Sneak Peeks

Here you can get exclusive sneak peeks of E. Jamie's books to peruse at your lesiure before you buy them. You'll also find the answers to contest questions may sometimes be available in these excerpts to make it even easier for you to win great prizes!

(short story) Innocent Delia is tutored in the ways of passion after she nurses a wounded knight back to health.

“By Christ, you look like an angel,” he whispered. His hands moved to her thighs and pulled her toward him. “Now lay with me.” Without protest, Delia stretched herself out on the bed beside him and looked up at his face, trusting him.

He lowered his mouth to hers again and let his hands roam free on her silken curves. “Touch me, sweetheart. Touch me,” Nikolas urged her before his mouth returned to devour her.

Delia ran her fingers along his chest down toward his stomach. She froze when she felt his hand slip through her soft curls to touch her between her legs.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. Does it feel good?” Nikolas asked. He stroked her gently.

Her hips rolled slightly. “Yes,” she whispered, uncertainty making her voice quivering.

“I will please you now sweet love, as you did to me,” he explained. His finger flicked the sensitive nub once.

“Oh God!” Delia moaned arching. Never had she felt anything like this.

“It’s only the beginning, love. I promise.”

“Oh, please do that again,” she begged. He kissed her and then stroked the small nub until her folds were damp with desire and she was shaking and rolling her hips with need. Delia was urging him on with her hips to end this sweet torture, and yet, she never wanted to stop. One finger continued to stroke her soaked folds when another finger slipped inside of her. Delia’s eyes flew open.

“This will feel good, my sweet. I promise,” Nikolas vowed.

Delia blinked, shocked by the ferocity with which her soft muscles clamped around his finger.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” He eased his finger in and out in a gentle rhythm while his other finger rubbed at her wet folds, driving her higher and higher.

Delia bit her lip and moaned fearfully. “Oh my. Oh my God.” Her body was tightening deep in her stomach. In her center, an odd sensation spread like a coil ready to spring. “Oh, Nikolas, something’s wrong. . . . Oh, you should . . . Oh, stop . . . Oh, I think I’m about . . . to die.”

“It’s all right love, trust me. Let it take you, love. Enjoy it.” He moved his finger faster in and out of her core while he continued to stroke her.

He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and drove his finger in harder. Delia cried out as her entire being seemed to come apart. Her head fell back, her black hair spilling down while her slim body arched upward off the bed. She gripped the sheets, digging her head into the pillow, and she cried out his name as her first release swept through her.

When its force receded Delia lay against the mattress, breathless. She opened her blue eyes and gave him a look of wonder. “That was beautiful. I thought I touched heaven,” she murmured blissfully.

(short story) Alexandra is suffering from anxiety about her upcoming wedding. She loves her fiance but wonders if she'll ever feel real passion. Max has been in love with Alexandra for months but keeps his feelings hidden as she prepares to marry his best friend. When she comes to him one night, will loyalty be enough to deny his heart's desire?

She woke up to the moist heat of a mouth pressed against hers and she sighed, thinking she was still in the depths of her dream, a sweet hot fantasy in which Alex replayed the scene she had just witnessed. In her dream, however, she had replaced Katie with herself. When a very real tongue thrust into her mouth, she opened her eyes and stared shocked into Max’s.

He pulled away and covered his mouth, obviously embarrassed. “God. I’m so—”

Grabbing the sides of his face, she brought his mouth back down onto hers.

Alex had to know. She had to know his body at least once. One night, she promised herself. Just one night. Her body burned against him as she struggled to press herself closer. He traced the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Pulling back, Alex gulped for air, her lungs burning from lack of oxygen. She needed to kiss him again more than she needed air. She searched for his mouth, but he pulled away.

“Wait. Jesus, wait before I really embarrass myself all over this carpet.”

She looked down at the bulge in his pants, and her body responded with a tight tug in her pussy.

“I can’t let you leave tonight,” he panted, lowering his forehead against hers.

She shivered when his hot breath caressed her face. She met his eyes. “I want this,” she whispered, her world spinning. “Take me inside, Max.”

Max lifted her small body into his arms and carried her into his room. After closing the door behind him, he walked to the bed and put her down.

She stared up at him. The way he was looking at her. She’d never seen—No. She’d never noticed that look in his eyes before. He was in love with her. The knowledge made her heart race. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asked stunned. She took his hand in hers. He simply shrugged, though his cheeks turned pink, and he kneeled before her at the foot of his bed.

