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A simple touch, or a softly spoken word in his ear, and he was at her feet, purring like a punk-ass kitten. Trent vowed he would convince her to stay because he planned to use his mouth, his tongue, his dick, his love for her—anything at his disposal.
So finally, when she took her first step around the corner and caught his eyes, he nearly rammed through passengers to grab her. Instead, he steadied his feet and waited for her to come closer. A smirk played across his lips as she cocked a brow. Huffing her carry-on over her shoulder, she sped up until they were face to face.
Trent took in her form-hugging white shorts, extremely high heels, and gold silk top. He could think of nothing other than those garments forming a messy pile on his bedroom floor. Her soft springy curls were pulled back with a hair tie and Trent’s first move was to reach out and free those curls.
Teal didn’t speak as she turned her head to the side to help him ease the tie from her hair. Dark, plush curls bounced around her round face as dark eyes greeted his. She’d lost some weight and Trent’s first goal was to feed her ass, and feed her well. Healthy shit of course, since she suffered from high blood pressure. He wanted to keep her healthy, yet he desired those luscious curves too. But at that moment, he realized it didn’t really matter what size she ended up. He was in love with her, no matter what.
Teal dropped the bag at his feet. “So, you make me come all the way here, and you couldn’t meet me closer when I got off the plane? I guess you didn’t miss me that much after all.” Her soft voice and teasing tone belied her stern expression, which soon turned into a pout.
Trent leaned in and nipped her bottom lip, tasting her cherry Chapstick. His chest rumbled, and his voice was low and full of desire. “Woman, shut up and get your ass in my truck, before I yank them shorts down and show all of these people in this airport just how much I missed you.” Pulling her close, he allowed her to feel his desire, and the fact he was actually seconds from doing just what he’d said.
Her soft gasp had his dick jumping in his pants. Her breaths quickened as she placed her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his body. “Brut.” Her words held no vehemence. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
Trent’s chest tightened at her words. She would no longer need to miss him. He’d prepared a home for her, here in Kentucky.
Placing his arms around her, he hugged her back. “I missed you too, now come on. Let’s go home.” Trent ignored the way her body stiffened at the word, but didn’t let it shake his resolve. He’d convince her to stay, one way or another.
She released him. “I hear you can make some good barbeque. Is that true?”
Trent bent and picked up her bag. “Putting me to work already?” Hefting it over his shoulder, he turned and placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the exit.
Sliding an arm behind him, Teal leaned into Trent. “But I’m starving.”
He glanced at his watch. “Babe, it’s almost noon.” He caught sight of her frown. “You should have at least eaten breakfast.” When she told him she’d forgotten to eat in her haste to make the flight, he tried to remember if he had everything he needed to make his woman some barbeque, or if they needed to stop at the store before they went home.
Teal’s soft skin rubbed against his, soothing his unease with being in such a crowded space. With a quick trip to luggage claim, they were back in his truck and headed down the highway.
Trent placed his arm over the back of Teal’s headrest. “So, how was the flight, baby?”
She smiled. “It was nice. I’m glad you chose first class.”
He tried his best to focus on the road ahead of them, but had to touch her. Moving his arm from the headrest, he gently took Teal’s hand. Giving her a quick wink, he brought the back of her hand to his lips. “I know this is a shitty welcome home kiss, but if I put my lips on yours, I won’t stop there.”
Publication date: August 28th 2018
Genres: Adult, Psychological Thriller
“I whisper the word, and my soul feels as light as air… Revenge.”
Lakin Hale, true crime writer and victim of an attack that left her for dead, has written several bestsellers under an assumed identity, helping crime solvers and victimsclose cold cases, yet there is one crime she hasn’t been able to solve:
As she embarks on a new case, working closely with her partnered FBI agent, the details of the murder begin to eerily resemble the event that nearly ended her life. A silhouette of a man haunts her dreams, but there were only two people there that night: Lakin and her murderer. Is the phantom hero who pulled her from the water real, or is he a devil sent to torment her, sparked by her desire for vengeance?
Buried in a watery grave of lotuses, the victim calls out to Lakin, unearthing painful memories of what was stolen from her that fateful night. For those that played a part, it’stime to answer for their sins.
From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself.
