Brooke Willis had everything she ever wanted: a happy marriage, volunteer placement at the art gallery, and the promise of starting a family with the man of her dreams. Saxon Reed had everything he ever thought he needed: a successful career, nice cars, expensive apartment, and more money than he knew what to do with. After losing her husband Brooke insists on taking over his company to keep his dreams alive. Struggling in an industry she knows nothing about, Brooke turns to Saxon, her husband’s best friend and business partner, for guidance and support. Their mutual grief, and Saxon’s need to look after his best friend’s wife, creates a connection beyond just business. Can Brooke take over the company and find a new life without saying goodbye to the past? Can Saxon protect and care for Brooke without scaring her away. What happens when your heart doesn’t listen to your head? When lines are crossed and boundaries are pushed? “Life goes on, whether you choose to move forward and take a chance in the unknown or stay behind, locked in the past, thinking of what could've been. I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I’m so lonely; there’s nothing for me here.”
About the Author
I'm first & foremost a reader & fangirl, I will always be first & foremost a reader & fangirl. I am on street teams, I pimp and I brag. I LOVE my Authors!!
I have recently started writing as a way to relax and spend some time for me. My first novel Wherever You Will Go is due to release later this year. I'm having so much fun writing my first story and I'm looking forward to the journey it is taking me on.
I spot the familiar lady standing at the next stall, although she has aged considerably. “Oh My God. Sax you have to try this fudge!” I yell as I pull him along to the stall. “Twelve pack mixed please,” I ask the lady as Saxon raises his eyes at me. “What?” “That good huh?” He smirks. “It’s the best. I used to get it all the time when I was a kid and Dad would bring me here,” I tell him excitedly. The lady who has been manning this stall and making these delicious sweet treats for as long as I can remember hands me my bag of goodies and Saxon is paying her before I can even reach for my purse. “Thanks.” He smiles down at me. “If it makes you smile like that I’ll buy everything she’s got.” Heat warms my cheeks and I smile shyly. “Well done son,” the vendor says to Saxon. “A happy wife is a happy life.” “Don’t I know it,” he winks at her. I laugh and shake my head as he pulls me away from the stall. “Come on, you have to try some,” I say holding the bag right up to his face. “How can you still be eating after our late lunch and all the food samples you’ve had in the last couple hours?” he asks laughing at me. “There’s always room for fudge,” I answer him seriously. “Besides I’d rather be fat and happy than skinny and hungry.” Saxon’s face breaks into that huge grin that melts my insides. “That’s what I love about you Brooke.” “What? That I’m fat?” I ask with mock horror. span style="color: #000000;">“Shut up,” he laughs as he playfully shoves me, nearly into another shopper, before quickly grabbing me and pulling me into him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and places his head into my neck. “Shit, I’m sorry Brooke. You’re so damn little I forget how strong I am.” His voice is serious but I can feel the laughter rolling through him from the quick breaths on my neck and his shaking shoulders. Lifting my hand I slap him across the back of the head and he quickly pulls away from me, laughter still written on his face. I take another piece of fudge and stuff it into my mouth before huffing at him and walking away. “Don’t eat too much fudge, we’ve still got dinner,” he scolds me. “Yes Dad.” I hear his quick footsteps catching up to me and I duck away as he nears me. I’m not nearly quick enough, probably because I’m more concerned about the bag of fudge in my hand, and he easily wraps his arm around my shoulders, holding me tight against him. I reach into my bag of fudge and go to shove one in his mouth. He grabs my wrist before I can make contact and looks down at me before he brings it to his mouth. He eats the fudge out of my fingers painfully slow. Purposefully torturing me as revenge. My body quakes with need and I squeeze my thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure he is building there. He hasn’t taken his eyes off mine and I stand there stunned, in a trance of lust. When he’s finished nibbling the fudge and my fingers, he slowly licks them clean. Taking each one into his mouth and slowly sucking, licking and nibbling it. He releases my hand from his mouth and intertwines our fingers. “You’re right, that’s fucking good fudge,” he says calmly and pulls me along, as if he didn’t just turn me into a puddle of mush.