Title: Fated to be Mine (Fated #2)
Author: Jodie Larson
Release Date: Oct 6, 2015
Synopsis:
I've made a mistake...Can we find
our way back?
They say that distance makes the heart
grow fonder, or that time heals all wounds. What they don't tell you
is that it doesn't lessen the pain. I don't think those people have
experienced a loss like this.
I left my heart in London, and I'm not
sure I'll ever get it back.
But fate has a plan of her own. She
keeps me guessing and hoping that not everything is as it seems.
Hearts can be shattered but can also be
put back together. Especially when love doesn't give up on you, even
if you think it has.
Excerpt:
I grab another flute of champagne from
a passing waiter and partake in my favorite pastime. I don’t know
one single person here, outside of my dad, Sharon and Michael. These
are all of my dad’s friends and associates and I’m sure several
people from their country club. I’m pretty sure I recognized the
mayor and his wife, but I can’t be positive. I’ve only seen them
in pictures and never actually met them in real life. There are at
least two hundred people in attendance, making it easy for me to be
the wallflower that I like to be.
My phone beeps in my clutch as the
champagne bubbles tickle my nose. I roll my eyes, guessing that it’s
Kara wanting the gossip on what’s going on or how my date is going
so far. But nothing prepared me for seeing Andrew’s name on my
screen, making my eyes go wide as saucers.
My darling, beautiful Tessa. I
love the way you look with your hair swept back behind your shoulders
in soft, delicate curls. I can see you in a blue strapless gown with
intricate silver designs, and diamond earrings gracing your delicate
lobes. Nothing compares to your smile which outshines the soft glow
of the candles that surround you. ~A~
I freeze and nervously start looking
around me. Either he has a very active imagination or…or. I don’t
even get the chance to finish that thought as I feel him come up
behind me, running his hands down my arms, leaning so close to me it
sends a chill across my skin. My body erupts in goose bumps and
desire takes the place of surprise.
Oh. My. God. He’s here. He’s really
here.
“I also imagine your soft pink lips,
slightly parted as a small gasp escapes them. The same sound you make
when you’re sleeping next to me or making love with me,” he
whispers in that soft, sexy British accent of his. My breathing
accelerates and I shift in my chair. My head turns slightly, needing
to see those bright blue eyes that I’ve longed for. The air has
been completely drained from my lungs as I stare into Andrew’s
gorgeous face. A face that has haunted my waking dreams, causing my
heart so much pain and yet so much longing. Those full lips that I
want to kiss caress my cheek as his fingertip ignites a trail of fire
down my neck.
“It’s so good to see you, Tessa.
I’ve been counting the days until we would be reunited again. I’ve
done nothing but dream of you every second of every day since we
departed last.” Andrew’s warm breath tickles the area behind my
ear, allowing his lips to explore the area. I feel dizzy with
pleasure, my eyes closing as my breath comes in short bursts. I feel
as if we’re making a scene, or at least we could be. However, when
I look around, I realize that no one is looking at us. Not one person
is aware of the reunion taking place, of the man who melts my soul
and completes my very existence.
I turn in my chair, needing to fully
see him as he takes the seat that Michael occupied not less than an
hour ago.
“What are you doing here?” I
whisper hoarsely. Andrew knows exactly how he affects me, how to turn
me into a raging pile of hormones without actually having to touch me
or do anything. His blue eyes shine in the soft glow of the
candlelight, making my heart leap inside my chest.
“I came here for you. It couldn’t
wait one more week. I needed to see you right away.”
He came for me. He wanted to see me,
no, needed to see me. How do I respond to that? Do I say how big of a
fool I was for leaving like I did? Or that I needed to see him too?
My hungry eyes take him in, admiring his freshly shaven face, his
beautiful masculine features, and that sexy dark hair I love running
my fingers through. And he’s wearing a tux. Holy shit. If I thought
he was hot in tailored suits, he’s to die for in a tux.
I swallow past the lump in my throat,
needing to regain some control of my body.
“Why?”
Need and desire mix together as I
nervously canvas the room again, hoping that Sharon isn’t watching.
My hand rubs the area above my heart, trying to ward off the pain.
Andrew ignores my question and grabs the hand at my chest, bringing
it up to his lips before pressing it against his own beating heart.
“You don’t have to hurt there
anymore, love. I promise you will never have to hurt there again as
long as I’m here.” He leans forward, pressing our foreheads
together, leaving my hand to cover his heart. “I’ve missed you so
much, Tessa. I’m so sorry, more than you will ever know.”
We close the distance to each other,
pressing our mouths together in a whisper soft kiss. My lip trembles
slightly as a flood of memories assaults my mind; each memory
bringing back all the joy and pleasure those lips have brought me. My
body takes over and I wrap my free hand around his neck. Pulling him
closer to me, we seal our mouths together, succumbing to the kiss
I’ve longed for since I last felt it. A kiss that is so perfect and
natural. It’s a kiss I could see myself giving and receiving for
the rest of
my life.
Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to
four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along
the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to
various activities or working her regular job, you can find her
sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped
out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s
addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking
books even more with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things
romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as
shown in her extensive collection of both.
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