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RELEASE DATE: February 23rd, 2015
Synopsis
Sound is an abstract concept for most
people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we
believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's
the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?
I've always been a fighter.
With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who
narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life
threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from
the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always
mine. I became utterly addicted to her
and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she
had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I
didn’t hear her voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age
thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf
at the age of twenty-one.
They both
happened anyway.
Now, I'm
on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting
for my career.
Fighting
the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Every
night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves
her.
I
think that's the sound I'll miss the most.
Excerpt
*Warning: Adult content ahead!*
“Hi.” I
stood up off the bed as he started climbing through the window.
His eyes
went wide when he saw me, causing him to momentarily lose his balance on the
windowsill and go crashing to the floor. “God. Damn,” he cursed as he rose to
his feet while taking in my new wardrobe. “You… I…um…” His hand went to his
lip.
He was
rooted in place only a few steps away, but his eyes traveled over every inch of
my body and back again.
Till was
speechless. I had never felt so empowered in my life.
“Are you
okay?” I feigned concern as I slowly approached.
“Not even
close,” he told my breasts, making me giggle.
After
sliding a hand under the edge of his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail over each of
his abs before dipping it into the waistband of his jeans.
“I’m sore
today,” I announced, closing the distance between us. My breasts were pressed
against him, but he still hadn’t even attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to
remedy that. I smirked then stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his
neck. “Make me sore for tomorrow too.” At the last second, I darted my tongue
out to the hollow dip at the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him, but
as the taste of his skin hit my tongue, I was flooded with memories of taking
more of him in my mouth. The moan escaped before I’d even felt it coming.
A loud
rumble shook his chest, but that was the only warning I received. Suddenly, I
was off my feet and sailing through the air. Just as I landed on the bed, Till
crashed on top of me. His mouth roughly landed on mine.
“Tell me
we can’t do this again,” he demanded as his hands found my breasts.
“We’re
definitely doing this again.” I arched into him.
“It’s
gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please.” He groaned as I reached into the front of
his jeans.
“I’m okay
with messy,” I breathed, guiding his hand from my breast and into my panties.
“Fuuuuuck”
he cursed when he discovered just how thorough I’d been with the razor earlier.
His finger pressed inside me as his body traveled down the bed and settled
between my legs, stripping my panties off during his descent.
He added
another finger in a less than gentle but overwhelmingly intoxicating, rhythm.
“Tell me
to stop, Eliza. We can’t do this again.” He grazed his teeth on the inside of
my thigh.
“We’re
already doing it.”
“Tell me
to stop.”
“No.”
“It’s
going to ruin us.”
“If you
don’t stop talking, you’re going to ruin this.”
“I’m
serious.” He kissed the inside of my other thigh, his fingers never faltering
in their steady pace.
“So am I.
Stop trying to talk yourself out of this while your fingers are buried inside
me.” I threaded a hand into his hair and gave it a gentle tug.
“Goddammit.
Tell me to stop!” he demanded one last time, but his fingers sped before
twisting in the most delicious way.
I decided
to give him what he wanted, but only because I knew he wouldn’t follow through.
“Stop.” I
rolled my hips forcing him even deeper.
“Well,
it’s too fucking late now.”
I would
have laughed, but his mouth sealed over my clit and stole my breath, words,
thoughts, and orgasm. My body shook as he pushed me higher even while I was
falling. It shouldn’t have worked like that, but whatever voodoo magic Till
Page was working with that night was all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling
his tongue until I used his hair to pry his mouth away.
“Too
much!” I cried.
He looked
up with a wickedly proud grin. His hand disappeared, and seconds later, his
cock replaced it.
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About the Author
Born and raised in
Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under
the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina,
she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she
can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement
from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job
titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of
Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the
crazy train she calls life.
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