Author Morgan Paige has had more than her share of ups and downs; but can a long-term affair turn into something more, or will the flame smolder only to be fanned by a new love?
After a horrendous Valentine's Day nightmare, and a hot and steamy reunion, Morgan and Ricky part ways only to have Ricky show up several months later asking her to wait for him. The problem is, Morgan has already been waiting for years. How much is too much? Will their romance survive yet another separation or will someone new fill the aching hole in her heart?
Shimmying back out of the outhouse, Morgan looked cautiously towards her truck and then to the cabin, trying to weigh her options before taking off in a mad dash for the door at the front of the cabin. A deep growl was the only warning she got as a huge wolf launched itself out of darkness.
Lying there for quite some time, Ricky eventually was able to clear his mind enough to let the soft sound of Morgan’s slumber lull him to sleep too. Clutching her tight, he mumbled, “I love you so much. I don’t want to ever lose you.”
Upon arriving at the airport, he paid the driver and walked stoically to the terminal. Checking that the flight was on time, he took a seat pulling a hidden book from his carry-on. Allowing himself a brief smile at the picture on the inside cover, he began to read her latest book – the one about him.
Unable to help himself, his slick soapy hands slipped up between her legs cleansing her most intimate area, paying careful attention to each reaction she offered. As he looked upward, water streaming from his hair, her smoldering gaze transfixed him. Rinsing his hands, he gently nudged her legs apart. The lingering scent of sweet pea tantalized his senses.
Folding everything neatly into the bag, she noticed a small square box on the comforter up between the pillows. Picking up the box she flipped open the lid, gasping in awe she admired the small gold ring that housed a miniature wolf howling at the moon. Unchecked tears fell from her eyes as she turned to where Ricky stood in the doorway.
His large hands took the glass from her and set it on the cabinet before settling on her shoulders. Gently, he turned her to face him. “It’s ok Morgan. Come here.” He gathered her into his arms and pulled her snug against his chest. Holding her tight, he soothingly stroked her back. Tears she didn’t know she released ran unchecked down her face to soak his shirtfront. “You know you’re going to have to call him; it’s only fair.”
“That’s right, you’re a writer.” He smiled, genuinely impressed. “I’m the local handyman otherwise known as the electrician. If you need to get wired, I’m your man!”
Morgan squirmed and screamed out as he tickle-tortured her to submission. Finally, he captured her hands and secured them above her head, holding them in one of his own large hands. Taking the wet towel, he touched her nose and slowly, painstakingly trailed it down to her neck and into the valley between her heaving breasts.
About the author:
Angel Wolfe was born in Muscatine, Iowa and learned to read by the age of three. When she was five, she moved with her family to northwest New Mexico where by the time she reached the age of eleven, she began reading romance novels pilfered from her mother.
In high school, Angel often sat with the textbook open and a romance novel sitting inside it. After high school, she began writing stories in notebooks because she didn't own a typewriter.
Later, Angel neared completion of her first novel, Damaged Hearts but she couldn't bring herself to end it (until recently!) Since that time, she has written four short stories, a contemporary holiday novella, a historical romance novel, a contemporary novel ,and is nearing completion on a paranormal romance novel.
When she's not writing or curled up with a book or watching college football, Angel loves to go to local dirt tracks and watch racing. One of her greatest dreams is to find herself listed on the New York Times bestsellers list.
Angel still lives in New Mexico with her husband, her son, and her dog, a little Muppet with teeth, otherwise known as Rusty.