COVER REVEAL
Forever Beloved
Jessa Eden
Release Date: July 18, 2015
Blurb:
Marla had
betrayed me in the worst way...or so I thought.
My
version of the past was unraveling, leading me to question everything I knew
about the break-up.
The only
thing I knew for sure was she was driving me crazy.
I found her maddening. Bewitching.
Captivating.
She was
still in my blood after all these years.
But I was
determined to resist her sweetness until I uncovered every last secret she was
hiding from me.
~Beau
Shepard
Beau only
knew half the secret.
The other
half could destroy him.
I knew
sooner or later he would figure out the truth and the past would be exposed for
what it really was.
A
betrayal of the worst kind.
I wasn’t giving up on us, though.
I still
loved him. Utterly and completely.
Fate was
giving us another chance.
I could
feel it in my bones.
~Marla Matthews
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Excerpt:
Beau:
I stopped
by Scorch to check on things as they started to heat up.
Sitting
on my usual couch, I took in the pretty scenery. Lots of beauties were getting
down on the dance floor as the crowd started to thicken. Scanning the
masses, I noticed a woman shaking her hips back and forth as she got lost in
the sensuality of the music.
My Marla
radar went off as I recognized her shape in a heartbeat.
I hadn’t
lost my ability to track her
I could
sniff her out anywhere.
Her
beautiful curves were one of a kind, beckoning men from miles around.
I went on
high alert as she glided across the dance floor, soaking up the rhythms of some
Rihanna song. Her voluptuous body moved gracefully as she jammed to the
music. My cock tightened as my mind swam with dirty, filthy thoughts.
I had
always been so hard for her.
So
god-damn hard.
I wanted
to grab her hair, pull her close and ride her until she squealed in deep
pleasure that left her panting for more.
I had no
idea what in the hell she was doing at Scorch. Mesmerized, I watched her shake
her curvaceous hips over and over.
But I
wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Marla
attracted male attention right and left as they swarmed around her like a pack
of wolves. One young punk approached her and she ushered him forward, swaying
her hips as he stuck his leg between hers.
Son of a
bitch, she was letting him grind all up in her business. I bolted up from my
seat as rage blasted through me.
I wasn’t
okay with another man touching her.
That
asshole was messing with the wrong woman.
Marla was
mine.
Always
had been.
Always
would be.
Her name
coursed through my veins, like a junkie experiencing his first high. Anger
rocked through my chest, moving up to the base of my brain, igniting a
Neanderthal instinct to protect what was mine.
As I
moved toward them, things got ten times worse as the douche bag claimed her
lips in an obnoxious kiss while his hands found her luscious ass and squeezed,
pulling her tight to his crotch.
That
wasn’t going to fly with me. But before I got to them, Marla hauled off and
slapped him.
Thatta
girl.
The guy
took it as a sign of challenge and wasn’t going to behave as he grabbed her
wrist and tried to haul her away.
Na-uh.
Not happening.
I arrived
on the dance floor as Marla tried to pull her wrist away from her would-be
admirer.
I stepped
in front of the guy, getting in his face. “Whoa buddy. Hands off,” I growled,
trying to control my temper.
“I was
here first,” he barked, as if in some universe he could claim her.
I stared
hard at the young punk. “Let go of her. I’m only going to ask once,” I snarled,
ready for battle.
I took a
menacing step forward, which made the guy flinch. He was all bark and no bite
as he released Marla. I chased him off with another confrontational step and he
high-tailed it to the bar, like a scared, little puppy.
“Thank
you, Beau,” Marla offered, staring at me with relief in her doe eyes.
“I’ll be
with you in a moment,” I snapped, mad she was even there.
That
asshole needed to be thrown out. I signaled to one of the bouncers, pointing at
the guy. He would be banished for good.
Then, I
turned my full attention to Marla, looking too sexy in a tight pink dress that
showed off her hot body.
“I can’t
have you here, looking like this, acting like that!” I pointed towards her
dress and then the dance floor.”
Her brown
eyes went wide with shock.“What? You don’t get to tell me where I can go.”
“I can
kick you out of here!”
“Fine!
I’ll just go somewhere else.” She turned to walk away from me.
“Oh no,
you won’t!” I said, picking her up in a fireman’s hold and slinging her over my
shoulder with one hand.
“Put me
down!” she demanded as her legs flailed out in front of me.
I had
always loved her curvy calves and I ran my hand along her soft skin as she
struggled.
“No! I’m
not putting you down!” I yelled, carrying her towards the office in the back.
I weaved
my way through the thickening crowd as Marla continued to struggle against me.
I made it down the hall, away from prying eyes. Once we were inside the office,
I shut the door and put her down.
“Where
are we?” she questioned sharply.
“My
office.”
“Why do
you have an office at Scorch?” she asked, glancing around at the dark green
walls with wooden panels running along the bottom third of the paint.
“Because
I own the damn club.”
“Is there
anything you don’t own?” she shot back.
“Yeah,
you.”
She shook
her head. “That’s not happening, Beau. You will never own me. I can’t be
bought.”
“So
you’ve made known. But I will not have the mother of my child dancing like that
in public.”
“Charlie’s
not six, anymore,” she countered.
It didn’t
matter. “I didn’t get to do this when he was six, so I’m doing it now.”
She
narrowed her furious gaze at me. “That doesn’t even make sense. You’re
acting like I was some kind of neglectful mother who went out and partied all
the time and I wasn’t!”
“How
would I know that? You could have been fucking any Tom, Dick or Harry
walking around for all I know.”
“Like
you, then?” she zinged back. “I bet you don’t even know how many women you
fucked in the last twenty years.”
Same old
fire.
Giving as
good as she got.
God, she
made me hot.
“You’re
probably right, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is how you need to
fucked good.”
She
gasped as I bent down and claimed her mouth passionately. She fought me for a
second, but there was no denying our chemistry. I took possession of her
beautiful lips over and over as she gave in willingly. My tongue played with
hers, fucking her sweet, lush mouth.
She
moaned in her throat, thirsting for more as I held her close. Sucking her
bottom lip into my mouth, I slowed things down. I wanted to extract every
last morsel of pleasure out of her. Hot damn, she felt good in my arms.
Panting,
she pulled back, her glance soft. “Do you remember how good it was between us?”
she asked, her doe eyes filling with a vulnerability I didn’t want to
acknowledge.
I wasn’t
about to confess I remembered every moment I spent with her. “You know...it’s a
blur. We happened a long time ago.”
“Then
what do you remember?” she asked as I ran my hand down her side.
“How good
the sex was,” I murmured hotly against her ear before turning her backside
against my body.
Her hands
clutched at my thighs, wanting what I was offering. I pushed her up against the
door, lining my swollen cock up with her ass.
“Do you
remember that?”
“Yes,”
she gasped as she arched her back, shooting her bottom into me.
We both
groaned as I went from hard to steel in an instant. My blood roared with the
need to take her with the same intensity I had in high school.
I sniffed her hair, lime and coconut this time. “Why can’t I let
you go?” I breathed against her ear.
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