Welcome Today's Featured Author
Beverly Preston
Books:
No More Wasted Time
Synopsis:
Life isn’t about tomorrow ~ Life is about today
After losing her husband to a sudden heart attack, Tess Mathews escapes to Bora Bora to lay her husband and sorrow to rest. What she doesn’t expect is a new beginning.
Tom Clemmins is an A-list actor whose life revolves around work and an onslaught of women. He travels to Bora Bora for a much-needed break. Tom has a few ideas of how he’ll enjoy his vacation, but love isn’t one of them. Until he sees Tess.
Reserving a private shark-feeding excursion to scatter her husband’s ashes into the lagoon, Tess is furious when Mr. Hollywood bribes his way onto the boat, leaving her no other choice but to share the boat ride.
Tess is torn between tremendous guilt and zealous lust when their boat ride turns into a week full of romance and desire neither thought imaginable. Utterly smitten with a woman for the first time in his life, Tom casts his commitment phobia aside and whisks Tess off to Malibu where he introduces her as his “girlfriend” on the red carpet.
As the paparazzi besiege, can Tess survive the media blitz that ensues in order to find her second chance at love?
After losing her husband to a sudden heart attack, Tess Mathews escapes to Bora Bora to lay her husband and sorrow to rest. What she doesn’t expect is a new beginning.
Tom Clemmins is an A-list actor whose life revolves around work and an onslaught of women. He travels to Bora Bora for a much-needed break. Tom has a few ideas of how he’ll enjoy his vacation, but love isn’t one of them. Until he sees Tess.
Reserving a private shark-feeding excursion to scatter her husband’s ashes into the lagoon, Tess is furious when Mr. Hollywood bribes his way onto the boat, leaving her no other choice but to share the boat ride.
Tess is torn between tremendous guilt and zealous lust when their boat ride turns into a week full of romance and desire neither thought imaginable. Utterly smitten with a woman for the first time in his life, Tom casts his commitment phobia aside and whisks Tess off to Malibu where he introduces her as his “girlfriend” on the red carpet.
As the paparazzi besiege, can Tess survive the media blitz that ensues in order to find her second chance at love?
EXCERPT
Tom’s
tongue drifted down her neck and back to her lips, playing slowly
with her tongue. The warmth of his sweet mouth tasted so good that
she instantaneously began to kiss him back. She had suppressed her
need to feel desire for a man, hidden the longing of a man’s hands
on her flesh and buried her cravings in sleepless nights full of
tears.
Taking
pleasure in the heat of his mouth, she began to shake uncontrollably.
All of her emotions came rushing to the surface, covering her in a
tingling sensation. His fingers threaded through her hair and cradled
her face with his thumbs. Teasing her, he plunged his tongue deeper,
sending pulsating waves rippling through her very core. Craving more,
she wrapped her arms around his neck and molded her body to his.
Feeling his erection, she urgently thrust her hips forward searching
for more. Her heart hammered violently in her chest as her fingers
twisted through his dark hair. Tess pressed forward taking his mouth
with hot, wet, indecent kisses, savoring the flavor of his lips.
He
eased back and placed his palm over her pounding heart. “Easy,”
he whispered with a smoldering laugh. Both chuckled as she buried her
face in his chest.
Tom
led her away from the beach up into the palm trees. The darkness
concealed a bungalow tucked between lush foliage and palm trees.
“Holy
crap! Is this for us?” Tess gasped.
“Yes.”
“It’s
beautiful,” Were the only words she could utter before he drew her
into his arms, kissing her fervently, keeping up with her hungry
lips.
Standing
under the starlit sky, he slid his hands down the small of her back,
following the curve of her ass, grasping it with the perfect amount
of tension. Tess softly moaned aloud, encouraging him to press
himself firmly against her. He clutched her ribcage and brushed his
thumb over the material covering her nipple, sending another set of
ripples surging through her. “Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Making
their way inside, Tess unbuttoned Tom’s shirt, exploring the
details of his carved chest and stomach, letting her fingers play
with the thin trail of dark hair leading into his jeans. Wanting to
know the full extent of the force pressing against her hips, she
unbuttoned his jeans with trembling fingers. Reaching in, she stroked
the length of him and a low groan escaped his lips.
Nice.
He
reached down, taking hold of both of her hands. “Trust me, Tess.
Tonight is all about you.” Tom chuckled. “You can make it up to
me tomorrow.”
“I
trust you,” she whispered under his lips.
He
unzipped her dress, slipping it to the floor before laying her back
onto the bed. Tom took his time, sliding his fingers from the hallow
at the base of her neck to the center of her breasts, cupping one in
his hand. His warm, wet tongue tickled her nipple. He fastened his
mouth over the erect bud, taking it in and biting her tenderly before
moving to the next.
