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A Second Chance at Love

by on May 31, 2013

Heartache, betrayal, and mistrust. Every marriage faces these challenges. I can remember sitting in the divorce attorney’s office wondering how things could have gotten so bad.Was history doomed to repeat itself? Both my parents and my husband’s parents are divorced. We knew the pain a broken home, and I didn’t want to put my kids through that. I didn’t want my marriage to end, but I didn’t know how to save it either. Something of what I felt must have shown on my face, because the attorney asked me one question; “can you work it out?”

Imagine my surprise. The last person I expected to get marital advice from was the attorney I planned to hire. After all he was turning down money. His rate was reasonable, I had the retainer, but asking me if by any sliver of hope could my marriage be saved, was the furtherest thing from my mind. After a long moment I said, “yes.” From that time on I sought to make myself heard. There were two things I needed to do. Forgive and learn who I was.

You’re probably wondering why I didn’t mention love. That’s a given. I couldn’t possibly forgive my hubby if I didn’t love him. (The man is my hero now) In forgiving him and learning about myself I found I needed an outlet, I needed someone to voice what I had trouble saying. That’s how Sheridan’s story was born.

I needed her to say what I couldn’t say and to be the woman I have become. Of course I threw a few more curve balls her way, but I think she faired well under the circumstances. In telling Sheridan’s story I barely scratched the surface of my own life.

My husband I are extremely close now. He has been my biggest supporter through the writing process. He even has ideas for a book trailer. I have found my voice and no longer worry (too much) about what he’ll say when I share my opinions or thoughts. Communication, Love and Forgiveness are the secrets to my success. What about you?

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SEDUCING HIS WIFE

Blurb:

 

Haunted by nightmares, Sheridan Sinclair just wants to get through one night without reliving the terrible accident that led to her miscarriage. And she longs for the arms of the man who betrayed her. Matthew Sinclair has always loved his wife, but when she refuses to speak to him after her accident, he’s left to wonder what went wrong. When a stolen kiss ignites their forgotten passion, he’ll use their love as a means to get her home and in his bed again. Will a husband’s plan of seduction be enough to heal a wife’s broken heart?

 

Excerpt:

 

Matthew’s mouth watered. The last time they made love was six months ago. He’d been late for work that morning, but his tardiness had been well deserved. Sure, he had other offers, but only one woman spiked his interest, and if a certain part of his anatomy was any judge, only one woman ever would.

 

She turned and blushed. He hadn’t seen color redden her cheeks in a while. He slowly perused her body, undressing her with his gaze, wondering if her skin would taste just as sweet. “I-uh…um…” Hell, he couldn’t stop thinking about running his hands along her curves and wondering if she would still make that breathless little moan that drove him crazy.

 

He strode purposefully to where she stood, keeping their gazes locked, hooked an arm around her waist, and drew her against him in one swift motion. He yearned for this. He needed to kiss her.

 

She trembled in his arms, lifted her hands to his chest, and pushed him away. At the same time, she lifted her chin, her soft lips parting. So far, so good. He didn’t want to stop. He took a moment to savor the touch of her breasts against his chest, hungry for the heat of her palms pressed against his bare skin. He lifted a hand to her hair. The silky strands drifted through his fingers like water. But the sensation wasn’t enough. He caressed her cheek and saw a spark of desire simmering in her almond-honey eyes.

 

He touched his lips to hers, whisper soft, lightly teasing, coaxing her with the tip of his tongue until she responded. She sighed, and he tangled his hand in her hair. He tilted her head back, giving him better access to her mouth, deepening their kiss. He tugged her closer to his body when her arms came around his neck.

 

She melted in his arms. The months apart hadn’t changed anything between them. She moaned deep in her throat when he pulled her even closer, molding her soft curves to every hard line of his body. He slipped his hands beneath her jacket. The soft material of her shirt whispered beneath his palms, which went down her back, until he squeezed her bottom. He stepped closer, hungry for more than just a kiss. But a mere kiss would have to suffice.

 

He lifted his head, dragging a ragged breath into his starving lungs. He stepped back, and she returned her palms to his chest. He didn’t want to let her go. She stared up at him, eyes half closed, desire shimmering beneath her dark lashes.

 

Matthew held his palm against her cheek and brushed his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips. “I will find out why you left, Sheridan, and I will win you back.” He slowly released her. “That’s a promise.” He brushed a quick kiss across her lips and turned to the door.

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