Author: April Emerson
Publisher: The Writer's Coffee Shop Publishing House
Release Date: April 10, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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Small moments can seem insignificant until they change the course of a life forever. The sound of a bulldozer. A chance meeting at a gas station. A gust of wind through a chime. Benign events become something more when viewed through the lens of fate.
Emma Santori is a prisoner of tragic memories. Locked in a spiral of depression, she leads a desolate and empty life, trapped in her decrepit home. Rooted in routine, she’s numb and vacant. As a lonely Catholic school teacher, her only joy comes from her young students. One Saturday morning, her isolation is infiltrated by a mysterious architect building a home beside hers.
That man is Eric Wilder and he’s keeping a secret—a secret that’s destroying his life. Filled with guilt and self-loathing, he’s forced to move often. He chooses the small northeastern town of Pine Lake as his latest refuge, and hopes to make a successful attempt at starting his life over. As always, he’s unable to make that happen.
That all changes when he meets Emma.
She finds herself drawn to Eric when she accidentally bumps into him, but Eric’s unfazed by their first meeting. When a gust of wind brings these two people together once again, Emma discovers Eric’s secret. She’s forced to battle between her Catholic faith and her desire for this stranger.
Their attraction is intense and they soon discover they’re each lonely and longing for what the other has to offer. As their friendship blossoms, Emma realizes her passion and lust for Eric are the remedy to her depression. Eric discovers his feelings for Emma are the only antidote to his secret burden.
They begin an erotic journey, which leads these beautifully broken people to discover that love can be both righteous and wicked.
The girl’s mouth falls open as he slides his hands down her body and grips her ass. A voice inside him screams stop, but he doesn’t. Everything blurs. She speaks but he doesn’t hear what she’s said. His mind is focused on his goal, on filling his void, on feeding his hunger.
She kisses his neck and he grasps at her flesh. She pulls a condom from her purse, and in his haste, he fumbles with it. He can’t get inside her fast enough. When he finally feels the tight, wet warmth surround him, he’s grateful to be so close to having his need satisfied. She moans, she likes it; she takes what he gives her. But he’s the one taking and will stop at nothing. He grips her pale, slim neck and she cries out with pleasure, pulling him closer. They’re a tangle of fabric and skin. His uncontrollable fury spreads through his body and leaks from his pores as he begins to sweat. It drips on the girl’s breasts and her legs wrap around him. Her back slams against the stall door as he pounds against her.
“Oh, yes . . . oh, yes . . .” she chants. The door creaks and threatens to burst open against the weight of Eric’s thrusts. She tells him to go slower, but he doesn’t. She says how good he feels, but he doesn’t care. He’s boiling inside and the end is near. His mouth waters in anticipation of the few moments of real pleasure—the delusional bliss that comes with his release. The only time he feels alive.