Synopsis:
Racing hearts, Toe curling kisses, Sexy whispers…
Decker Brand has spent the past four years earning back his
man-card. He’s got the calloused hands, the dirty jeans and the toned body to
show for it. Now that he’s satisfied with whom he is he intends to stay true to
himself even if it means remaining alone.
Lingering glances, Soft touches, Shallow Breaths…
April Maddox thought she’d lucked out when she found her
prince at the early age of sixteen. Unfortunately, their kiss turned him from
king to croaker right before her eyes.
Forsaken and cynical, she fears all men will leave her with
warts before hopping off to another woman’s lily pad.
Smooth strokes, Light nips, Gentle tugs…
When it comes to relationships, they say timing is
everything, and everything has its time.
History has played a part in Decker’s and April’s desire to
give up on love. Fate will bring them together. It’s up to them to battle the
outside forces, life’s interruptions, and daily dramas… together. With a little
faith, they can undo everything that’s been…
Excerpt:
Decker could practically see the dimples forming in her
cheeks as her giggle tickled him through the line. “Well…” He cleared his
throat. “I hate to admit this, but your mother wasn’t altogether wrong, babe. I
had no intentions at stopping with just one kiss.” Even though they’d been
flirting and chatting for weeks, tonight was their first official date. While
it was obvious that April was as attracted to him as he to her, he didn’t want
to scare her off, but he also wanted her to know he was no Boy Scout. The way
she had his blood churning… mmm, one kiss would have been a mere appetizer.
“I’m glad to hear that, big guy,” April cooed, her voice
honey smooth but sinfully sexy, “because I would have been disappointed if one
kiss was all you had to offer.”
Decker pulled the phone from his ear and looked at the
screen. Yeah, it was still lit and connected to April Maddox. No, he wasn’t
dreaming. The woman was sexy as sin. He closed his bedroom door, kicked off his
shoes, and sauntered over to his bed. “April”—gravel and heat filled his
tone—“will you let me kiss you now?”
Brief silence met his ear—no words, no breath—until she
answered in a whisper, “Yes, Decker, I’d love for you to kiss me now. How do
you plan to do that?”
The certainty in her answer, mixed with the innocence of her
question, had Decker’s cock hard as steel and begging to be released from its
confines. “Do you trust me, April?”
A moment of time passed before she stammered, “I-I don’t
know.”
Her honest response came as a bit of surprise. He’d never
asked that question and received an answer other than “yes.” The truth had him
grinning; Ms. Maddox was a smart, sincere woman who told it like it was. He
hadn’t earned her trust yet, but he was going to.
“Deck, I didn’t mean—”
“No, April, your answer was honest, and I respect that. So
here’s my honest answer—I like you, a lot. I’m not a liar, a cheater, or any of
the things that fathers pray their daughters stay away from. I have no
intentions of hurting you, and right now, in this moment, I just wanna make you
feel good. Now, will you allow me to do that?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Go to your bedroom, beautiful,” he ordered.
“I’m already there, big guy.”
While he couldn’t picture the room, having never been to her
house, the thought of her surrounded by a huge bed and her flawless skin draped
on smooth sheets had him unbuttoning his jeans as he spoke his next demand.
“Perfect. Now peel off that sexy top of yours. Just the hot little V-neck,
honey. Leave the bra alone, and lie down. And April, keep those incredibly long
fingers off your body until I say otherwise.” The sharp intake of breath he
heard followed by the soft hum gave him the incentive to continue their game.
“Are you lying back?”
“Yes, Decker,” her voice turned husky as she responded. “My
shirt is rumpled on the floor, my head’s resting on the pillow, and I’m laying
here wearing just a lacy green bra and my jeans.”
“Mmm,” Decker rumbled while he removed his shirt and edged
back on his mattress. Her breasts, so firm and round, had teased him all
through dinner in that tight black top, and now imagining them in nothing but
green lace… his hand grazed over his denim-clad dick. First her, then you, he
thought, repeating his motto over in his head. “Close your eyes, April.”
“Decker—” His name wasn’t a question but a plea.
He knew she was letting him in, and he wasn’t going to let
her down. “Shh, you said you’d let me kiss you. Now, trust me and close your
eyes.”
“Okay,” she murmured, “they’re closed.”
His voice thick with desire, Decker closed his eyes as well
and began to instruct April through the most erotic kiss of his life. “Good.
Now imagine me beside you, our bodies so close, the heat of my skin warming
yours as I lift your chin so I can look into your eyes.
“Imagine my breath, April, a hint of chocolate, sweet and
close, caressing your skin with a promise of things yet to come.” With each
word Decker’s heart skipped faster, but when he heard her shallow breath, his
pulse began to race.
“Keep your eyes closed, beautiful, and lift your left hand
to your face. Just before you touch your cheek, rotate your wrist so it’s your
knuckles that stroke your skin. Start by your ear, and slowly drag your hand
down your jawline. That’s my touch you feel on your soft skin, my knuckles that
are making your breaths quicken.”
“Now, move the index finger of that same hand across your
silky-soft bottom lip. Do you remember how it felt when my mouth claimed yours?
When my tongue breached your lips and slid into your warmth? Fuck.” Decker
groaned as the images he painted came alive in his head. “Let me feel your
tongue, beautiful. Lick your finger for me.”
“Oh, Decker,” she whimpered, “Christ, how the hell did you
do that?”
About the author:
Lisa N. Paul is a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend,
reader, writer, blogger, and self-proclaimed comedian—just not always in that
order. Ever since she was a little girl,
she has devoured books. Falling in love with the Sweet Valley High series at a
young age drew Lisa to series books and inspired her to write her own. Thursday
Nights is the first book in her Charistown series.
When not writing, Lisa can be found eating french fries and
Godiva raspberry truffles, or hanging out with her husband and two sons.
Connect with her online
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