Genre: Contemporary Romance

First comes love, then comes marriage.Then comes...disaster.In Livy's mind, prince charmings, happily ever afters and true love only exist in her world of books.Jeremy believes otherwise, and he's determined to prove he can be all of that for Livy.All it takes is a little hope to embark on forever... until the unexpected turns their solid foundation into suffocating quicksand. And just like that, everything begins to crumble.Spiraling out of control, Jeremy and Livy grow further apart with every day that passes.But a glimpse of what once was reminds them that the fate of their future lies solely in their hands.When life-altering love becomes earth-shattering heartache, only the past can mend it.If it isn't too late.

Excerpt

LIVY

Instead of doing an about-face and bolting, Jeremy picks me up and sets me on the counter. He locks his gaze with mine briefly, then kisses me with the same magnitude as before. I throw my arms over his shoulders, my fingers instantly in his hair. I wrap my legs around him and pull him as close as I possibly can. He smells so good. My hands decide to explore and slide down to his biceps, which are quite exquisite. I reach down and grab his ass. Holy Jesus, it’s such a nice ass. Jeremy groans and lifts me off the counter and begins walking toward the living room. He breaks our kiss momentarily and tilts his head. “This floor?”

I nod. No time for words. Back to kissing, please. He gets the message and kisses me again. His lips move away from mine and to my jawline and neck as he lowers me to the floor. My whole body is tingling, and my heart may just literally explode. What a mess that would be. The first guy who actually makes me feel this way and I might just die before we even do anything serious.

He puts his hand under my shirt and brushes it over my stomach.

“I’ve wanted to touch you since the first time I saw you, but I was scared you’d kick my ass.”

I laugh.

He kisses my neck again and moves to my collarbone. He slides his hand up, still under my shirt, and runs his fingers over my bra. The sensation I have from the kissing and from his hands working simultaneously is overwhelming. I let out a tiny groan of my own.

“God, Livy. You are so fucking sexy.”

He said my name.

My body is going to burst into flames.

I never want this to end.

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About Zeia Jameson:

Zeia Jameson's passion for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are elements that keep the world sane and spinning. Zeia lives in Georgia with her husband and daughter, where they spend most of their time exploring recipes, bingeing on Netflix, and traveling as much as possible.