“I have a confession to make,” she began haltingly. “I saw you with Katie. I wished it was me.”

Max lifted his sharp blue eyes to her. “It was you, in my head, in my heart. It always is.”

“I want you to make love to me, Max,” Alex said, closing her eyes at the sensation of his lips traveling along the side of her neck.

“I’m going to,” he vowed, meeting her mouth again, “over and over, in every way I’ve dreamed about.”

(novella length)On the run from a murderous uncle, Katie Beaumont married outlaw Ben Cready the day before he was supposed to hang. They shared one night of explosive passion and for six months, she'd believed herself a widow. Now Ben is back to claim what's his, and that includes the sweet bride he'd never been able to forget.

"Open your eyes. I wanna watch your eyes change color like they did the first time I watched you come," Ben growled, moving up her body to kiss her again.

Katie opened her eyes in surprise. "Do they?" she panted.

"Oh yeah," Ben assured her, teasing her opening with the slightest pumping movement of just the first inch of his finger.

Katie whimpered wanting more.

"Like from cornflower blue to dark sapphire," He eased a second finger all the way into her and Katie sighed. "Fuck, I’ve missed this. Feeling the way you clutch me so tight, so hungry."

He pumped his fingers with increasing speed and Katie’s whimpers became more needy, more frequent until the delicious wave of release stormed through her and she was convulsing around his fingers. "Just like that, darlin’," he murmured slowing the movements of his fingers as the aftershocks popped under her skin. "Fuck, but you’re gonna kill me when I get inside of you again, Katie."

Katie blushed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the still hungry throb of her body at that mental image.

However instead of sliding into her like she thought he would now, Ben moved his way back down her body until his head was between her legs. She lifted her head curiously and watched, stunned as he nuzzled her mound and she felt the tiniest nudge of his tongue. A fresh wave of mortification swept through her as she realized what he was about to do. She brought her thighs together quickly. "No, you can’t!" she hissed.

He looked up at her. "What?"

"That…it’s…shameful. You…please don’t."

He cocked an eyebrow and rested his weight on one elbow as he watched her. "Honey, we’re married. Under God, remember?"

Katie swallowed. "Well, yes…but surely…married women, decent women don’t…Well, they’re husband’s certainly don’t…"

"Eat them?" Ben asked, his eyes flickering with amusement.

The flush in Katie’s cheeks deepened. "Is that what they call it?"

Ben nodded. "And you can bet your sweet petticoat that any married woman you see with a smile on her face gets eaten on a regular basis, sweetheart."

"Oh dear lord," Katie fell back against the mattress and threw her arm over her eyes, unable to believe they were discussing such matters.

She heard the sound of his soft laughter and felt his fingers on her thighs.

"You’ve been a decent wife to me thus far. Good meals. No headaches. Let me make you smile, Sweet Katie."

She grimaced uncertainly. "What if…I don’t like it?"

He laughed at loud at that.

She pushed at him with her thigh. "Don’t laugh at me. I’m quite serious!"

He pressed his lips together to stifle the giggles she could tell were still very much on the surface. "Tell you what. You don’t like what I’m gonna do. Come tomorrow, after dinner, I’ll wash the dishes."

She narrowed her eyes at the obvious confidence with which he insinuated that he would be doing no such thing.

He rolled his eyes. "Trust me, huh?"

Katie lay back uncertainly and braced herself for this new act. As soon as she felt his tongue probing the folds of her pussy again, the world as she knew it exploded.

Sara loved Connor, but he was from the wrong side of the tracks. They eloped and her father had him mudered or so she thought. Pregnant and desperate to escape an arranged marriage Sara married Connor's best friend, Aaron. When Connor returns very much alive, Sara is forced to choose between her first love and the new love she's found.

