Goodbye To You by A.J. Matthews
Release Date: July 1, 2014
Genre: Romance, New Adult
Synopsis: Europe? Nope. Mexico? Nope. Key West?
Not me. This summer, I'm playing nursemaid to my sister. Yeah, I know. Relatively good looking twenty-two-year-olds don't spend the summer bedside in the cancer ward, but that's the plan - until my sister threatens me with bodily harm unless I get on the plane.
That's when I met him. He likes me. Really likes me. But more than that, he loves my boobs -- like can't get enough. I have no idea how to tell him that they'll be gone soon. Courtesy of a preventative double mastectomy. Yep. That's what testing positive for the breast cancer gene mutation will do to a girl.
But don't feel sorry for me. I'm enjoying him, holding on until the last possible minute, while I muster up the strength to tell him, and watch him walk away.
Meet The Author:
I wrote my first book at six. A retelling of The Three Little Pigs, illustrated by my grandmother, the book was never picked up and was self-published instead, glued to cardboard with a cover fashioned from wallpaper scraps.
Today, I write stories featuring nice guys (or nice guys in-the-making) in between my other jobs writing research reports for a commercial real estate company, refereeing two young daughters, navigating the teen waters with a too-cute-for-his-own-good son, spoiling a neurotic cat, and making my darling, patient husband shake his head. I'm also an autism mom, chocolate enthusiast, sports-watcher, nacho-eater, and beer-drinker.
A Maryland native, I live in North Carolina now, but dreams of the beach fuel my fantasties, and my characters can often be found strolling in the sand or sailing along a coast.
A Maryland native, I live in North Carolina now, but dreams of the beach fuel my fantasties, and my characters can often be found strolling in the sand or sailing along a coast.
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My hands drift over his arms and shoulders, caressing the taut muscles under the hot surface of his skin. The smell that’s ever-present—salt and coconut-scented sunblock—is enhanced by the scorching afternoon sun. I don’t need another drop of alcohol for the rest of my vacation.
I could get drunk from inhaling him.
His large hands cup my butt, holding me up, and strong fingers knead at my soft flesh as he stands on his toes in the shallows.
My lips are a whisper away, and he breathes in my moan before I close my eyes and lower my head.
A shower of fireworks goes off behind my eyelids.
Shay answers my groan with his own, and he weaves his hands into my hair. My scalp tingles as he pulls me deeper into his kiss. I wind my arms around his back, slipping a few fingers into the waistband of his trunks. My fingers explore the hard planes of muscle under his scorching skin where back meets quite firm backside.
Shay tears his lips from mine, and a sense of loss sweeps over me until he traces hot kisses across my cheek, my ear, and down my neck.
Then he reclaims my mouth again in a soft, searching kiss.
I whimper, my heart thudding, threatening to explode from the confines of my chest. This is madness, but that doesn’t stop me from returning his kiss with equal ferocity. He tastes bitter and tangy and oh, so sweet. I can’t get enough of his delicious mouth.
I want more. My hands take on a life of their own, moving from his back to his arms to his hard chest with a desperate, grasping yearning.
He wants me. His erection presses against me, and with just the right movement, I could orgasm right here.
I want him with a ferocity I’ve never known. I’d been touched before, all over my body.
But no man has ever touched my heart.
Until now.
I am so fucked.
A bell sounds from the boat, smothering the electrical current sparking between us.
The signal to return. Time to head back to shore.
I’m sad, but grateful. A little more time and he could have convinced me to slip off my suit and get it on in the water.
This man is too hot for his own good—and mine.
I regret now I have to go with Bennie tonight, and that we won’t be back until late.
I’m all about supporting a friend and showing some love, but I’ve got an itch for a beautiful Irish boy that needs to be scratched.
Hard.
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