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ONE TO KEEP By Tia Louise *unedited draft, subject to change* expected release March 2014 © 2014, Tia Louise
The condo is dim as I cross back to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Only one lamp is lit, and I go to the enormous glass windows to look out and wait. A few lights dot the downtown area. It’s either too early or too wintery for most people to be out. With the tip of my finger, I touch the cold glass and try to imagine where he is right now. How much longer he’ll work. When he’ll be here with me… A noise at the door causes me to turn, and my chest squeezes when I see him standing in the doorway. His heavy grey overcoat makes him look even taller than six-two, his shoulders even broader. His dark hair is longer than usual, and it just touches his collar in gentle waves. Vibration hums under my skin as I watch him silently, my fingers curl with longing to touch him, slide through that hair. He shrugs off the top coat and hooks it on the rack, and I almost sigh audibly when I recognize the suit he’s wearing. It’s the same one from all those nights ago when I would gaze at him on my laptop screen. Back then I only had my memories and my hands. Now I have the real thing. Gorgeous. He doesn’t see me, doesn’t even know I’m here, and it takes all my strength not to call out to him. I’m waiting, wanting him to see me first. The entry light is on, and his attention is occupied by the stack of mail in his hand. I can see the tension in his lined brow, and even his shoulders appear tight. Touching my lips with my tongue, I have an idea for massaging that stress away, that luscious suit in a pile on the floor, my mouth covering his skin with kisses. I remember the band holding up my hair and quickly pull it out. My long, dark waves sweep over my shoulders at the exact moment his eyes rise. Beautiful blue eyes meet mine, and the center of my body turns to hot liquid. My arm drops, parting the robe, revealing a peek of my nude body underneath, and his confusion is quickly replaced by desire. Without a word, he tosses the letters on the table and shrugs out of the suit coat. He crosses the dining area fast, and I can barely breathe as he approaches, removing more clothing with each step. Tie off, his fingers unfasten buttons. He’s in front of me, shirt open, undershirt the only thing between his skin and mine. It’s possible I’ll come the moment we touch, but I snatch the edge of the thin white tank and push it up his lined torso, pressing my lips against his heated flesh. Large hands are inside the robe, sliding down my bare skin, and a little cry comes from my throat when he grips my ass lifts. I’m off my feet in a sweep, weightless in his arms. My back is pressed against the cold glass, and my breasts are flat against his bare chest. His waist is between my thighs, pressing, teasing, as his mouth muffles the noises coming from my throat. Firm lips push mine apart, and our tongues meet, his exploring my mouth hungrily. Our kisses are desperate, ravenous, and every time his hips push against my clit, fire surges hotter through my body. I need him inside me now. The only sounds are the little noises of pleasure coming from my throat, and his scent is all around me, flooding my senses. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to me as his soft lips and scratchy beard blaze a trail from my jaw down my neck to my breasts. I can’t help a moan as my head drops back against the glass. “Oh, god,” I gasp as he catches a straining nipple in his mouth and gives it a hard pull. The sensation registers directly between my legs to my core, and my insides tighten in anticipation. My hands are in his hair, pulling, threading the soft, dark locks, as his kisses climb back up my neck. He’s consuming me, pulling little bits of my skin between his teeth as he goes. “Now, baby. I need you now,” I whisper, begging. I can’t take much more of this before I explode. My thighs are already trembling and jerking, my inner muscles tight and aching…
✥✥✥ EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK!!! ✥✥✥
ONE TO PROTECT is coming soon, and Derek faces his biggest challenge yet…
Here’s an early peek to get you ready~
Add ONE TO PROTECT on Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1neSMkD
ONE TO KEEP By Tia Louise *unedited draft, subject to change* expected release March 2014 © 2014, Tia Louise
The condo is dim as I cross back to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Only one lamp is lit, and I go to the enormous glass windows to look out and wait. A few lights dot the downtown area. It’s either too early or too wintery for most people to be out. With the tip of my finger, I touch the cold glass and try to imagine where he is right now. How much longer he’ll work. When he’ll be here with me… A noise at the door causes me to turn, and my chest squeezes when I see him standing in the doorway. His heavy grey overcoat makes him look even taller than six-two, his shoulders even broader. His dark hair is longer than usual, and it just touches his collar in gentle waves. Vibration hums under my skin as I watch him silently, my fingers curl with longing to touch him, slide through that hair. He shrugs off the top coat and hooks it on the rack, and I almost sigh audibly when I recognize the suit he’s wearing. It’s the same one from all those nights ago when I would gaze at him on my laptop screen. Back then I only had my memories and my hands. Now I have the real thing. Gorgeous. He doesn’t see me, doesn’t even know I’m here, and it takes all my strength not to call out to him. I’m waiting, wanting him to see me first. The