She looked at herself in the mirror now and searched for some sign that showed she wasn’t the same. She didn’t look married. Maybe afterward I’ll look different. After . . . it. Sara trembled and gripped the edges of the beige porcelain sink to try to stop her trembling. This is insane! I love him. I trust him. Fuck, it’s gonna hurt like hell. Connor would laugh at that. She never swore, another product of her high-class upbringing. No, don’t think about them tonight. They have no place in my life. Not after what they tried to do. Sara pushed all thoughts of her parents out of her mind and slipped the long white satin nightgown over her head, and it fell in a soft, caressing wave down her body and hugged her small curves. I’m too skinny. He’s gonna think I’m too boney. Damn it, Sara! Shut up and go make love to your husband! I can’t! I’m a big, fat chicken! She sat on the edge of the tub, stared at the peach carpet, and then squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m such a—”

“Hey, Sara, did you drown in there?” Connor called from the other side of the door.

She jumped at the sound of his voice. “I’m coming out,” she announced in a choked voice. She forced herself to turn the knob and walk into the bedroom.

“Not really,” she said, defiantly lifting her chin.

“Liar,” he said with a soft smile.

“God, I’m shaking.”

He brought her into his arms and held her against his chest until her breathing returned to normal. She suddenly pulled back, noticing his clothes. “Why are you still dressed?

“I thought I’d let you take them off,” he whispered.

“I really wish we’d already done this. I wouldn’t be so nervous tonight.”

“No, you’d have been this nervous that night,” Connor pointed out.

“Yeah, but at least it would’ve been over with.”

“Baby, this isn’t something you’re going to ‘get over with.’ You’re going to enjoy yourself. I promise.”

“Connor, you forget that I’ve already seen you. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” She pouted.

He burst out laughing. “You must really be scared if you’re swearing. I’m sorry, it’s not funny.” He struggled to compose himself. “It won’t be all bad, I swear. I’ll make it good for you.”

“It’s not only that I’m worried about. What if I don’t know what to do?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll come to you,” he told her.

“Everybody always says that! You’ve seen me dance, Connor. I’ve got no rhythm at all,” Sara said. She was stalling for all she was worth. She could also see in Connor’s eyes that he knew it. He wouldn’t let her stall any longer.

“Sara, I want to make love to my wife,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you call it that. Usually you call it fucking,” she remarked, surprised.

“Oh, I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.”

“You’re not?”

“No, tonight we’ll make love. Other times we’ll make love too, but I want you to get used to me before I thoroughly fuck your brains out,” he informed her with a smug smile.

Her eyes widened, but she also felt an answering flutter between her legs. Maybe she’d like that afterward. Her body sure seemed to enjoy the idea. She already felt herself grow wet for Connor. Thank God. Her body was ready, and her brain was catching up. She lifted herself on her toes and pulled his head down to kiss her. His lips met hers, not just as her boyfriend, but now a man that was about to become her lover in the fullest sense of the word. This kiss was different, deeper. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, easing her fears even while her heart tripled its racing beat. This is it.

Sara gave a small moan when Connor’s mouth moved expertly with hers. His hands traveled down along her arms to take her hands and link his fingers with hers.

He lifted his head; his lips moist from their kiss. He gave her a small smile. “If you don’t calm down you’re going to pass out,” he warned.

“I don’t exactly equate your touch with calmness,” she said, her voice trembling.

He pulled away from her embrace and flung himself on the bed on his back. “Okay, then. I’m not going to touch you.”

“This is going to be very difficult to pull off if we’re not touching,” she informed him with a wry grin.

“You’re going to touch me, Sara. Do whatever you like. Ravish me, baby!” He threw an arm over his forehead dramatically.

Sara stared at him in disbelief. “You’re serious?”

His eyes met hers. “Take my clothes off.”

She moved a leg over him to straddle him. With a leg on either side of his hips, she leaned down and brought her mouth to his. She eased her tongue into his mouth and tasted the champagne they had drunk earlier. She trailed her fingers along his jaw while she feasted on his mouth and then slid them into his hair, feeling the silkiness of the blond strands in contrast with the slight stiffness of hair gel. She moved lower to rain kisses on his jaw. She felt him sigh against her mouth when her mouth reached his neck. Connor tilted his head back, and she was able to trail her tongue along the length of his throat. She began to undo the first buttons of his shirt exposing the first hint of tanned soft skin. She moved down farther to taste his exposed chest. Her behind came in contact with the bulge in his pants, and he groaned. Surprised, Sara lifted her head, and then she realized what she was propped up against. “Oh, sorry,” she said with a grin, not apologetic in the least.

“Trust me, don’t be.” He swallowed hard.

She smiled at him and shifted her behind again, rubbing against the thick bulge.

