Finding Her Way Back
Release Date: 10/07/14
Swoon Romance
Summary from Goodreads:
Meet Callie. She's nineteen, quirky, and fears commitments. She also has a love/hate relationship with her tennis shoes.
Nine months of college, done and gone, and all Callie has to show for it is her freshman thirty. But alas, no worries, life has other crap plans for her now. Plans that include a set of nuptials from hell for her older, she-devil sister Anna. Struggling to rid her chubby-sexy vibe, Callie is put on a strict Anna regimen of 'do this do that' while attempting to avoid the unavoidable. The unavoidable being Ky Hampton: her once skinny-skater-boy turned sex-god, ex best friend from across the street.
Kylan feels as though he is a waste. A mechanic, country music singer with not a lyrics to his name. A boy with a proverbial skateboard still strung around his neck from high school. He's lost, and he'd be the first to admit it. But the moment he spots Calla Lily--with a cemented penis in hand--the more he realizes that she's exactly the muse he's been missing.
But when the going gets tough, and the secrets of her past grow thicker, Callie has to figure out if her tennis shoes will be her escape this time around in life, or her demise instead.
Nine months of college, done and gone, and all Callie has to show for it is her freshman thirty. But alas, no worries, life has other crap plans for her now. Plans that include a set of nuptials from hell for her older, she-devil sister Anna. Struggling to rid her chubby-sexy vibe, Callie is put on a strict Anna regimen of 'do this do that' while attempting to avoid the unavoidable. The unavoidable being Ky Hampton: her once skinny-skater-boy turned sex-god, ex best friend from across the street.
Kylan feels as though he is a waste. A mechanic, country music singer with not a lyrics to his name. A boy with a proverbial skateboard still strung around his neck from high school. He's lost, and he'd be the first to admit it. But the moment he spots Calla Lily--with a cemented penis in hand--the more he realizes that she's exactly the muse he's been missing.
But when the going gets tough, and the secrets of her past grow thicker, Callie has to figure out if her tennis shoes will be her escape this time around in life, or her demise instead.
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"Follow me. And whatever you do, don't leave my side." Nodding his agreement, my big, muscular, beautiful, terrified Ky, followed me to one of the power up stations.
Laser lights reflected off the black walls and the music was already blaring. I heard the beep, as I stuck my gun in one of the little power-up stations. I motioned toward Ky to follow me after the lights on his helmet both flashed green, signaling he was ready to play.
Ky just needed something to work for, and my plan was to give it to him. There in the dark corner surrounded by the seven foot, windowless walls he'd relax, for sure.
Eagerness should have been my middle name as I dropped my gun to the floor. Face flooding with confusion, Ky gaped down at me. Pressing his shoulders back against the wall, I pushed his legs apart with my knee, settling it just below the hardness between his legs. The lights flickered over his suddenly knowing face, and I caught-just barely-the look of heat brewing in his eyes.
I opened my mouth, closed my lids, and pushed my lips to his. Not messing around, he dropped his gun and cradled the back of my head with his hands. Fingers fisting into the nape of my hair, he opened his mouth fully, accepting my tongue in a dance that moved at a rate I couldn't get enough of. Damn, Ky kissed like he was dying. Always. Full, open, so consuming. I reached for his hand, pressing it over my breasts, gasping when he took it a step forward and slipped it down into my shirt, grasping my nipples through the lace of my bra.
Now this was some serious motivation.
Lowering my own free hand, the one that was not tucked against his neck, I pressed it just below the button of his pants, feeling his hardness for the first time, right there in the fucking laser tag game room…where, yes, kids were only a few feet behind our wall. I don't know if it was adrenaline, or the fast paced techno music blaring around us that made me brave, but when I found his erection, I knew I'd struck some serious gold.
My God, he was incredibly endowed-much bigger than Brad and that naked Jay statue. Sucking on my lip, he groaned into my mouth, the sound drowned out by the music, the sensation still vibrating against my tongue. He mouthed something over my lips, felt like a "fuck" maybe, but then the unmistakable sound of screeching laser guns sounded around us. Proving that our little dark corner romp was over way too soon.
