Title: Something More
Author: Jenna Tyler
Release Date: April 11, 2014
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Rebecca Michaels
has finally grown tired of her monotonous life and is ready to make a drastic
change. Now that her daughter, Charlie, is away at college, there has never
been a more perfect time to make it
happen.
Packing up and
leaving behind all she's ever known, she eagerly ventures out in search
of what the world, outside of this dull town, has in store for
her.
When she first
encounters Andrew Chambers, a mysteriously sexy and seemingly wealthy stranger,
she doesn't think she will ever stand a chance with someone like him.
Little does she know just how wrong she is or how fierce an attraction the two
of them would immediately share. Although, lavish attention and on-demand
orgasms are not something she's going to complain about, the speed and
intensity with which Andrew pursues her is almost more than she can
handle.
Rebecca Michaels
wanted an adventure, but the one that awaits her isn't necessarily what
she had in mind.
Drew
drives us up the coast. The views are astonishing. I thought he
wouldn't be taking us far, but it seems I was wrong. About an hour goes
by and he finally pulls off of the road. It doesn't look like much to
me. “What are we doing?” I
ask.
“We are
going to go to a scenic spot, as I said. But it's a little further up
the hill. We will have to walk from here. You might want to put your other
shoes back on.” I frown. I don't want to put those things
back on. My feet are happy being out of shoes. I take a deep breath and let out
a sigh.
Reaching into the
back seat, I find my shoes and socks. They are still sweaty. Note to
self…bring extra socks next time. “Ugh. This is
gross.” He laughs a little. Scrunching up my face in disgust, I pull
on my sweaty socks and I just want to gag. It feels so nasty. I get my shoes on
and look at him, all gorgeous and perfect. It's not fair.
“Come.
I'm excited for you to see this.”
My brain lingers on
that first word for a moment. Get your mind out of the gutter,
Becca.
We head up the hill
and through the trees, hand-in-hand. It makes me smile. I follow his lead
around rocks and limbs. I can hear the ocean below. It sounds so serene and
beautiful. The sound seems to get closer as we continue on. About twenty
minutes into our little hike, the trees seem to part and there before me is the
most magical view. My breath hitches. “Oh my. This is absolutely
breathtaking.”
Out of the corner
of my eye, I can see that he is looking at me and not the scene before us. I
want to look at him, but I can't take my eyes off of the view.
“How did you ever find this?” I vaguely hear him smile. At
least, I think that's what it
was.
“I
came across it on one of my hikes. I sometimes hike off the path and this is
what I found. I come here once in a while to relax or think. No one ever
bothers me here.” I tear my eyes away from the view to look for a
spot to sit and maybe a tree to lean back
against.
Drew sees what
I'm looking for so he ushers me over to a spot and we sit down
together. It’s the perfect spot. He puts his arm around me and pulls
me in close. I fight the urge to rest my head on his chest because I
don't want to skew my view. Instead, I place my hand on his leg and
just lean in. “Thank you for bringing me here. It's
perfect,” I whisper.
“The
pleasure is all mine, Rebecca.”
After what seems
like hours, I think my butt has fallen asleep so I shift. Yep, it's
numb and tingly. Ouch. I grimace and lean over and rub it. Drew looks down at
me with a grin.
“Problem?”
I look up at him
with a scrunched up nose. “Er. Yeah. My butt's asleep and it
hurts.”
He chuckles.
“Well, we can't have that now, can we? Do you need help
waking it up?” he says with a wicked smirk. I roll my eyes at him,
although the thought of him rubbing my backside does sound
appealing.
“Maybe
not this time. Walking back to the truck should help get some life back into
it.” He stands and offers his hand to help me up. I take it and he
pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. There's nothing like his
touch to make me forget everything. I snake my arms around his neck and pull
him in tighter. Our lips part and our tongues find each other once again. A
little moan escapes me as our tongues find a rhythm. It suddenly hits me that I
do not want to have sex on a first date... or maybe even on the second date. I
have to stop this kiss or I will be having sex here in the bushes, with a numb
butt, in broad daylight.
I pull away,
panting and breathless, stepping back several feet. He is in the same state
I'm in, but he seems a little confused. “Sorry,” I
say. “If we continue like that, I might end up doing things
I'm not quite ready to do. I just don't think sex on the first
date is my cup of tea.” He smiles and steps towards me like he
wasn't done. I hold out my arm to stop his approach. His smile gets
wider. Oh my. He's so fucking
gorgeous.