Connor closed his eyes and swore when she rolled her hips. He pressed his fingers into her hips. “Sara, stop that,” he pleaded, his voice rough with restraint. “This’ll be over too soon if you keep that up.”

She leaned down and trailed her tongue around one of his nipples. At the same time she stopped her movements and pressed her behind against his hardness, following his order and not moving.

“Fuck, woman,” he panted.

“I knew there must be a reason guys had these,” she joked, playing his nipples with her tongue.

“Sara.”

“Now you know, Connor,” she whispered, easing the shirt away from his chest. “Now you know what you do to me.” Sara sucked his nipple into her mouth. He grew thicker against her bottom.

Luke and Megan are fighter pilots and soldiers fighting side by side to find a new home for their lost people. They have loved each other for years, but neither will admit it for fear of betraying the memory of their best friend, Megan's dead fiancee. With a little help from the Gods above, will these brave warriors find the courage to engage in a battle for each others hearts?

“Ah, that’s much better,” Megan admitted, rubbing her towel through her now-clean hair. Keeping her other towel wrapped around her breasts, she opened her locker and began to rummage for her underwear and bra. The air in the locker room was humid with the scent of regulation soap.

She noticed the air in the bunkroom wasn’t that much better. The material of her bra was already starting to stick to her breasts. Fuck. Was the air-conditioning busted or something? If this had been her apartment back home, she could sleep naked and in relatively more comfort. It was one of the things she missed most about Earth. If she was so inclined, she could heat up soup at her stove stark naked. While the rules of modesty were somewhat lax by necessity among the pilots, they hadn’t quite reached that comfort zone. Although, they all had caught glimpses of each other’s bits and bobs over the years. Really, unless they all walked around with their eyes closed, it was kind of hard to avoid getting an inadvertent peek.

Of course, it was only natural to enjoy some peeks more than others. If she were being completely objective and analytical about it, she could admit that their captain, her very best friend, had the nicest ass. Hands down. Not that she spent a lot of time trying to look. Inadvertent peeks, she reminded herself. Nothing to feel guilty about. Just a normal human appreciation for a damn nice male ass. Not to mention the frontal view. Those inadvertent peeks were more rare, but just as meaningless, Megan told herself. Yes, indeed, it was a purely aesthetic observation. Every part of Luke McCadden was damn fine. Sleek, tight, and well formed.

The bunkroom was empty. Megan hoped that she’d fall into deep sleep before the other pilots returned and caused a damn racket. Forgoing the blanket, she pulled out one sheet and draped it over herself while she got comfy on her mattress.

Drawing her curtain closed for privacy, she decided to risk it and pulled off her bra and underwear, tucking it under her pillow. She sent a silent prayer up to the Gods that she not be wakened in the middle of the night by some emergency and lose precious seconds pulling her underclothes back on before having to climb out of her bunk. Feeling a little better, she turned off the small lamp clipped to her bunk and settled in for some restful sleep.

It all started with a bet. Now Allie has to fulfill her partner Jimmy's every desire. Being Allie's partner on the force at the NYPD, Jimmy's greatest desire is for Allie to be his partner in life as well, and this by the book cop is not above getting down and dirty to convince her.

Allie thought Lucy had been dipping into Max's homemade wine when the young woman burst into the locker room and announced that there were a dozen half naked male cops going at it in an intense volleyball game match in the gym.

"Odds are on Jimmy's team taking it right now," she said, jumping up and down. "Come on."

Allie dropped her shoe. "Jimmy? As in Detective 'Tight Ass' Jimmy McCullough?" She hated the way his name came out a little more breathy than she'd intended.

"You can count every bunch of muscle." Lucy all but swooned. "It looks like a fucking all male strip show. Ain't you coming?" she asked when she noticed Allie was just standing there, biting her lip and holding one shoe.

This is a bad idea, Allie thought, following her friend out of the locker room. Jimmy in his uniform was too unnerving for her. Jimmy in his tank top and shorts was sinful. Half-naked Jimmy was a fucking visual orgasm. This was a very bad idea. Maybe she could picture Sergeant Collins's head on his body instead while she watched him. Ew. Okay, yeah. That would work.

Allie straightened her shoulders and entered the gym after Lucy. Fucking shit! There were a handful of the male half of the NYPD District 14 in shorts, sneakers and nothing else. Max's team consisted of the police officers beneath him and Jimmy's team were the detectives. Allie's gaze flitted back and forth as she watched them. They were flushed and sweaty, running to keep the white ball in the air.

