by Julie Prestsater
Blurb:
Stay. Stay with me. Stay here. Stay close. Stay like this forever. Stay as happy as I am right here in your arms, always.
* * *
All
I’ve ever wanted was to be loved, but if this is what true love is…I’m
not so sure I want it anymore. It also makes me wonder if any of my
memories of our once happy marriage are even real. Maybe I just conjured
up the fairy tale in my head because I wanted…no…needed it so much. Who
the hell knows?
“Molly
just called to remind you about your book club meeting this afternoon.”
He turns away. “I told her you’ve never missed a meeting and I doubt
today would be any different.”
The
door shuts behind him before I let a smile creep across my lips.
Instantly, the hurt from this morning flees my mind and I feel nothing
but giddiness. I have a book club meeting today, and let’s just say it’s
not your everyday book club.
Sure, my husband may never truly love me again…but who needs love when you’re about to get an eyeful of hot firemen?
* * *
Tell
Me You Love Me is the first in a four-book series called Fire Me Up—a
sweet romantic comedy series about a group of sassy neighborhood women
who have a serious love for steamy romance novels and sexy firemen.
Lucky for them the local firehouse is just a few steps away and is in no
shortage of hot firefighters to fill their wild imaginations.
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Excerpt:
“Nice
to meet you, Lizzy.” I know the other guys called her Liz, but with her
sweet face, smile, and that sassy mouth Liz doesn’t do her justice.
Yeah, that mouth has me thinking all sorts of other things about her. I
take her soft hand in mine and hold onto it a little bit longer than I
should.
“Hey,
Ryan. Welcome to the club.” Her eyes linger on mine for a few seconds.
She’s the first to look away and I’m happy for it because I don’t know
that I could have. I sure didn’t want to let go of her hand. I haven’t
felt the stare of a woman in a long time, but I know when one is
checking me out, and she definitely was. Not only that, but she likes
that I’m looking at her too. I can tell. I can sense it with her uneven
breaths and the flush of her cheeks. That sort of thing does a lot for a
man’s ego and I welcome it.
She’s
had me on edge since we first reached the midway point to the top of
the hill. I observed each of the women as soon as we walked up and she’s
the one who completely held my attention. Her long deep auburn hair,
pulled high in a loose ponytail. Her green eyes bright and playful. The
other women looked too made up and appeared to have spent time at the
salon before coming out today. But not Lizzy, she’s so relaxed like
she’s ready to head out for a day at the ball field.
I like that about her.
And I also liked her talking about my cock, if we’re being honest. Fuck if that doesn’t have me thinking about her mouth again.
Most
women would prefer to use a different word, but cock slides off her
tongue like a pro. I glance at her pink lips and instantly my pants
tighten, wondering if she can handle more than just the word.
I
grasp the cold water in my hand hoping it will act like a iced cold
shower for my overactive hormones. It’s been longer than I can remember
since a woman has had this effect on me.
“Okay, enough dick talk.” Austin tosses a few strawberries into his mouth. “Drink up, fellas. We gotta hump it.”
“I
thought we were done with the dick talk,” the older one says. I think
her name is Molly. “Men, I tell you. It always comes back to your
peckers.”
I
shake my head at that one as the rest of the group chuckles. Ain’t that
the truth. For most men, it’s been about our junk since the first time
we jacked off. Shit, maybe longer. My mom says she’d always catch me
sleeping with my hand in my pants from the moment I graduated to big boy
pajamas. Her choice of words, not mine. She still loves to tease me
about it.
We toss our bottles into the recycling bin and pull our Air Packs onto our backs before heading out.
“Bye
bye, boys,” Lizzy says. I turn back to steal a look at her again. The
other women are chatting with each other, but not her. She’s looking at
me too.
About The Author:
Julie
is a high school teacher by day, and a writer by night. She writes both
young adult and adult romances. When she's not writing, she can be
found out and about with her family, reading, and watching football. As a
reading intervention teacher, she prides herself on matching her
students with great books to encourage them to become life-long readers.
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