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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

In Self Defense by Loralynne Summers

She fell in love—in self-defense…
            The last thing that Sarah wants in her life is a relationship. Her track record was horrendous, and the last guy she’d dated had beaten her mentally and physically, landing her in the hospital. Almost a year later she’s back on her feet, thanks in no small part to her best friend Jason. Trouble is, lately she wants more than a friendship with Jason, and it scares the hell out of her. And then he kisses her…
His offense may hit a brick wall…
Jason has been in love with Sarah for longer than he’ll willingly admit to. Since bringing her home from the hospital, she’s grown into a strong, secure, confident woman. After seeing how perfect his best friend really is, he can’t get her off his mind. He’s convinced her feelings match his, and decides to go for it, only to scare her away.

Can best friends become something more? Or will she stay hidden behind her defensive wall?

The story opens to Sarah mowing the lawn on a hot, humid day. And that’s exactly what I was doing when the idea first took root in my brain. My neighbor across the street arrived home on his Harley, and BAM! The whole opening scene was there in my head. I couldn’t type fast enough. There is a large part of my relationship in this story. Jason has some of my husband’s mentality, mostly in how he treats Sarah. I often tell my husband that I don’t deserve him, he is way better to me than I am to him! As for Sarah, I too fell in love with my best friend after leaving an abusive relationship. Thankfully, mine never reached the level of physical abuse, but the signs were all there, and it was only a matter of time. As in the story though, I was quite afraid of my feelings for my husband, because of how close our friendship was and I was terrified to ruin it.

“Why are you carrying me fifty feet?” Sarah asked.
“Because I can. Because I’d be a jerk to make you stumble around on those shoes when you could fall and get hurt. But mostly because it’s my fault they’re broken in the first place.”
“Jason, I’m the one who gave Alex a roundhouse kick to the head in these things.”
“And you have no idea how proud I am of you for that. Doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there to protect you when he showed up, and I should have been.”
She sighed, settling her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she whispered. If he could beat the shit out of himself, he would. It had been eating away at him from the moment she’d thrown herself at him and wouldn’t let go.
He wanted to kick the ass of every one of their friends, too. Most of them didn’t know who Alex was. But that knowledge didn’t stop him from wanting to knock their heads off for letting Sarah fight him. Hell, it was a good thing for Alex that Jason had been in the bathroom when it all went down. Otherwise, the police would have pulled him off Alex’s bloody, beaten corpse. He owed that asshole. Not just for the beating that had landed Sarah in the hospital, but also for the months it took to put her back together, physically and emotionally.
“What’s the code for the alarm, Sarah?” He’d never asked her what it was after showing her how to change it. He wanted her to feel completely safe from everyone when she was in the house, including him.
“Sarah?” He tilted his head back to look down at her. In the dark, he couldn’t see her blush, but assumed she had when she turned and buried her face into his chest before mumbling a reply. “I didn’t hear you, baby. Tell me again.”
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “I said, it’s your birthday.”
Christ, could he feel more like a dick? If he needed another clue about her feelings, he was a moron. It was a bit ironic, though.
“Wanna know a secret? My alarm is set to your birthday. Kinda funny, huh?” He set her down to dig her keys out of his pocket. “You gonna let all the cold air out, or are you coming inside?” She stood where he’d left her on the porch. Shaking herself, she followed him into the house and he reset the alarm for occupancy, locking the door behind them. “You go ahead and shower. I’ll make popcorn, grab us some beers, and see what I can find to watch.”
“Sure. Can you help me with the boots? My hands still feel all shaky.”
“Yeah, of course. Here.” He fell to the floor in front of her, sitting on his heels and dying a little more inside. This was so not how he’d pictured the night going just a couple of hours ago. He wanted to be peeling these off because she wanted him to, not because she needed him to.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and placed one foot on his thigh. He ran his hands along the supple leather, up and over her calf. He swallowed hard, tamping down his baser emotions. She didn’t need that kind of bullshit from him right now.
Slowly, he pulled the zipper down and slid the boot from her. Lips parted slightly, her breathing grew shallow and rapid. Unable to stop himself, he massaged her foot for a moment before he gently lowered it to the floor. Eyes locked, he pulled her other leg forward and repeated the procedure. Her lids fluttered, a soft moan escaping her when he gently worked his hands up her legs, kneading both calves at the same time.
“Jason…” she whispered, her hands sliding to the back of his neck.
He rose to his knees, conscience be damned. There was no denying the hunger in her eyes, or the tension filling the room. She leaned into him, his hands continuing to massage their way up the backs of her legs until they held her ass firmly. Both breathing hard, they froze, a hair’s breadth separating their lips, hesitating to cross the final line that would end their friendship and start something new.


As a child, Loralynne was always the student getting in trouble for talking in class and at home for making things up. Combining her ability to go on and on and her flair for storytelling, she naturally grew up to be a writer. Originally planning to write fantasy, her muse had other plans. Once she opened herself up to the whims of her muse, she couldn’t type her first sex scene fast enough and now writes romance. Loralynne lives in Upstate New York with her husband, cats, and growing family. You can friend her on facebook or follow her on twitter under LL_Summers

Monday, December 22, 2014

Happy Holidays Blog Hop #Giveaway

Welcome to my portion of the Happy Holidays Blog Hop! I'm going to be sharing from my story, The Proposal from Stockings & Suspenders.