Caressing
her hips, Tom’s lips traveled down between her thighs. She hung her
head over the edge of the bed as his talented tongue explored the
soft folds of skin between her legs before sinking inside her. All of
her worries faded away under the strokes of his tongue. Tess didn’t
take long, peaking almost immediately. Tears stung the corners of her
eyes as her release came again and again. Gasping for air, she opened
her eyes and lifted her head to watch him.
Rising
up onto the palms of his hands, he pressed his body on top of hers.
Tess slipped her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, pushing them
down past his hips. Raising her legs around his waist, her hands took
hold of his firm ass while her toes wriggled his jeans to his ankles.
She smiled up at him as she tossed his jeans to the floor with her
toes.
Tom
drew her leg up around his hip. Seeking admittance, he nudged her
gently.
In
one swift move, she flipped him over onto his back. “Do you mind if
I drive for minute?” she grinned. “I’m a little nervous.”
He
let out a chuckle and quickly imitated her maneuver, pinning Tess to
the bed. “I know it’s been a long time for you. I promise I’ll
be nice, but I’ll last longer if I drive.”
EXCERPT
Tom
and Tess strolled back to the guesthouse. As soon as the door shut
behind them, Tom pressed his body tightly to hers, pinning her
against the wall. His lips fastened around hers, stealing the breath
from her lungs. He raised her arms above her head, holding her wrists
tightly with one hand. The pleasure of it sent her pulse rocketing
through her veins.
He
released his grip on her wrists and fervidly tugged at her clothing.
“Were you afraid you’d miss me today?” he whispered before
bearing his mouth down over hers.
Caught
up in the heat of his hungry lips, she couldn’t answer, but nodded
yes. She gently stroked his face with her fingers and kissed him
deeply in return. Tom buried his face in her neck and she could feel
him trembling beneath her fingers. Moans climbed from her throat and
he greedily took her cries of longing into his mouth.
His
dark eyes locked on hers and he grasped her upper arms, holding her
to the wall. “I want
you,” came a possessive growl from deep within him. His words
spoken so powerful, it was as if he were trying to tell her
something.
To
her own surprise, the strength of his intense desire, flooded her
with a fierce wave of arousal. She vehemently gripped the hair at the
nape of his neck. “Then take
me.”
Glancing
at the bed, she stretched her leg to the side, her toes searching for
the bedside table for support.
“We’re
not going over there,” Tom flirted in a low rumble.
Clutching
her firmly by the ribcage, he bent down taking hold of her nipple
tenderly between his teeth and drawing it into the heat of his mouth.
She balanced on her tippy toes as he squeezed firmly along the
outside of her thigh, grabbing hold of her leg and drawing it up over
his hip.
She
fumbled blindly with the button of his jeans as his kisses became
tender, brushing over her cheek, neck and throat. “I want you,”
he whispered again, softly this time.
The
gentleness of his voice made her tremble even more, making it nearly
impossible of her to get his jeans off. “I’m trying.”
One
brow bent into a touch of a frown as if she didn’t understand what
he was trying to tell her. He reached down to help her with the
fastening of his jeans. He nudged his hips forward and the hard
length of him slid along the wetness of her skin, only teasing her
with his ridge.
On
the edge of peaking, she whimpered softly, “Please.”
He
did it again and again, sliding against that one throbbing spot.
Holding back, paying no attention to her pleads for more. “Not yet,
Tess.” His deep sexy voice rumbled low in his chest.
Her
fingers dug into his shoulders as she lifted her other leg around his
hip, sinking onto him fully. Hot kisses trailed up her neck as he
grabbed her ass. The strength of his hands and vigorous thrusts made
her cry out with pleasure, securing her hands behind his neck for
support.
Tess
felt a connection with him like no other. Tom handled her tenderly,
yet powerfully at the same time. How
can this be? Oh God. He touches me just right and his mouth tastes so
fucking good. I’ve never felt like this. I didn’t think it could
be so good. Kiss him, Tess. Kiss him like you want to.
Letting
go of her fears, guilt, and the sheer desire she’d been holding
back, Tess planted her lips on his and kissed him with passion and
hunger. Plunging her tongue deeper as she played with his, she
ignited a new energy in him. The louder she moaned, the more dynamic
he became, driving deeper into her very soul. A tear spilled down her
cheek as she crested her peak again. Tom kissed her tenderly as his
body convulsed and slumped heavily against her.
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Shayla's Story
Synopsis:
~ People come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime ~
A Reason…
Questioning her relationship with a man who worships politics more than her, Shayla Clemmins escapes reality for the seductive sunsets of Greece. There she finds exactly what she didn’t know was missing from her life, but fears she’ll lose him to her past.
A Season...
John Mathews works hard and plays even harder. When he finds a new passion in the sensual warmth of Greece, he discovers that one lust-filled weekend of romance is just not enough.
A Lifetime...
With Shayla’s past catching up to her and an anonymous threat to her future, can she and John make a lifetime together?
A Reason…
Questioning her relationship with a man who worships politics more than her, Shayla Clemmins escapes reality for the seductive sunsets of Greece. There she finds exactly what she didn’t know was missing from her life, but fears she’ll lose him to her past.