“Did you
hear what I said?” I ask firmly. Drew continues to approach me.
“I'm serious, Drew. Do I need to go get my pepper
spray?” I question, only half
joking.
He
stops, arms up as if to surrender. “Okay. I'll
stop…for now. But I can tell that you want
more.”
I
flush. “Maybe so, but not tonight. Not on a first date. I'm
not a tramp.”
“I
wouldn't think any less of you, but I can feel this pull between us.
It's not a normal feeling people have and you are an extraordinary
woman. There is no way I could ever think of you as a tramp.”
I smile shyly.
“Thank you, but I would still feel better if we waited, at least
until tomorrow,” I challenge.
He raises his
eyebrows, and then twists his expression to a wicked one. My core twitches at
the thought of what he could do to me. I raise an eyebrow at him. We laugh and
head back to the Hummer, hand-in-hand. As has become customary, he opens the
door for me and I settle in. I watch his smooth movements as he walks around to
his side. He hops in and starts the truck, getting the air blowing. He looks
over at me with a look on his face.
Frustration?
“Tomorrow,
huh?” he teases, and we chuckle
again.
“Well, I
can't give you all the goods in one day, Mr. Chambers. I have to give
you something to look forward to. Thrill of the chase and all that.”
He grins and leans over to kiss me again, just a quick one this
time.
“Oh,
I think there is plenty to look forward to, Ms. Michaels. Plenty.”
With a childish grin on his face, he puts his arm across the back of my seat
and turns to look out the back window to back out. He pulls out of the lot and
we head back to the
interstate.
- I am EXTREMELY
sarcastic. You don’t know if I’m really a bitch or
not...which I totally am. My sense of humor doesn’t always register
with others, but I get a kick out of
myself.
-
My first book boyfriend was Edward Cullen. I hadn’t read a book in
about 15 years before my daughter insistently persisted that I read Twilight.
Once I started, I couldn’t put them down. I read them all in 5 days
and then reread them a week later. It opened up a whole new world for me. I
started out all vampy going from Vampire Diaries to Sookie Stackhouse to every
other vampire book I could get a hold of. I still love my vamps. And then came
50. That was the series that put smut on my radar and I haven’t
looked back since. (I crave
Gavin)
- Reality TV...well
TV in general, but reality TV is a lifeline. I was raised watching TV and my
mom is more addicted to it than I am (apparently it’s possible). I
seriously watch tons of it.
- To go along with
#3, I’ve watched every season of The Real World (except one...Cancun)
from the very beginning and still watch them and the challenges. (I <3
CT)
- I missed my
calling to be a healthcare provider. I should’ve been a doctor or RN.
I love it and am quite knowledgeable in it. I should download a diploma and
just call myself a doctor. That’ll work right? I often wonder if some
of the doctors these days did
that.
-
I eat peanut butter (with syrup) on my pancakes, waffles, and French toast. If
you haven’t tried this, YOU MUST! Now my kids won’t eat
them any other way.
- I have 5 tattoos
and have at least 5 more I want to get. And my tramp stamp needs a touch-up
while my ankle probably needs a complete cover up. Also, I got my first one
when I was 17. Can you say illegal? Whoops. My
bad.
- I’m
usually honest...sometimes to a fault and sometimes a little too
harsh.
- I met some of my
favorite people online (and some I’d rather forget)
- I’m so
much cooler online. In person, I’m shy, usually quiet, and sometimes
awkward. Unless I know you, then it’s game
on.
- I won’t
lend out my actual books for fear of them getting bent, scratched, etc. A hurt
book is a sad book. But I will lend out Eat, Pray, Love (was good to read once,
not worth a reread)...go
figure.
- I’m
double-jointed *wink wink*
- The number 413
(my birthday) is weaved throughout my life in different ways. It is MY number
and I see it everywhere...usually daily. If you pay attention, you’ll
notice it in my books in some form or
fashion.
I was born and
raised in South/Central Florida. Currently residing in Texas, I love spending
time with my fur-baby, Roxy… and sometimes my kids (when they
behave). I enjoyed writing poems as a teenager, but it was short-lived. I
didn’t become an avid reader until… Twilight and became
obsessed. My passion for reading led to stories and characters nagging at me.
Then a friend suggested I write it out and have now released my debut novel,
Something More.
I'm
currently writing another novel and short story for an
anthology.
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