He pulled away first, shaking his head at me, with a total good-boy smile on his face the entire time. It was nice to know he was all for our little game here. Mouthing the word motivation his way, I winked, reached down, and grabbed my gun, pulling him along with me with my other hand.
Then he pinched my ass, and my sudden need to protect him and motivate him grew short lived. Nice. Here I was, trying to relax him, be a good girl, in the naughtiest of senses and instead, he turned ornery on me. But when I turned to find him, to keep him along with me and give him a piece of my mind at the same time, I realized he was gone.
Smiling, frozen, and nodding to myself I finally spotted him, making his way through the barrels and walls, looking like the sexiest fucking badass in the history of laser tag.
Laser lights reflected off the black walls and the music was already blaring. I heard the beep, as I stuck my gun in one of the little power-up stations. I motioned toward Ky to follow me after the lights on his helmet both flashed green, signaling he was ready to play.
Ky just needed something to work for, and my plan was to give it to him. There in the dark corner surrounded by the seven foot, windowless walls he'd relax, for sure.
Eagerness should have been my middle name as I dropped my gun to the floor. Face flooding with confusion, Ky gaped down at me. Pressing his shoulders back against the wall, I pushed his legs apart with my knee, settling it just below the hardness between his legs. The lights flickered over his suddenly knowing face, and I caught-just barely-the look of heat brewing in his eyes.
I opened my mouth, closed my lids, and pushed my lips to his. Not messing around, he dropped his gun and cradled the back of my head with his hands. Fingers fisting into the nape of my hair, he opened his mouth fully, accepting my tongue in a dance that moved at a rate I couldn't get enough of. Damn, Ky kissed like he was dying. Always. Full, open, so consuming. I reached for his hand, pressing it over my breasts, gasping when he took it a step forward and slipped it down into my shirt, grasping my nipples through the lace of my bra.
Now this was some serious motivation.
Lowering my own free hand, the one that was not tucked against his neck, I pressed it just below the button of his pants, feeling his hardness for the first time, right there in the fucking laser tag game room…where, yes, kids were only a few feet behind our wall. I don't know if it was adrenaline, or the fast paced techno music blaring around us that made me brave, but when I found his erection, I knew I'd struck some serious gold.
My God, he was incredibly endowed-much bigger than Brad and that naked Jay statue. Sucking on my lip, he groaned into my mouth, the sound drowned out by the music, the sensation still vibrating against my tongue. He mouthed something over my lips, felt like a "fuck" maybe, but then the unmistakable sound of screeching laser guns sounded around us. Proving that our little dark corner romp was over way too soon.
He pulled away first, shaking his head at me, with a total good-boy smile on his face the entire time. It was nice to know he was all for our little game here. Mouthing the word motivation his way, I winked, reached down, and grabbed my gun, pulling him along with me with my other hand.
Then he pinched my ass, and my sudden need to protect him and motivate him grew short lived. Nice. Here I was, trying to relax him, be a good girl, in the naughtiest of senses and instead, he turned ornery on me. But when I turned to find him, to keep him along with me and give him a piece of my mind at the same time, I realized he was gone.
Smiling, frozen, and nodding to myself I finally spotted him, making his way through the barrels and walls, looking like the sexiest fucking badass in the history of laser tag.
About the Author
Midwestern native Heather Van Fleet lives in a small town on the Iowa/Illinois border. She's a wife to her hubby--and high school sweet heart--Chris, as well as a mom to her three little girls, Kelsey, Emma and Bella. When she's not obsessing over her fictional book characters, cooking dinner, or running around chasing her crazy kiddos, you can usually find her with her head stuck in her Kindle, sucking down White Chocolate Mochas like they're water.
Midwestern native Heather Van Fleet lives in a small town on the Iowa/Illinois border. She's a wife to her hubby--and high school sweet heart--Chris, as well as a mom to her three little girls, Kelsey, Emma and Bella. When she's not obsessing over her fictional book characters, cooking dinner, or running around chasing her crazy kiddos, you can usually find her with her head stuck in her Kindle, sucking down White Chocolate Mochas like they're water.
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