She noticed that her fellow female officers were whistling off to the side and making lewd comments while the men battled it out. Jimmy got ready to accept the ball on his side then she saw his eyes fall on her once he realized she'd entered the room. The ball smacked him in the back of the head.

"Man!" Karl protested the missed shot. Then he followed the focus of Jimmy's gaze and clapped his hands together. "Oh! The legendary Detective Allie Harris has decided to grace us with her presence."

"Thought I'd give you poor shmucks some incentive." Allie winked at Karl, all the while feeling the heat of Jimmy's gaze on her.

"Don't put up an offer like that, Harris, unless ya mean it," Mickey piped in, laughing.

"Awww, Mickey, are ya a-scared?" she taunted. "If you guys lose, I get to pick your punishment."

"And if we win? You're on the winning team's paperwork duty for a week," Max announced.

"No, whoever makes the match point gets to decide the reward," Jimmy countered, his eyes never leaving Allie's.

Sheeit, the guy had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he'd just taken her on the floor and fucked her hard and fast before his next blink.

She forced herself to bring her thoughts back on a safer track and tore her gaze away, focusing on Karl.

"All right, back to work gentlemen! We wanna see some panting and sweating!" Sheri shouted from the sidelines.

"Been a while, huh, Sheri?" Max asked, brown eyes light with teasing.

"Fuck you," Sheri tossed back.

"Six of one, half a dozen of the other," Max said, making a kissy face at her.

"Okay, foreplay over, you two. Back into positions, gentlemen. Max, I believe it was your point," Allie said, moving next to Lucy on the mat against the wall. Marie stood at the board marking off the score. Hmm, it looked like the detectives were in the lead, Allie noticed. Her stomach tightened with a strange sort of anticipation. She didn't want them to win of course. That would be silly. Though she was curious as to what reward Jimmy had in mind if the match point was his, which watching him was not far out of the realm of possibility. She stifled a snort. Probably would be something mundane exactly like making her do his paperwork for a week.

The game lasted another twenty minutes. Twenty of the hottest, sweatiest, most breathless minutes without actual touching she had ever been privy to. The room was bathed in the scent of male sweat and damn if it wasn't making Allie wet as all get out.

It'd been a while since she'd had a good fuck. That was all, she decided, watching Jimmy running back and forth, bending to receive the ball, his shorts caressing the curves of his buttocks. Too damn long, she thought, her mouth dry. She watched the beads of sweat sliding from his forehead down his neck onto his chest. His skin was red with exertion. They all were. Heck even the women were growing quiet, watching the glistening men, except for the slight panting of breathlessness coming from the few female spectators. Allie closed her thighs tightly to try and stop the throbbing that had started there when he ran the back of his hand across his damp forehead.

The next shot sailed over to his team. He balled his fist up in the air and Allie could swear his eyes moved to her for a split second before he connected with the ball and spiked it down over to Max's side. It landed a few inches from one of Max's outstretched hands. So close. But not close enough. Shouts of victory went up on Jimmy's team. And the women joined in with cheers and whistles when his fellow detectives pumped their fists in the air and slammed into each other in triumph. Karl and Jack lifted Jimmy up on one of each of their shoulders. He met Allie's gaze and while his smile held, his blue eyes seemed more intense than she'd ever seen them. She shivered beneath his gaze.

"All right, Detective. What ungodly drudgery are you gonna make me perform?" she asked, forcing herself to her feet and stiffening her weak knees. The flush of his skin made his eyes look almost inhumanely blue. Fuck. God knew what he was doing when he made Jimmy McCullough. She watched the beads of sweat make their way along the flushed column of his neck, down into the hairs of his chest. Allie was almost certain if she were to press her tongue to the glistening stretch of skin over his collarbone, she'd hear a hiss and smoke would rise. When Karl tossed him a towel, Allie wanted to kill Karl just a little bit. Jimmy smiled at her, and, no lie, she grew wet between her legs. Lord, Harris! Get a grip!

"See, now that's something that requires much consideration from an over-thinker like myself," he said with a wink at her. He leaned in meaningfully. "I'll let you know."

"Oooh, Detective, you taking suggestions?" Karl asked as they headed out of the room.

