I thought I’d share a little something I wrote for this weeks edition of Wildfire, the All Romance eBooks Newsletter. (Reposted with permission) It’s called Breathe.
Breathe, I told myself. Just Breathe.
Itâ€™s funny how things that you normally do without conscious effort become all but impossible when your world crashes in on you. I remembered it being that way when my mother died, I remembered it being that way when I found out that my ex-husband was cheating on me, and I remembered it happening the day that I had the accident in Yosemite, the day that a pack of wild wolves sprang from the woods, cutting across the trail Iâ€™d been hiking, the day that he found me. And now, he was here.
â€œAllison!â€ he shouted from behind me. I could tell that he was close. I quickened my step, my heart pounding a staccato beat that matched the sounds of my frantic steps. I raced down the stairs in my high-heeled black pumps, praying that I wouldnâ€™t trip and fall.
When I rounded the corner to my office I had my keys in my hand. Only my hand was shaking. I couldnâ€™t get the key in the lock.
Allison?â€ he said quietly.
I closed my eyes.
â€œYou said you were from Dallas,â€ I whispered. â€œYou said you were a Lawyer.â€
The corridor was teaming with students, co-eds in their late teens and early twenties that had come here to learn. Boys and girls who placed their faith in teachersâ€¦teachers like me. My stomach lurched. I swallowed down the bile that had risen up in my throat, slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. Before I could close it, his boot was there. Those same God damned black cowboy boots that I saw when I first came to on that trail back in the woods.
â€œI said I worked for a law-firm in Dallas. It was true. Last summer I worked for my uncle in Dallas and stayed with him. Let me in Aly. People are going to wonderâ€”â€
That did it. For better or for worse, I stepped back and Jake Madison crossed the threshold, all six-one and one hundred, eighty pounds of him. Jake was all muscle and sinew. His body was beautiful and hard and I knew it well. I knew how it looked, I knew how it smelled, I knew how it tasted and I knew how it responded to my touch.
I placed my hands behind my back and moved to the far wall.
â€œI canâ€™t believe this is happening,â€ I gasped. â€œYou canâ€™t be a college student.â€
Jake smiled that big lop-sided grin of his and wagged his finger at me. â€œYou said that you taught at a college in southern California. That was a lie, I called every one. None of them had a professor Connelly.
â€œConnelly is my maiden name, Jake. I used to be Allison Robinson. I was offered this job at the last minute,â€ I explained, â€œwhen Deborah Marshall decided not to come back from maternity leave. How old are you, Jake?â€
â€œTwenty-one,â€ he said, moving closer his steps fluid and confident. â€œTwenty-two in a few weeks.â€
â€œTwenty-one,â€ I repeated, trying to let it sink in.
â€œYes, maâ€™am,â€ he said, as he placed his hands on the wall on either side of me. â€œNow, shut up and kiss me.â€
I reached out and placed my hand on his chest. Iâ€™d meant to push him away, honest I did. But somehow my hand developed a mind of itâ€™s own and it took a detour, trailing down over Jakeâ€™s stomach. It quivered expectantly under his tight white t-shirt.
â€œI never should have let you in this door. I want you to leave,â€ I told him, my voice was breathless and rough with want, even to my own ears it sounded like a lie.
â€œYou shouldnâ€™t have let me in the door? I never should have let you go. You want me, Iâ€™ll give you thatâ€¦â€ he murmured.
His mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from mine. â€œJake,â€ I gasped, as he took my hand and slid it down over the bulge in his jeans.
â€œKiss me,â€ he demanded.
â€œYouâ€™re a student,â€ I reminded him. Or, maybe I was reminding myself.
He deftly moved one of my hands around to the back of his neck and the other around his waist, then he stepped closer still, crushing me to him in a way that reminded me of everything that I wanted, everything that Iâ€™d missed for the last few months, everything that I thought Iâ€™d never have again and couldnâ€™t take now.
â€œI canâ€™t. Itâ€™s wrong.â€ I closed my eyes. Wishing, praying that things could be different.
â€œItâ€™s not wrong. Iâ€™m not your student. I didnâ€™t get into the class. I was going to try to crash. I was every bit as surprised to see you as you were to see me, Allison. Our relationship pre-dates you coming here. No one can accuse you of anything,â€ he reasoned.
â€œYouâ€™re being naÃ¯ve. One week of good sexâ€”â€
â€œGreat, mind-blowing sex,â€ he corrected.
I couldnâ€™t help but smile and agree. â€œOkay, great, mind-blowing sex. Thatâ€™sâ€¦thatâ€™s not a relationship.â€
â€œNo?â€ he asked, his hand gliding down over my hip, past my thigh. He gingerly began to gather up the edge of my skirt.
â€œNo,â€ I replied.
His calloused fingertips were tracing the tops of my silk stockings, exploring. â€œMaybe not,â€ he agreed, brushing him lips across mine, his tongue darting out to tease my bottom lip. â€œBut it was something, and it could be more.â€
â€œMuch, much more. It could be a great beginning,â€ Jake whispered. â€œCome on, Aly. Donâ€™t push me away. Donâ€™t let this chance pass us by. People wait their entire lives for the right person to come along. What if youâ€™re it? What if Iâ€™m it? I know youâ€™re still getting over a bad relationship. I know that Iâ€™m asking you to take a big risk here butâ€”â€
â€œJake? Shut up and kiss me.â€
â€œOh, honey, Iâ€™m going to do much more than that,â€ he groaned, the deep timber of his smooth voice washing over me like a warm evening rain, removing the grime from my past and giving me something fresh, something I thought Iâ€™d lost foreverâ€¦hope.
As his lips neared mine, Breathe, I told myself. Just Breathe.
Wanting a bit more of Allison and Jake? Look for Book 4 of Samantha Sommersbyâ€™s Forbidden Series, Forbidden: The Temptation.
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Samantha Sommersby was first published in 2005 and has now left what she used to call her “real life” day job to pursue writing and working in the publishing industry full-time. Sam’s background in the psychiatric field is apparent in her work and allows her to bring a unique perspective to her characters and stories. She loves to spend the day in her office creating, spinning rich tales and weaving together interesting plots. Her aim is to create a hero that will literally sweep a reader off her feet.
She currently lives in Southern California with her husband of seventeen years, her fourteen year old son, and her cocker spaniel, Buck. Her husband is a social worker who works with abused children. He’s an avid sailor who loves to surf, and you’ll find bits of him in every hero that Sam has ever written. Her son is wonderfully sensitive, with a sarcastic sense of humor. He plays the piano, composes his own music, is a competitive fencer, and worships video games.
On the rare occasion when Sam manages to set aside some play time for herself, you’ll most likely find her reading a book, at the movies, or out wine tasting (she collects California Cabernets).
To date she’s been publishing with Linden Bay Romance and is extremely pleased to be a part of their family of authors.