Persevere, and survive.
Those are my two
guiding words. I never knew either of my parents. I have no family and no home.
The only person I could ever rely on was myself. In this cruel world, that's
about as much as I can ask for.
Love? Hah. Don't
talk to me about love. I stopped believing in it the day my first boyfriend
ripped out my heart three years ago.
That's why love
is the last thing on my mind when I leave a packed college bar with a
captivating stranger. Yet everything changes when I'm awakened in the middle of
the night by a pounding at the door. Suddenly, an arrangement meant for just
one night threatens to become something much deeper.
All expectations
are thrown to the wind as I'm tangled in a dangerous world unlike anything I
can believe. The man I met has secrets swirling around him like a dark cape.
I'm about to become his biggest one...
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About the Author
I'm Scarlett Edwards. I'm a full-time student (2nd year, undergrad) and
part-time writer. I hope to switch those around soon!
I'm kind of old fashioned. I write all my stories
using paper and ink. At the end of the day, I transcribe them on my laptop. It
takes a bit longer, but writing in a notebook really focuses my thoughts.
I love vintage photography.
I have an old-school film camera that was my mom's from before I was born. I
use it to take pictures almost every day.
Yours to Savor is
the first full book I worked on. It went through six drafts, and took me
ten months to complete. In the two months since getting it done, I
finished two drafts of brand new stories. I'm getting faster!
I love hearing from my
readers. I love getting feedback about my books. I'm just getting started, and
plan on doing this writing gig for a long, long time.
I take inspiration from all
the indie romance authors. Addison Moore, Samantha Young, Colleen Hoover,
Jessica Sorensen, and everyone else…. you girls rock!
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Stalk Her
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Teaser
Together, we stumble
toward the elevator. Rich breaks away for a second to hit the button. The light
doesn’t come on.
“Damn,” he growls, “it’s
busted again.”
I’m one step ahead of him.
I’d spotted the stairs when we entered. I grab his hand and pull him after me
with no hesitation. I start up the cement stairwell, determined to get to his
room as fast as possible.
“Penny, wait.”
I look back, confused.
“What?”
A devilish smile plays on
his lips. “Only this.” Without warning his hands wrap around my waist, and I’m being
lifted up as easily as if I were a doll. He turns to the side and presses my
body against the wall, suspending me between him and the concrete.
His mouth crashes down on
mine again. I curl my legs around his torso, locking my ankles together, and
kiss him back with the passion reserved for a lover after ten long years apart.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m getting even more turned on. Rich’s
hands move down to grasp the outside of my thighs, and I moan into his kiss as
the muscles of my core clench in sinful fashion. I want him so
badly. If we don’t get
somewhere private soon, I won’t be wholly opposed to jumping him in public.
I gasp as he steps away,
freeing me from the wall. I start to fall, but one of his hands darts down to catch
me just beneath the knees. The other one
cradles my shoulders. Before I know it, I’m slung across his arms like a bride on her wedding night.
“I’ve always wanted to
carry a girl up these stairs,” Rich admits.
I laugh, and wrap my arm
around his neck. “Oh, you are just the best type of romantic.”
Four flights of stairs
later, Rich pushes open the fire door to a dimly-lit hallway. He carries me
down the hall and stops in front of an entrance on the right. He sets me down,
then fishes around in his jeans for the key. When the door creaks open, he
sweeps a hand out in front of him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
I walk in, curious about
his apartment. I tend to side with the camp of people who believe that a
person’s living arrangements can reveal a lot about his personality. But, I
don’t find much to work with here.
The apartment is sparse
and dark. Pale moonlight filters in through the balcony window, shining down on
the only piece of furniture present: a queen size mattress lying on the floor
of the living room. The red brick walls are totally empty—no girly posters or
other things I might expect in a bachelor’s apartment. There are no lamps, no
chairs, no couches.
After a moment, I notice a
second piece of furniture: a small, old-school CRT TV camped in one corner of
the studio apartment.
Rich switches on the
light. “So?” he asks, “what do you think?”
I walk past the entrance.
There’s one hall leading away from the room. It is filled with brown cardboard
boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. “Did you just move in or something?”
Rich laughs behind me.
“Yeah, something like that. You want a drink?”
“A drink?” I say. “No, I—”
The words catch in my
throat as he grabs my hips and spins me around. I had no idea he’d come so
close. He’d moved from the door to me without making a sound. His fingers lock
together against my lower back, and he tugs me into him, pressing my belly to
his waist. I feel his growing erection right away, and a diabolical excitement
builds inside me.
Nothing happens.
For a long moment, Richard
just holds me like that, staring into my eyes as I’m left dangling off his
arms. His irises are the color of sea mist. I’m hypnotized by the deep
intensity I see brewing just beneath the surface. I have no doubt that that
type of intensity is mirrored in my eyes.
Then, moving slowly, as if
restraining himself, Richard lowers his mouth to cover mine. This time, his
kiss is sweet and gentle. Subtle and caring. He explores my upper lip first,
then traces the line going to the corner of my mouth. His lips form a perfect
mold over mine.
I was wrong before. This is the kiss reserved for a lover
you haven’t seen in ten years.
~*~
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