eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
romance
Length: Novella
Heat Level: eXcess 1
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.
On the eve of her 25th Wedding Anniversary, Rose finally walks out on her sham of a marriage. She figures that spending her days restoring her cottage garden will be enough of a distraction, but she hasn’t counted on the sexy gardener who turns up to help.
Ryan is more than happy to show Rose what she’s been missing all these years and despite her doubts, Rose is soon blooming - just like her garden.
But like the proverbial fly in the ointment, Rose’s ex husband is unwilling to accept that she can possibly be happy without him and Rose’s daughter, Lucy, is also none too pleased about her mother’s ‘toy boy’ lover!
Can Rose convince them and herself that Ryan is for keeps? Or will her hard won happiness shrivel and die, just like her marriage…
ECATA ROMANCE REVIEW BY ROCIO ROSADO
I truly enjoy books with mature, strong and believable characters, and Rose is all of the above plus hilarious and charming. The way she overcomes what must be a terrifying experience with such determination is inspiring and her mischievous ways of retribution made me laugh and take notes, just in case. Rachelle Le Monnier gives us a great story, one that leaves you with a warm feeling and a big grin.
EXCERPT:
“Need some help?” yelled a voice at me, barely audible above the sound of crashing thunder. It was Ryan. Without thinking, I thrust the wet washing into his arms and grabbed the rest of the clothes. Water dripped down my face as we dashed into the kitchen and out of the storm.
“I tried your front door but I got no answer…” His voice trailed off and I stared at him silently. His tee shirt was soaked though, as were his jeans. I looked down at myself and realised that my white shirt was now virtually transparent. My nipples were prominently visible through the fabric and I knew Ryan had noticed.
My cheeks flamed in embarrassment; this was not how I had envisaged our next meeting. I was intending to be dressed sexily with my hair brushed and lipstick on. Now my hair was plastered to my head in thick coils and my shorts were stuck to my backside. I must have looked a terrible sight.
Turning away quickly, I stared out at the newly formed lake on my patio. The drain must be blocked, I thought irrelevantly.
I felt rather than heard him step up behind me. His hands rested on my shoulder and gently pulled the wet hair away from my neck. I froze; my senses were tingling and all my nerves were dancing, awaiting his next move.
“You need to get out of these wet clothes - you’ll catch your death of cold.”
I shivered at his soft words but not from the chill. My body felt feverish and hot. An unfamiliar ache throbbed between my legs and I sucked in a shaky breath before replying, “Yes I know I’m wet…”
He chuckled at the double meaning inherent in my statement and turned me slowly around to face him. I dropped my gaze; I couldn’t look at him. I just couldn’t believe that this beautiful man was interested in me. Surely it was a joke and he was going to start laughing any minute – at my expense.
“Look at me Rose,” Ryan said firmly, tilting my chin upwards with one finger. Reluctantly I returned his gaze. “I can go right now, if this isn’t what you want – just say the word.”
“I…I don’t know what I want. I’m afraid.” I admitted, feeling ashamed that I was so lacking in self-confidence.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he reassured me gently. “I won’t hurt you.”
“But I’m older than you. I’m not beautiful or sexy or—“
“To me you are all of those things and more!” he interrupted me with a grin. “And so what – you are older than me by a few years. Not a lot I imagine. I am thirty nine and you can only be about forty one or so?”
“I am forty five.” I admitted with a sigh.
“Well you sure as hell don’t look it!”
I blushed again. “Thanks…”
Ryan smiled and bent to kiss me, his lips barely touching mine. I felt myself tingling a little; the contact so fleeting it was hardly there. It wasn’t enough and I instantly craved more, so much more.
I could feel the damp heat of his hard body, pressed urgently against mine. It surprised me slightly that there wasn’t a cloud of steam emanating from between us; my feverish skin felt like it was burning up.
Our lips meshed together, tongues gently tasting and exploring. My doubts fought for supremacy in my tortured brain, but my body was winning the battle. It had been too damned long and I needed to be loved a little.
My hands splayed across Ryan’s chest. His nipples were hard little beads though the wet cotton and I brushed over them lightly. He shivered in response and pulled me closer, crushing my hands between our bodies. The edge of the worktop dug into my back, but I didn’t care; all I cared about was the feel of his hard body against mine.
“Shall we go upstairs?” Ryan asked, reluctantly breaking the kiss. I nodded mutely and he took my hand, allowing me to lead the way up the narrow stairs and into my bedroom.
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