Monday 16 June 2014
Guest Post - Brook Cottage
Books
Have The Summer Of Your Life
Reach For Your Light - Book
1 The Light Direction Series
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Deafening everyone on the island and making small animals run for cover
I let out an almighty, "Squee." I’m bursting with uncontrollable
excitement. "Jez," I gasp lustfully, "That’s so amazing and...
you’ve made me so horny now. Take me. Take me here, now, please."
Chuckling at my reaction he wraps his arms around me, grabbing my ass.
“Sounds like you’ve had an orgasm already.” He whispers.
Laughing breathlessly. “Maybe, now give me another one.”
“Haha, so demanding Miss Williams. Will you be like this when we live
together?”
“Probably.”
“Mmmmmm I do hope so.” Leaning in to kiss me, his hard on is in my
hands in seconds.
When Jez asks Emma to live with him in her dream apartment on the
beach, she’s excited to start living the most incredible summer of her life.
With the outstretched golden sand of Sandbanks on one side and the shallow
turquoise water of Poole Harbour on the other, their new home is perfectly
placed to admire a stunning view of the unspoilt natural beauty of Brownsea
Island. The loved up couple enjoy romantic walks at sunset watching silhouetted
boat masts sway gently in the harbour as the amber sky turns deep orange and
watch awe inspiring fireworks displays over the ocean from their balcony. If
that wasn’t enough, something else makes this summer life changing for Emma. To
find out more, read Reach For Your Light.
Excerpt: Leaving London
His parted lips are pressed hard against my neck in a long stabbing
kiss, hot tongue flicking forcefully against my vulnerable skin. I can’t move.
An overwhelming force burns through my veins and renders me tethered to this
enigmatic man. Intense shards of golden light pierce my tightly closed eyes.
Encapsulated by an energy so strong, so bright, so warm, so sensual, so right,
it tingles and pulses from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. I want
him to touch me, to bring that powerful kiss to my ready willing mouth.
Pressure builds against my chest. He pushes into me, it hurts,
suffocating, intense, the energy has changed, possessed by foreboding darkness.
Amber light replaced by violent flames of crimson. I struggle, trying to get
free, desperate to open my eyes but it’s no use I am trapped. Strong hands are
gripping my neck and sending shockwaves of pain through my body as he lifts me
clear from the ground.
“Arghhh.” With a strangled cry I startle myself awake, snapping free
from another rendition of a vision that keeps tormenting my tired mind.
Squinting, I look around the station. Disoriented as I glance to my
watch and realise exhaustion must have finally forced me to sleep. It has been
almost 4 hours since I slunk to the floor and my eyes still sting from
relentless crying. It’s dark outside now and the bright lights hanging from the
vast steel beams above are worsening the throbbing pain in my head. Tears force
their way down my cheeks again. Silent sobs of anguish, humiliation and
disappointment with myself for being so stupid are disguised as heartache at
the loss of a relationship that was apparently never more than a facade. My dry
throat is constricting as I cough and almost choke. At least no one pays any
attention to my spluttering this time. It was embarrassing enough when the
cleaner felt the overwhelming urge to keep asking me what was wrong earlier,
constantly invading my privacy with those deep brown pity eyes when I first
slumped down to the ground. Urgh. I just want to get home without drawing any
more attention to my sorry self.
“Idiot.” I mumble. I’m such an idiot. Sitting here in the middle of a
busy London train station balling my eyes out like the world is ending. Letting
him get to me like this. It’s Stupid. I’m Stupid. I’m such a Stupid Idiot.
That sick feeling rises in my throat again at the memory of how I
threw myself at him on our last night together. The bastard must have been
laughing at me the whole time. Breathing heavily through my nose I clutch my
case closer to my chest. I’m completely wedged in the gap between the old
closed news stall and the back of the touristy union jack tack gift store. I’ve
found a dark corner, a void to escape to while the world passes me by.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ces Creatively is an inspiring mum of three from Poole who loves to
spend time at Poole Harbour, Sandbanks Dorset. Juggling being a mum with
running graphic design business www.biz-brand-buzz.co.uk, popular website with a book blog www.supportivebusinessmums.co.uk and hand made gifts business www.prettyinspiring.co.uk she miraculously also finds time to
write www.the-light-direction.co.uk novel series which she has dedicated to her
son in heaven. A tireless champion of small businesses and other authors, Ces
has won several awards for supportive innovation and dedicates time every week
to promoting others online. In a unique twist, her debut paranormal romance novel
The Light Direction - Reach For Your Light features real small businesses
and talented creatives.
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Gifts: http://the-light-direction.co.uk/the-light-direction-shop/
GIVEAWAY
Woohooo! She's done it! Girl done good! Congratulations on your first release, Ces, may it be the first of many and may you sell zillions! XX ROCK ON!