Book Blurb:

As the temperature drops, the women in this collection of stories find naughty and delicious ways to warm up for the holidays.

A boss with a proposal to make her sweat, a promise from an Italian assistant, a cabin in the middle of nowhere with two men waiting to cater to her every desire, a special surprise for a lonely solider...

All of these encounters and more from ten talented authors. Get ready for some holiday loving...Evernight style.

The Proposal Blurb:

Lowly executive assistant Grace Hale is having a bad day.  Perhaps epically bad, until Dravin Hall, the scorching hot advertising legend, and one of the owners of the agency, invites her for drinks to discuss a proposal.  Maybe her Christmas gift will come early this year.  But one thing’s for sure.  She will never be able to go into The Fireside Grill again without blushing.


‘Tis the season to be jolly...    
            Yeah, right. It was probably one of the longest, most exasperating, not to mention the strangest days of my life. It started out with the failure of my alarm clock, which in turn made me ten minutes late for work. Of course the traffic jam on the freeway didn’t help me either.              
            As a special reward for being late, and may I add this was the first time tardy in the two years since my employment at Smith, Cline, and Hall, I received a write-up along with a stern scolding from the devil’s minion. Oh, so it’s clear, the minion in question is Charlotte Saxton. Ms. Saxton is part of the elite management team. She climbed the ladder to success by being the one time plum pudding of Dexter Cline, co-founder of Smith, Cline, and Hall. But she is the current gift that keeps on giving to Dravin Hall. Yep, Mr. Hall, partner and advertising hot shot, is the latest to “date” the office strumpet. I suppose there is one last thing I need to clarify regarding Ms. Saxton. She is, to my own personal hell, my boss. 
            I took my verbal lashing, a copy of my write-up then entered my office to find enough work to last a week. Since this was such a glorious morning it would stand to reason that I had until the end of the day to complete the foot high pile of files on my desk. The office Christmas party for the secretarial staff, the reception gals, and the personal assistants, would take place over the lunch hour without me this year.
            With a defeated sigh I took off my light blue cardigan and flung it over the back of my shitty brown office chair. When I placed my purse under my desk, I discovered an impressive run in my new black silk stockings. I bent down to place my finger on the offending snag. Crap.  From the corner of my eye, I saw one pair of Italian loafers perched at the threshold of my office door. Of course I need not see the man attached to the shoes. I knew who it was. The one and only, Mr. Hall.
             “Problems?” he asked in his haughty but always devastatingly sexy tone.
             “No,” I said, sitting upright, looking in his direction.
            He glanced at the stack of files on my desk, then down at my leg before scanning the rest of me. Oh yes, I forgot to mention I was also having an unruly, bad hair day, compliments of my housemate since she used the last of my conditioner.
            “It looks like you may be having a bad day, Grace.”
            In actuality I was having a bad few months, but that’s another story.
            I shrugged my shoulders. A folder fell from the pile, hit my lap then scattered. Wonderful, I thought.
            “Well, not every day can be filled with candy coated kisses.”
            He smiled. All bright white teeth glimmered. I wanted to dissolve into my chair, melt down into a puddle of goo, but I needed to maintain my composure, and I wondered what he wanted. Mr. Hall never comes to speak with me. In fact, he rarely made the trip to this side of the office. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time he could be found down with the other advertising executives and assorted management team, talking about fast cars, fast women, and their next vacation hot spot.
            I glanced down and tried, rather poorly I must admit, to inconspicuously remove the scattered remnants of the file off my lap.
            “Would you like to have a drink with me tonight?” he asked.
            My head shot up, almost causing me whiplash at his question. The file slid off my lap and hit the floor. I ignored it. I’m pretty sure I stared, unblinking for a moment, before I heard myself say. “You want to take me out for drinks?”
            “Yes,” he replied. “I have a proposal I would like to run past you.”
            “A proposal?”
            I may have sounded like a parrot.
            He smiled his power smile. The one which extended his sensual mouth into a tempting treat for the eyes. “Yes.”
            “What kind of proposal?”
            He gave me a crooked grin. A grin which once fired was a heat sinking missile straight to my long ignored clit.
            “Drinks first,” he replied. “Let’s say six, at The Fireside Grill.”
            I didn’t get a chance to give him my answer. He turned and walked off in that purely male swagger of his. 
            I blew some of the straggling strands of my hair from my face, and pondered Mr. Hall wanting to discuss a proposal with me. I couldn’t imagine what in the world he would want to talk about. Shock, mixed in with curiosity coursed through my mind as I sat, staring what had to be blankly, at the wall. Drinks. He said, ‘drinks.’ The bing on my computer snapped me out of my ponderings. The sound reminding me of the work I had to do, not to mention the emails I needed to read. I could not afford to waste any more time.


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