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Blushing profusely, Katie smiled. “Thank you, Scott. I like your voice, too. I wasn’t sure how you’d sound, but I like the light Southern accent.”
“Shit, honey, you should hear me when I’m angry. I can make every word one syllable and a paragraph turns into four words.”
She laughed. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I honestly thought you’d sound more Southern, ‘cause you said you were from Virginia.”
“Yes, I am, but I’m from Alexandria. It’s far up north, close to DC, so I don’t really think I have an accent. If you go further down around Suffolk, Virginia Beach, or even to the west, like Clarksville, you’ll hear a bit of the South.” Katie relaxed a bit as she talked to Scott about her hometown.
Though while growing up, the place was stressful, it was still familiar and helped erase a bit of the stress in her life. “Now, if you go north all the way up to New York, they’ll call you a Southerner, but if you head down to South Carolina, they’ll call you a Yankee!”
She and Scott laughed, and Katie couldn’t help but enjoy the timbre of his voice. Heavy and deep, the sound traveled through the phone and settled in her ear, pleasing the part of her that missed a man’s voice.
“You don’t sound the least bit Southern to me.”
Katie scooted back in her chair and got comfortable. The muscles in her neck loosened, and she took a deep breath. “Of course not, Mr. Kentucky, you are west of Virginia.”
Logan chuckled. “True.”
There was a moment of silence, and Katie almost panicked, but instead she thought back to the letter he’d sent her. “Hey, why did you really want me to tell you a deep, dark secret? Planning to use it against me later?” She chuckled nervously. If Scott ever found out that Katie was the warden’s daughter, would he use her words against her?
“Yeah, about that . . . Kristen, I just thought you might need to talk to me about something. I say this because, when a woman reaches out to a stranger, a convicted felon no less, there might be something behind it. You told me you had friends, so I’m wondering what’s going on in your life that has you reaching out to a stranger instead of your friends.”
Good question. “Hmmm . . .” She didn’t really have to think about it, but she needed to stall for time. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him. However, Scott was smarter than she gave him credit for and called her out.
“What’s this, ‘Hmmm’? You know what it is, and I think you want to tell me.” Scott’s voice lowered, and if possible got even sexier, but Katie ignored the warmth in her belly and focused on his words. At her silence, he added, “You want me to go first?”
Her mouth moved before she even knew it was happening, and she whispered, “Please.”
He wasn’t silent long, but she still felt his hesitance. “Shit, honey, I’m not even sure if these calls are recorded or not.”
“Yes, they are.” Katie knew this for a fact.
“Okay . . . but I’m still gonna do it. I’ll still tell you because I can’t expect it from you and not do the same in return, right?”
“Right.” Katie was nervous for her turn, but curiosity about Scott and his maybe dark deeds excited her to the core. He was in prison, and Katie could think of a million things he could confess to her. “Don’t tell me anything illegal, Scott,” she pleaded. She wouldn’t tell a soul, but she also wouldn’t be able to talk to him anymore.
Gruff laughter emerged from the phone. “Honey, I wouldn’t sully your ears with more of my crimes if I had any. You aren’t a priest, and I ain’t asking for your forgiveness. Just your time and your honesty.”
Katie didn’t speak. Actually, she was relieved he was so frank with her.
Scott coughed, and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Okay, a deep, dark secret. After this call, I’m going to go back to my cell, lay in my bed, and think of what it would be like to make love to you.”
Bumbling idiot that she was, Katie dropped the phone . . . and in her several attempts to pick it up again, she pressed about twenty buttons. Once the phone was back to her ear and she’d settled down, she expected to hear Scott laughing, but was greeted with silence.
“Shit, I hung up on him,” she whispered dejectedly.
“No you didn’t, sweetheart. I’m still here.”
Katie wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or hang up. “Oh, okay.”
Still, there was no chuckle on the other end. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was just being honest.”
Katie took a deep breath and placed her head down on the desk. “I appreciate that, Scott, but my secret isn’t that I want you in my bed, it’s darker and more painful than lust.” And with that, Katie hung up the phone.
“Shit.” She slammed the receiver down again. Of course all he wanted to do was talk about sex. He was a freaking criminal who’d been hard up for several years. He didn’t give a damn about Katie, and she was a damned fool for ever believing that he did.