cake is actually talking to me
and looking at me and saying my name. And, call me crazy, but he’s not just
being nice because I’m applying for this job. There’s something playful and
flirty going on in his eyes, in his voice, in his body language.
Excerpt 4
– Let Love Be
After knocking on his door, I wait patiently and just hope
that he’s not too busy. His truck is in the parking lot, so I know he’s here,
but after two minutes, he still hasn’t answered. I knock again, but still no
answer.
I try the knob and it’s unlocked, so I crack the door open slightly and
peek into his living room. He’s not there, but I hear music buzzing through the
space. I step inside and pinpoint the loud bass of Pink Floyd pounding out from
his bedroom. He’s singing along, loudly and horribly off key, but it’s genuine
and full of life. Hearing the words of “Wish You Were Hear” fall from his lips
makes them sound even sweeter − the rhythm more sensual, the beat more erotic.
I drop the bags next to my feet, lean up against the
doorframe and watch him as he pulls a plank for hardwood flooring out of the
box next to him. The floor is bare except for the small area he’s completed in
the corner. There’s a small table saw set up and tools scattered all over the
sub flooring. Completely void of furniture and a rug, the sound fills the room
harshly, echoing off the walls and bare floor. How he still hasn’t heard me,
I’m not sure. It probably has something with the sheer volume of the music, but
I am thoroughly enjoying the show without him noticing me just yet.
With his shirt off, I see every rippled plane of hard
muscle gracing his back. Watching him feed the flooring carefully through the
guide on the saw, makes my mouth dry. His biceps flex and pull; his ass looks
like a work of art shifting under his threadbare jeans. They slide down his
narrow hips slightly and he just lets them hang there, unknowingly letting me
enjoy the show.
When the song comes to an end, and he’s done trimming the
plank of dark, maplewood flooring, he grabs a bottle of water and chugs down
half of it in one large gulp.
“Hi,” I mumble, my voice all breathy and filled with lust.
He turns at the waist, swiping his chorded-with-muscle forearm across
his mouth. “Hey,” his word holds a moment of surprise, before licking his lips
seductively. “You look breathtaking, love.” He scans my outfit − a tight black
skirt that falls in a cute ruffle right above my knees and a pale pink shirt
with pearly buttons down the center. I’ve come to realize he has a thing for
legs so I purposefully chose a pair of shiny, black three and a half inch heels
to wear today.
Strutting over to me, he reaches into my hair and pulls
out the clip that’s holding it up in a messy knot. “There, that’s better.” He
kisses my cheek as he inhales the vanilla-scented cloud that my falling hair
provides.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I stretch up on my toes a
little, pressing my lips right next to his ear. “No. You look…” Words escape
me, so I trace the tip of my tongue in a steamy, hot line around the outer
shell of his ear. I move my hands from his chest, enjoying the feel of his
chest hair under my fingertips, and coil them around his neck as I assault his
skin with my lips. A groan of pleasure rumbles in his throat as I lace my
fingers into his hair, pulling his neck to the side. Lightly grazing my teeth
over his skin, I nip gently. “You are absolutely edible.”
His mouth attacks mine, roughly and passionately. The
velvety slide of his tongue against mine sets a pulse of desire coursing
through my body. A small flicker of pain erupts at the nape of my neck as he
grabs a fist full of my hair, holding me in place as his tongue plunges hotly
into my willing mouth. The pain vanishes quickly and he licks and nips along my
jawline and down the exposed skin of goose bump covered neck. Mumbling against
my skin, he asks, “What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting later?”
He reaches down and grabs my ass, hitching my leg over his hip.
“You don’t seem too upset,” I rasp as I grind my hips
against his rock-hard erection. His only response is a low groan that I feel
vibrating against my chest, pebbling my nipples even more than they already
are. In two long strides, he moves us to the wall, sandwiching me between him
and it.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he says in between sensuous
kisses that leave my skin feeling as if it’s been licked by a flame. Holding
both of my wrists in one hand above my head, he stares fiercely into my eyes as
his other hand works the buttons of my shirt. He pulls it out of the waistband
of my skirt and gazes down at my breasts as they threaten to fall out my sheer
lace, pink bra.
My nipples press against
the thin fabric and his hungry stare makes them harden even more − almost to
the point of being painful. “Please, Evan,” I beg, but all he does is lick his
lips and lean his forehead against mine.
“Please, what?” he challenges before moving his mouth
across my neck and collarbone. Arching my back, I shove my breasts into his
face, hinting at what I want.
“Real subtle, love,” he chides as his fingers dance across
my ribcage, coming close to, but never touching me where I want him to. “But if
you want something, you’re going to have to tell me. I want to hear you.”
The moan that flies out of my mouth and reverberates
through the empty room is one born out of desire and frustration. We haven’t
made love in weeks and now he wants to test me, to make me beg. Turned on and
beyond annoyed, I arch my back again.
He simply tsks at me as he licks his lips. “I don’t want
anything between us this time, or ever again.” He holds my chin in his hand,
angling my head to his. “Now, tell me what you want,” he demands, sending
shivers of desire racing throughout my overheated body.
About the Author:
Melissa Collins
Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying
Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She
followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English
teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of
books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom,
she can easily say that it’s been a dream.
Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently.
When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance
novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the
characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own
took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series
was born.
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