Title: My First, My Last
Publication Date: July 21, 2014
Genre:
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Wordcount: Approx. 79,000
Publisher: MyLit Publishing
Format: eBook
and Paperback
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Fate has kept them apart for twenty years.
Their roads hadn't crossed and the stars didn't align until now...
Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia's life to reclaim his first love.
And the moment she sees him she can't even remember her own name.
Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia's heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she'd lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.
But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.
Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?
Their roads hadn't crossed and the stars didn't align until now...
Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia's life to reclaim his first love.
And the moment she sees him she can't even remember her own name.
Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia's heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she'd lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.
But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.
Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?
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EXCERPT
Stepping over the threshold, within inches
of his reach, I removed my shoes and waited. He simply pulled me inside,
shutting the door, and set the wine bottle and my purse aside on the hall
table.
His silence buzzed through me with
pleasurable tingles.
He cupped my face, tilting my head to the
side. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. Adrian’s mouth brushed mine and
my hands fell to my sides. His lips traced along the bow of my upper lip before
his tongue dipped inside. I opened wider. He slowly walked backward. My foot
brushed against his every few steps. Keeping my eyes closed, I followed
wherever he led me until a hard surface touched my back. By this point there
was nothing innocent about the way his mouth was dominating me. I heard myself
moan and whimper pure lust with each breath. My hand lowered to his jeans and
curved around his arousal, stroking the hard length underneath. I wasn’t sure
what came over me, but I was so desperate for him, for us, I could no longer
control my body. His hips pressed in as he groaned inside my mouth.
When he pulled away, his gaze bored through
me with penetrating heat. If he had wanted to, he could have melted those
buttons right off my dress. Adrian took me by my waist and lifted me up to the
kitchen counter. His fingers slowly trailed down my nose, over my lips and
chin, and then along the middle of my neck and upper swell of my breasts until
he reached the buttons on my dress. My chest swelled, and all I could think
about was how fast he could get this dress off me. With each passing second I
found it more difficult to breathe. The fabric was restraining me as if I were
locked away in a coffin.
Unfasten
these damned buttons! my mind screamed, but my
mouth couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
But the eager fingers from our teens now
had unbelievably arousing patience and experience. Adrian undid the top button
open and I looked down, following the movement of his hands.
He stole a lingering kiss again, and then
flicked open one button after another, trailing a downward path until he
reached the hem. Parting the fabric to the sides, he took me in, slowly
scanning my body.
“You wore white the first time we made
love.”
“I know.”
Everything inside me turned and twisted
into knots of nerves. As he watched me, my chest tightened inside yet swelled
on the outside. The heat coming off his breath and skin was too much and not
enough at the same time. My cleavage and stomach were partly exposed for him,
and I couldn’t help but hold my breath.
The skim of his fingers down my arms as he
admired every inch of my skin sent beautiful tingles through my body. Adrian
seemed in no hurry. I grasped the hem of his shirt, lifted it up and off his
torso, and then pushed my dress from underneath me and moved it to the side. It
fluttered to the ground, freeing my hips and legs.
And as we stared at each other, I knew that
there was no one else I had ever wanted more than him. He was the soulmate I’d
once lost and been lucky enough to find again. That little piece of my heart
I’d locked him away in had begun expanding the moment he reappeared in my life.
Looking at him now, I couldn’t believe how
much his body had changed over the past twenty years. I held my breath,
admiring the marvel of a man he’d become. His naturally toned torso and
sun-kissed skin mesmerized me. The tattoo weaving up his upper arm hid beyond
his shoulder and all I could think about was the need for my tongue to trace
those dark lines and for my lips to kiss the new patterns inked over his skin.
I wanted to throw myself at his hips, wrap my legs around him, and feel him
dive into me. How in the world did he have so much control? Or did he do this
on purpose? It was as if he compelled me to inspect his pecs and abs and that
beautiful path, sprinkled with a shadow of hair, that led beyond the buckle of
his pants, just to excite me. I devoured his taut body as he leaned forward,
splaying his hands against the counter at the side of my thighs. His thumbs
gently brushed against my hips. The flex of his arms and that sexy way he had
of focusing just on me—really, really looking at me—made me hungry for more
than just baked apples.
“There, that’s much better.” He leaned in
and kissed me. “Hi, Thumbelina.”
“Hello.”
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