"Oh! Thank you, ladies for being such an ... uh ... enthusiastic audience," Jimmy said with a laugh. "Hope you enjoyed the game."

"There was a game?" Lucy asked with a giggle while the female occupants of the exercise room all tilted their heads to watch the various tight posteriors exiting the room. "So what do you think he's gonna make you do, Allie?" she asked leaning gently on the fabric of the volleyball net.

"Probably gonna make me rearrange his sock drawer according to function. 'These are my uniform socks, these are my athletic socks, these are my dress socks and never shall they mix!'" she teased, mimicking Jimmy's clipped tone.

"Or make you his lust slave for a week ... God, why couldn't I have thought of the bet first!" Lucy said with an exaggerated shiver that Allie was hard pressed not to emulate. Then she shook her head in amusement.

"Trust me, Jimmy is about as likely to make anyone a lust slave as Sergeant Collins and I are to sit and paint each other's toenails," Allie said, making the women dissolve into laughter while they split up and headed to the showers.

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Laura and Caleb were teenage sweethearts. Then Laura disappeared, leaving nothing behind but a simple note.

Now she’s back, a street smart cop on the trail of an underground child sex slave operation right in the heart of New York City and she’s been sent to Caleb’s division to help bring down one of the most reprehensible men in the country. When the old lovers are partnered up, can they put their old hurts aside to do their jobs and save the children?

“Why, Laura? Why the hell did you just leave like that? Do you have any idea what that did to Caleb? You wrecked him. Completely wr—”

Laura couldn’t look at him anymore. “I'll get you transferred to Hatfield's class. Go down to Mrs Monti—”

“Like hell,” Mike snapped, and now it was Laura who jerked in surprise.

She'd seen him depressed, cheerful, surly, but she didn’t remember ever seeing him well and truly angry. Like now.

“You owe me some answers, for my brother's sake. What the hell happened that you had to ditch him without so much as a goodbye?”

“I left a note,” she replied, knowing how pathetic and weak that sounded.

“Caleb never mentioned a note. But it must not have been very clear, because he's spent the past five years wondering what the hell he did to make you dump him like a sack of garbage—”

“Stop it! God, just stop!” Laura pleaded, wrapping her arms around herself.

Mike's eyes softened, and he shook his head. “We have to talk about this, Laura. I'm not gonna let you ignore me. If you transfer me, I'm getting on the phone to Caleb right now and telling him where you are, got it?”

Her eyes widened. “You can't!”

“We'll get something to eat after class. How's that?”

“It's not a good idea for me to get too chummy with my students.” For once, she was more than happy to follow the rules.

“Fine. We'll go some place out of town,”

“For God’s sake!” she cried, feeling trapped.

“Laura, if you ever loved my brother, you'll meet me at D’Angelo’s tonight at seven. Got it? Now we should get back in there before we give the other students more to wonder about than we already have.” He held the door to her class open, and Laura forced herself to walk through it, being very careful not to touch him.

****

It took a whole bottle of wine for her to come up with enough half truths and outright lies to satisfy him.

Fear of commitment.

Not good enough.

Different worlds.

Her feelings had changed. (Yes. If anything, she loved Caleb more now than she ever had.)

Didn't want to hurt him.

That one made Mike choke on his steak. “You think it hurt him less ’cause you were too much of a coward to say all that to his face?” he asked her, eyes wide in disbelief.

Laura lowered her gaze and ran her finger along the edge of her plate, thinking, it hurt me less.

She was very drunk by the end of the evening, and Mike drove her back to her apartment. He carried Laura through the sparsely furnished living room to her bedroom and untangled her hands from around his neck. She gave a small whimper, protesting at being released. He was so warm, and she hadn’t felt anything but cold in so long. She nuzzled his skin. He smelled like Caleb. The same cologne. Laura remembered that scent, like spiced warm leather, mingling with his natural scent that reminded her of wet grass after a violent rainstorm, filling every pore so that she could still smell Caleb on her skin days later.

“You're gonna have a hell of a hangover come morning.”

Not Caleb, Laura told herself, trying to straighten the tangle of her thoughts. The voice was different, deeper. Mike. That's right. It's Mike here. Not Caleb. She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to see Caleb when she opened them again.

Still not Caleb.

Then Mike brushed his lips across her forehead before leaving her.

Just like Caleb.

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