Sunday, July 13, 2014

The Luckiest by Wendy Owens

 
 

  Once upon a time Mack enzie Phillips thought she’d found her happily ever after. She had married her high school sweethe art and had started her perfect family. But one tragic night Mac’s perfect life was ripped away fro m her, leaving her beautiful fairy tale existence i n ruins.

When everything worth living for is suddenly taken from you, how do you keep going? People told her how lucky she was j ust to be alive after that night, but she didn’t agree. 

Years passed with Mac living in a fog, until another unfortunate turn of events placed her world on its head once again. Now , still carrying the tender wounds of her past, thi s widow has to face the realities of life again.

Broken and truly alon e, she must find work. In walks her new employer, Dean Johnson, a guy who is just broken enough himse lf, that she thinks he might actually be able to understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bo nd with Dean may instead force her to face demons she isn’t yet ready to deal with.

**Contains mature mat erial including language and sex.



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Excerpt:

I glance in, but the box is dark inside all of the tissue paper. My hands retrieve the first item. “Buckeyes!” I exclaim.
“I can see why she’s your best friend.” Dean leans on one elbow, watching me explore the contents one by one.
I reach in, continuing to pull out items—a black ha ir scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one of my favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abb i Glines’s newest steamy romance. My cheeks go hot as Dean sees the cover, lifting his eyebrows.
“Well, I think that’s it,” I say, lifting the box, the sound of something shifting inside catching my attention. “Oh, there’s something else.” I reach in, and as I do, I can feel Dean’s eyes loc ked on me. I feel something long and cool slip into my hand. Locking my fingers around it, I let the box f all away. Instantly, I see Dean straighten up, a ha lf- cocked grin on his face.
Much to my horror, I look down to see a pink rubber penis-shaped device in my hand. I freeze, but my cheeks are on fire. All I can think about is the di fferent ways I am going to torture Monica before I kill her.
“I can explain,” I begin. I’ll tell him she’s crazy —like actually certifiable.
He’s still grinning at me as he gives me a slight n od. He closes the gap between us even more.
“You know, I can help with that,” he offers, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s serious, or perhaps maybe I’m wishing.
“You think I’m that easy?” I hit the ball squarely back to him. I consider licking my lips, but worry that may be over the top. I’m looking directly at him, a nd damn, he’s incredible.
“A guy can hope.” He pauses, playfully lifting an e yebrow. “Can’t he?” I grin. In fact, I can’t do anything but grin. He m oves closer, and I glance down, realizing I’m still holding the device. My breath hitches, but he still moves c loser. He’s facing me, never moving those gorgeous blue eyes away from me. He slides his arm around my waist, and as he presses himself against me, I’m sure I can feel an erection. This surprises me, and my hand releases the dildo, which falls to the flo or with a thud.
“What’s wrong? Can’t contain your excitement around me?” he whispers, his breath warm on my neck, just below my ear. My mouth is watering, my heartbeat quickens, and my head is now spinning. I pull back, the distance giving me a slight bit of clarity. The idea of this kind of pleasure is tempting. The bulge in his jea ns tells me he is interested.
In an attempt to casually conceal the pink rubber s haft, I use the toe of my platform sandals to kick it under a nearby chair. Dean cocks a brow, his face s hifts, and he laughs softly.
“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Did you just kick a dick under a chair?” He’s stil l laughing.
“Watch it, or I might make a habit of it.”
“Ouch,” he hisses, then winces, grabbing himself as if he were imagining the attack.
My eyes dart past his shoulder, where Storm is comi ng up the stairs. She has on her headphones, starin g at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, in dicating we’re no longer alone. I shift, moving to walk past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me into his gras p.
“We’ll continue this later,” he promises. He takes my hand and leads me past Storm and out of the bus without a word. I wonder if she can tell what had b een transpiring from the look on my face.
As we move around the side of the bus, I feel his h and shift to the small of my back. It’s like he kno ws all the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insan e.

About The Author:&nb sp;

Connect with Wendy O wens:
Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University , Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. After several years of creating and selling her own artwo rk she gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s becom e a passion ever since. Wendy now happily spends he r days writing the stories her characters guide her t o tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know wher e that might lead. Her first series, The Guardians, i s a YA fantasy series about angel and human hybrids.
Since then she has branched into NA Contemporary Ro mance and released titles to include Stubborn Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next rom ance, The Luckiest is scheduled to be released in July 2014.
When she’s not writing, this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their three amazing kids, and two pups. She loves to cook and is a film fanatic.

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