entry light is on, and his attention is occupied by the stack of mail in his hand. I can see the tension in his lined brow, and even his shoulders appear tight. Touching my lips with my tongue, I have an idea for massaging that stress away, that luscious suit in a pile on the floor, my mouth covering his skin with kisses. I remember the band holding up my hair and quickly pull it out. My long, dark waves sweep over my shoulders at the exact moment his eyes rise. Beautiful blue eyes meet mine, and the center of my body turns to hot liquid. My arm drops, parting the robe, revealing a peek of my nude body underneath, and his confusion is quickly replaced by desire. Without a word, he tosses the letters on the table and shrugs out of the suit coat. He crosses the dining area fast, and I can barely breathe as he approaches, removing more clothing with each step. Tie off, his fingers unfasten buttons. He’s in front of me, shirt open, undershirt the only thing between his skin and mine. It’s possible I’ll come the moment we touch, but I snatch the edge of the thin white tank and push it up his lined torso, pressing my lips against his heated flesh. Large hands are inside the robe, sliding down my bare skin, and a little cry comes from my throat when he grips my ass lifts. I’m off my feet in a sweep, weightless in his arms. My back is pressed against the cold glass, and my breasts are flat against his bare chest. His waist is between my thighs, pressing, teasing, as his mouth muffles the noises coming from my throat. Firm lips push mine apart, and our tongues meet, his exploring my mouth hungrily. Our kisses are desperate, ravenous, and every time his hips push against my clit, fire surges hotter through my body. I need him inside me now. The only sounds are the little noises of pleasure coming from my throat, and his scent is all around me, flooding my senses. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to me as his soft lips and scratchy beard blaze a trail from my jaw down my neck to my breasts. I can’t help a moan as my head drops back against the glass. “Oh, god,” I gasp as he catches a straining nipple in his mouth and gives it a hard pull. The sensation registers directly between my legs to my core, and my insides tighten in anticipation. My hands are in his hair, pulling, threading the soft, dark locks, as his kisses climb back up my neck. He’s consuming me, pulling little bits of my skin between his teeth as he goes. “Now, baby. I need you now,” I whisper, begging. I can’t take much more of this before I explode. My thighs are already trembling and jerking, my inner muscles tight and aching…
One to Hold (Derek & Melissa), 2013
One to Hold Series Book 1
Available Now
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"HOT! FUN! ENJOYABLE! 5 STARS!!! I highly recommend this story and can't wait to read more from Tia Louise!" --Aleatha Roming, NYT & USA Today bestselling author of the Consequences series
***WARNING: Mature themes, strong language and
sexual content. Recommended for adult readers (18+) only!***
Derek Alexander is a
retired Marine, ex-cop, and the top investigator in his field. Melissa Jones is
a small-town girl trying to escape her troubled past.
When the two intersect
in a bar in Arizona, their sexual chemistry is off the charts. But what is
revealed during their "one week stand" only complicates matters.
Because she'll do
everything in her power to get away from the past, but he'll do everything he
can to hold her.
(Standalone, M/F, HEA)
One to Keep (Patrick & Elaine)
One to Hold Series Book 2
Now Available
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WARNING: Mature themes, strong language and sexual content. Recommended for adult readers (18+) only!
There’s a new guy in
town...
“Patrick Knight, single, retired Guard-turned private investigator. I was a closer. A deal maker. I looked clients in the eye and told them I’d get their shit done. And I did...”
Patrick doesn’t do “nice.”
At least, not
anymore.
After his fiancée
cheats, he follows up with a one-night stand and a disastrous office hook-up.
His business partner (Derek Alexander) sends him to the desert to get his head
straight—and clean up the mess.
While there, Patrick
meets Elaine, and blistering sparks fly, but she’s not looking for any guy. Or
a long-distance relationship.
Patrick’s ready to
do anything to keep her, but just when it seems he’s changed her mind, the
skeletons from his past life start coming back.
(Standalone, M/F, HEA)
One to Protect
One to Hold Series Book 3
Expected Release: March 2014
WARNING: Recommended for adult readers (18+) only. Mature themes, strong language and sexual content.
Justice, revenge, retribution.
When Melissa's ex-husband Sloan manages to beat criminal charges, she stops believing he will ever pay for what he did. Derek Alexander will not accept that--a tiny silver scar won't let him forget, and he is determined to make the man who hurt his fiancee pay.
After exhausting all legal options, Derek is ready to take matters into his own hands. Until his partner Patrick Knight shows up with an unexpected solution...
Note: This stand-alone adult romance will be best understood if read following One to Hold and One to Keep.
Tia Louise is a
former journalist, world-traveler, and collector of beautiful men (who inspire
all of her stories... wink)—turned wife, mommy, and novelist.
She lives in the
center of the U.S.A.
with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she
hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public
locations…
It’s possible she
has a slight truffle addiction [IN THE KITCHEN]!!!
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