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Book: Chasing Paige
Author: Tiffany Janine (pen name for T.J West)
Cover Designed by: Cover to Cover Designs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Paige Turner - A 28 year old widow who owns a bookstore called Chasing Pages meets someone unexpectedly after two years of her husband’s death. Little does she know he's the one who writes her favorite novels and has a secret he is keeping from her. James Diamond Parker AKA J.D. Parker - is a horror novelist who is having a signing at Paige's book store. The first glimpse of Paige and he instantly feels a connection with her. Love begins to brew between the two of them, yet there is something James is keeping from Paige, something that will change everything between them. Will the secret destroy their newly founded love, or tie them closer together?
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I’ve had such a
wonderful time with her tonight, time simply didn’t exist. “Come, let’s get
going.” After she grabs her purse, I again take hold of her hand and lead us
back to the car. We become quiet, as we get closer. For the life of me, I’m not
ready to take her home. I feel this night shouldn’t end. I don’t want it to.
Before I open the passenger door for her, I swing her little body up against
the car, and take control of the moment. I palm her beautiful face and connect
our lips. In an instant, her arms wrap around my middle and she squeezes me. Good,
God, I could take her right now. I hear a slight whimper as our
tongues ravish each other and it only makes me deepen the kiss. She feels so
good. The aftertaste of wine blending in with mine does crazy things down
below. Our bodies melt into one as we continue kissing. I bite, and suckle that
bottom lip of hers, I’m not so sure I’ll ever have enough of her. I could do
this forever.
wonderful time with her tonight, time simply didn’t exist. “Come, let’s get
going.” After she grabs her purse, I again take hold of her hand and lead us
back to the car. We become quiet, as we get closer. For the life of me, I’m not
ready to take her home. I feel this night shouldn’t end. I don’t want it to.
Before I open the passenger door for her, I swing her little body up against
the car, and take control of the moment. I palm her beautiful face and connect
our lips. In an instant, her arms wrap around my middle and she squeezes me. Good,
God, I could take her right now. I hear a slight whimper as our
tongues ravish each other and it only makes me deepen the kiss. She feels so
good. The aftertaste of wine blending in with mine does crazy things down
below. Our bodies melt into one as we continue kissing. I bite, and suckle that
bottom lip of hers, I’m not so sure I’ll ever have enough of her. I could do
this forever.
My eyes stay closed, our
noses touch, and our lips slightly disconnect when I breathe out and tell her,
“Come back to my place. I’m not ready to let you go just yet. Please.” Our
breathing and the beating of our hearts are all that I’m hearing. I pray she
comes home with me.
noses touch, and our lips slightly disconnect when I breathe out and tell her,
“Come back to my place. I’m not ready to let you go just yet. Please.” Our
breathing and the beating of our hearts are all that I’m hearing. I pray she
comes home with me.
As I keep my hands
cradling her face, she brings her hands up, and wraps them around my wrists.
Her breath lands on my lips when she answers back, “I’m not sure…this is going
way too fast.”
cradling her face, she brings her hands up, and wraps them around my wrists.
Her breath lands on my lips when she answers back, “I’m not sure…this is going
way too fast.”
As much as I want to
take her to my bed, I don’t want to scare her off. I want to do this right. If
she’s not ready, then I’ll wait as long as need be. Kissing her lightly on the
lips I say, “I promise, if you’re not ready, we won’t do anything but talk.”
take her to my bed, I don’t want to scare her off. I want to do this right. If
she’s not ready, then I’ll wait as long as need be. Kissing her lightly on the
lips I say, “I promise, if you’re not ready, we won’t do anything but talk.”
“That’s the problem. I
don’t think I’m going to want to just talk.”
don’t think I’m going to want to just talk.”
“And that’s a bad
thing?”
thing?”
“Very.” She nods.
Looking up into my eyes, I see the hesitance, yet I feel the fire between us.
“My body is reacting faster than my brain. It has a mind of its own, and if I
go with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Looking up into my eyes, I see the hesitance, yet I feel the fire between us.
“My body is reacting faster than my brain. It has a mind of its own, and if I
go with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Then don’t stop,” I
whisper. My hands move away from her face, and travel down to her hips, pulling
her forward against my body, and kissing her once again. She moans inside my
mouth and immediately snakes her hands behind my head, deepening the kiss. No
doubt, she wants this as much as I do. Once our lips part, our foreheads remain
touching. “I’m not ready for this night to be over.”
whisper. My hands move away from her face, and travel down to her hips, pulling
her forward against my body, and kissing her once again. She moans inside my
mouth and immediately snakes her hands behind my head, deepening the kiss. No
doubt, she wants this as much as I do. Once our lips part, our foreheads remain
touching. “I’m not ready for this night to be over.”
She sighs, “Don’t you
have to be up early for the airport?”
have to be up early for the airport?”
“I’m an early riser
anyways. And a night owl.” I smirk.
anyways. And a night owl.” I smirk.
“James–– ”
I cut her off by placing
my finger on her lips. “Don’t make me beg. Come back to my suite.” What
happened with letting this ride out and not wanting to scare her off?
Pressuring her is the last thing I want, but my gut is telling me to not let
her get away. Once I’m on that plane, who knows when we’ll see each other next?
With all my signings, and TV appearances it could be a month before she’s in my
arms again.
my finger on her lips. “Don’t make me beg. Come back to my suite.” What
happened with letting this ride out and not wanting to scare her off?
Pressuring her is the last thing I want, but my gut is telling me to not let
her get away. Once I’m on that plane, who knows when we’ll see each other next?
With all my signings, and TV appearances it could be a month before she’s in my
arms again.
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