Looking
Back On Forever
by
Kat Alexander
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
There
are moments in time that stand out more than others: your first kiss,
a special birthday party, seeing your baby for the first time, an
intimate conversation, a first date, even something as little as
sitting around a dining room table with friends. This is the story of
the moments that stood out after I first laid eyes on Noah Gish. ~
Claire Sawyer
The
city, it used to be a place I loved and missed with an ache in my
gut. It was home. The place where I grew up, where I had fun, where I
had my friends, where life was as good as I knew it to be. Then I was
shipped off to a place that begins the story of how I fell in love,
just to screw everything up. ~ Noah Gish
This
is a contemporary romance about first love and heartbreak.
That thought is halted the minute she walks in. Long, soft waves of brown swish inside the
doorway. Below that hair is a petite, very petite,
package full of curves. flawless ass wrapped in some tight jeans, tiny waist,
full breasts seen at a side profile, outlined in a gray V-neck shirt. Those
soft globes peeking out as she inhales. The ideal hourglass figure.
I haven’t even seen her face and I’m already
picturing what I would do to her. I want to feel her skin. I can imagine how
silky it would feel, how soft and conforming to my grip. How it would feel
under my lips. Taste on my tongue. I want to lick her back. Every curve of …
Again my thoughts come to a halt. My erection
stops mid-growth. Her face. Those eyes. My heart stops. It literally. Fucking.
Stops. I don’t even think I breathe.
I’m not a fan of clichés, but from my
reactions—my stopped breath, my stopped heart, the jaw dropping, eyes
devouring, not to mention sexual thoughts paused … and now my heart is beating
like I just ran a marathon, quick breathes, heart attack approaching. If I
believed in it, I think I am experiencing love at first sight. And from the
looks of her—paused mid-step, eyes locked on mine, rapid breathing, mouth
parted, now trying not to look at me—I would say she is experiencing the same
dubious phenomena.
Her face, if it had to be described in one
word, it would be angelic. Her skin is impeccably fair, with a pretty blush to
her cheeks. Her eyes are big and doe-like, so sweet, innocent, and the most
beautiful shade of blue I have ever seen. They are fanned by the thickest
lashes, and the arch of her brow just begs to be outlined by a finger. Her lips
are the closest to natural red I have ever seen on a girl. And I know it’s not
makeup; there isn’t a stitch of it on her pretty fresh face. Her nose … I want
to press a kiss to that little nose.
What the hell am I saying? One look at this
girl, and I am a puddle of mush.
Literature
is my passion. I like to challenge myself and grow in my writings. I
have many unfinished books and some that have been published under a
different name. Why I chose to do this is because of my writing
growth and the differentiation in genre. I don't want my future books
to be judged by the inexperience of my past writings. Though I love
those books, they came out of nowhere and it's apparent in the
writings they were a first draft from someone with no experience.
My
passions include the arts--music, photography, writing, dance,
painting, films, architecture, anything that is creation. There is
not much I don't like; and if I don't like it, I at least appreciate
the process that took place to create it. This is something
incorporated in all my books. I've known so many talented people, and
truly believe no one is without a talent. Everyone has something
ingrained in them; just naturally gives them the ability to create
new life in the form of art.
In
my spare time, which is basically non-existent between my day job and
writing, I enjoy being out in nature, travelling, spending time with
family, and reading. I read everything, from contemporary to
paranormal, from historical romance to erotica, from history to
science. Learning is something very important to me. I really do
learn something new everyday, my brain storing so much useless to
life-saving information. My brain, the sponge.
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