Synopsis
Bang...
One second: loud
music, dancing, laughing, fun, family, friends, love and everything...
Bang...
Next second:
screaming, running, crying, fear, pain, blood, loss and nothing...
Bang....
The events of one
night on Willow Island will irrevocably change the lives of so many forever.
Breesan Maxwell’s
ultimate downfall came that night after one kiss. The impenetrable wall
surrounding her fragile heart crumbled, and now the entirety of it belongs to
one man, Marcus Walker. Finally accepting his love along with those she denied
for years, Breesan finds that it is vital to her existence.
Better judgment and
commitments be damned, Marcus Walker succumbs to the one thing he vowed never
to do. Love found him that fateful night, but will his new happiness be lost
while he struggles to save the woman of his dreams. Heaved unwillingly into his
poisonous covert life, will she survive the threats of abductions, illegal
experimental drugs, and death?
Morgan Walker's
twisted family responsibilities will lead him to an ultimatum that shreds his
perfect plan apart. Promised one woman, intrigued by another, yet neither owns
him. Will the one woman who could redeem his narcissistic ways be lost to him
before he realizes that he suffers with a broken heart and needs her love?
Can these entangled
souls survive the relentless pursuits of unforeseen forces, stopping at nothing
to get what they desire? Or can Breesan, Morgan and Marcus push through their
fears and personal hells, fighting for what really matters most before All Is
Lost?
Excerpt
Marcus Walker
My heavy breathing
prevents me from speaking, but I don’t need to say a word. Her eyes lift up to
greet me, as if she could sense me before she could hear or see me. Wide gray
eyes melt into pools the second she realizes that I am really here. I bolt
across the room and clutch her delicate, warm body to mine. She nuzzles her
face into the crook of my neck, drawing in a deep breath and then relaxing into
me.
“I’m here now,
Baby.” I whisper against her cheek.
A silent sobbing
takes over and her entire body trembles from holding the grief in too long.
With my arms already engulfing her small body, I draw her tighter against my
chest. I glance up and see the guilty ass look plastered on Kole face,
confirming that they have told her the news and I am about to get my pissed off
on. Jerking my head toward the door, I silently suggest he can leave and that
he better take everyone with him.
After simply holding
me for a while in a tight embrace, she slowly pulls away and peers up at me
through matted eyelashes. Tenderly, I raise my hand up, cup her cheek, and
stroke my thumb over her bottom lip. Staring passionately into my eyes, she
softly kisses the pad of my thumb. My god, her full lips and sad eyes make me
want to kiss the hell out of her. But
I can’t take advantage of her when she’s hurting.
I slide my hand
under her chin, tipping it upward. My love for her grips hold of my soul and it
screams for me to handle her with care. Placing my forehead against hers, I
squeeze my eyes shut and force away the desire to ravage her on this damn
countertop. Being away from her was too much. I kiss her face, starting with
her forehead. My lips heat instantly connecting with her smooth skin. I breathe
in deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent. She slowly glides her hands up my
arms. Her fingernails scrape along my skin, sending shivers through every cell
in my body. My lips move along her forehead and down the side of her face where
I place several lingering kisses and I feel the grief flowing away with each
one. Moving down her neck, I slide my nose along the edge of her ear and kiss
her earlobe.
I need to taste her.
My tongue edges along her ear, retracing my path. Her deep gasp tells me that I
am taking her mind off of everything. A lustful moan rattles hard in my chest,
like a bullet just ripped through me, slicing my dark heart. Breesan is my
light in this dark and sinister world, bursting forth. It is her love alone
that brightens the evil pathway and draws my heart out of the eclipsing
blackness, dimmed by past relationships.
Needing more, I wind
my hands through her long dark curls and draw her closer, by digging my fingers
into her neck. The pressure isn’t enough to hurt her, but it is enough for her
to understand exactly what I must have. She spreads her legs apart and I take
up position between them. Caressing one hand down her back, I reach her hip and
grip it tightly and she comes willingly to me. I drag her to the edge of the
counter and press hard into her. Slow
down, I tell myself.
“You’re really
here,” Breesan says, believing it so, now that she’s out of her earlier haze.
She's panting hard and her heart rate matches mine. Wanting her to
know how much I missed her, I graze my mouth over her bottom lip, instantly
needing more. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her softly but it only adds
to my desire. Her lips move in unison with mine and our reunion becomes
scorching. I shouldn’t kiss her so passionately, during a time like this, but
she is everything. Thrusting her breast against my chest, Breesan opens her
mouth with a heavy moan. Hearing that sweet sound, I lose my mind and I take it
- roughly. I take every whimper, every grunt and every sigh, but it’s still not
enough. I want more.
While pushing my
rock solid hard-on between her widespread legs, I pull her by her sweet ass
brutally against me. She clinches her legs tightly, holding me against her
center tightly and I almost come apart. I feel her heating from our friction
and all I want at this very moment is to drop down on my knees and taste her.
Releasing the intense hold I have on her backside, I slip my hand around her
hip and graze over the top of her thigh. I can’t stop myself. I need to feel her.
Incapable of
processing a damn thought any longer, I take our relationship to a step we’ve
never been. I glide my hand between her legs and cup her, feeling her wetness
through her shorts. Throwing her head back, she groans and pushes forward,
against my hand.
“Ohmygod,” Her voice
is raspy with bliss.
I drop my eyes down
to where my fingers press into her, feeling my heart stall completely.
Mygod, watching her writhe on my hand is the most fucking intoxicating
thing I’ve ever seen, even with her fully dressed.
“Marcus, I need you
so much.” She says in a voice only meant for the bedroom.
Hearing her say my
name and telling me her needs while I’m getting her close to climax causes my
heart to squeeze so tight that I feel like it might explode. Clawing her nails
into my hair and pulling me down, she crashes my mouth on hers. In this kiss, I
give her my heart, my soul and everything that I am, confirming after being
away from her too damn long, that I am irrevocably in love with her.
She slips her hands
under my shirt, tracing up my stomach and stopping when she reaches my chest. She needs me too, I justify
practically screwing on the kitchen counter.
“Not in the
kitchen.” A playful voice sings, breaking up our reunion and I want to kill the
son of a bitch for interrupting us.
Stilling in my arms,
Breesan’s gray eyes snap open, piercing me with a combination of fear and
embarrassment that surges through them.
She whispers,
“Ohgod.”
“Hey you two
love-birds, I said, not in the kitchen. So knock it off.”
It is Sam barging in
that explains Breesan’s reaction. Because it is my sister and not one of the
guys she looks like she wants to crawl under a rock and hide. Looking at
Breesan’s swollen lips and tangled hair, I’m thankful that I didn’t go against
my promise and fuck her now. After everything that’s happened, it would be a
real bastardly move on my part.
Biography
New Adult Author of the All Series (four book series), book
one Be All released July 2013. Marie Wathen is a wife, mother of two, and
recently became a Lola (her version of grandmother). When she isn't writing her
other career is in law enforcement. Marie is a fourteen year veteran dispatcher
at her local Sheriff's Office. It is also where she met her husband Barry (he
is a police officer not an inmate). Born and currently living in Central
Alabama, she enjoys a serene life in the country, but lives for the excitement
of visiting large cities. Besides writing some of Marie's other passions
include reading, listening to music, dancing, traveling, family time with
southern home cooking and has admitted that she has a severe addiction to
Facebook. Although Marie has been a storyteller her entire life, Be All is her
first publication. Marie's genre includes, but is not limited to, Romantic
Suspense. Marie’s current projects include a Romantic Paranormal Thriller
series and she is collaborating on a Love Story Anthology, both releasing in
2014.
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