Whats Left Of Me, Amanda Maxlyn
Book Summary
Life works in mysterious ways.
Four
years ago I became known as the girl with cancer.
I refuse to cry.
And
I refuse to give in.
A relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now, but one night with Parker changes everything. He is persistent, and he knows what he wants. Me.
A relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now, but one night with Parker changes everything. He is persistent, and he knows what he wants. Me.
He
doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.
But
he doesn’t know, and I’m not ready to tell him.
What if it changes everything?
Tragedy found me when I was seventeen.
What if it changes everything?
Tragedy found me when I was seventeen.
Love
found me when I was twenty-one.
My name is Aundrea McCall, and this is my journey.
My name is Aundrea McCall, and this is my journey.
Teaser
I’m grateful when I reach the door to the ladies room that there
isn’t anyone around. I reach for the handle when I hear from behind me, “Not
going to use the men’s room again?” I know that sexy voice. It’s the same one
as earlier this evening in this same area.
With my heart picking up pace, I turn around smiling sweetly, “No,
I’m going to sit down and pee this time.” My smile spreads a little wider and I
say a silent thanks to sweet baby Jesus for letting me find my voice this time.
He doesn’t respond. He just steps closer to me with the corner of
his lips spreading upward.
I don’t breathe.
I can’t breathe. Not when he is this close.
God he smells amazing. Like a mixture of spice and mint. Maybe a
hint of beer too. It's the type of scent that would awaken a primal desire
within any female, and good God do I feel awakened.
“You ran off before I could thank you for the dance earlier.” No,
thank you. His voice is a faint whisper and his face is now so close that
our noses are almost touching. I glance down at his very attractive red lips
just as the corners of his mouth move up into the most beautiful smile. Shit.
He knows I’m looking at his lips.
I’m transfixed by him. In this very moment, I would do whatever he
said or answer to any name he called; even if it was one of those fluffy names
like baby or princess. All I can think about is the desire flowing through my
body for those lips to be on mine. I would take him in this hallway. There I
said it. Or, did I think it?
Do something.
Anything!
I look back at his lips.
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