A Season...
John Mathews works hard and plays even harder. When he finds a new passion in the sensual warmth of Greece, he discovers that one lust-filled weekend of romance is just not enough.
A Lifetime...
With Shayla’s past catching up to her and an anonymous threat to her future, can she and John make a lifetime together?
EXCERPT
The twelve hour
flight felt like it raced by in twelve minutes. The armrest acting as
vital separation from John on the flight to Greece was now
immediately hidden between the fully reclined leather seats. They
both lay on their sides. Shayla snuggled as close as she could get
with her arms tucked between them. John caught her hand, kissing each
knuckle before taking her mouth in a fierce, insatiable kiss.
Neither spoke
much, only low murmurs between dozens of erotic toe-curling kisses
and heavy petting that nearly made her climax in her seat. Shayla
didn’t want to sleep, but eventually dozed off, half-stretched
across his lap.
A dim glow
illuminated the plane’s interior, casting shadows over John’s
slumbering face. Sleep relaxed the tiny muscles near his eyes,
depicting his age more clearly. Unaware of how long she’d slept or
where they were in route, Shayla dreaded the fact she was closer to
Vegas. Wetness gathered between her cheek and the warm leather. She
wiped her face and untangled herself from John, climbing over him
carefully so as not to disturb him.
“Where are you
going?” he asked, his voice a strand of silk.
She bent, nuzzling
his ear. “Be right back.”
He locked onto her
wrist, blinking to adjust to the darkness. He examined her face,
frowning with concern.
She smiled,
carefully, and winked, easing out of his grip, hoping her sadness
would be masked as fatigue from jet lag.
She escaped into
the lavatory and locked the door. Glimpsing her shattered reflection
in the mirror, she grabbed a hand towel from the stack and ran it
under cold water. She held it to her puffy eyes, praying it would
ease her pain.
“Shay?” he
whispered at the door, knocking lightly.
She tossed the rag
in the sink and opened the door. Unable to muster a smile, she merely
stood there.
John maneuvered
into the cramped quarters and she backed against the small granite
countertop. Taking one look at her, he gave a sympathetic hum.
She folded her
arms across her chest. “God. Please stop making that sound. It
makes me feel even more pathetic. Seriously, I just need to pull
myself together. Every time I get within a five-foot radius you, I’m
either crying or coming.”
“I prefer the
coming.” A flash of white crossed his somber face and he closed the
small gap between them. “And don’t forget the laughing. Damn, I
love your smile.”
“How long—”
“Shh,” he
whispered into the curve of her neck, licking and nipping with his
teeth. A smooth sensual groan crooned from her throat. “We’re not
gonna talk. We’re not gonna discuss how long or tomorrow.” John
lifted his elbow, bumping off the light switch.
“Hey, wait, I
like seeing you.” Her complaint went unheard as he stripped off her
shirt, devouring her shoulder.
“I want you to
remember right now. Forever.” John shimmied her jeans to the ground
and lifted her on the counter. He brought her hands to his face,
brushing a kiss to the palm of her hand. “It’s just you and me,
soaring a mile above any land mass. Nothing else matters, Shay.
Nothing. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone as I feel with
you.”
Quotes from
Shayla’s Story
Life isn’t measured by the number
of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
“You’re the best workout I’ve ever had and we just barely made it through warm up.”
“Sometimes, at the precise moment,
fate intercedes.”
John broke the
kiss, biting her shoulder gently before easing her onto her stomach.
He unclasped her bra and hooked his fingers through her black
panties, nearly tearing the lace. “If I remember correctly, you
rather liked this.”
His fingers spread
wide on her back, spanning the narrow cage beneath her shoulder
blades. She gasped a little as he gripped her firmly to the length of
his body. “I’m more of a hands on kinda guy.”
“I want you to
remember right now. Forever.” John shimmied her jeans to the ground
and lifted her on the counter. He brought her hands to his face,
brushing a kiss to the palm of her hand. “It’s just you and me,
soaring a mile above any land mass. Nothing else matters, Shay.
Nothing. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone as I feel with
you.”
"Sometimes the traits a man is
missing can be just as crucial as the qualities he holds."
“You need some help? I could wash
your hair, shave your legs,relieve a little tension?”
"I want you to know, you`re not a
reason or a season, Shay. You are the woman of a lifetime. I know it
will take a few days, but I`ll be waiting for your call."
John placed her hand over his heart.
“Everything I am, everything I have, every breath I take, belongs
to you.”
Bio
Beverly
Preston is the author of Amazon best-selling romance novels, No
More Wasted Time and
Shayla’s Story.
For the past twenty-one years, Beverly has been a stay at home
mom, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer, raising
her four amazing kids. Along the way, Beverly worked side
by side with her husband Don, the love of her life,
designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children
begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a
tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the
feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a
present she received on her fortieth birthday.
If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.
If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.
Twitter: @beverlypreston
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