Kitchen Promises
Synopsis
Nothing ever comes easy for Molly Woods.
Faced with past fears, heartache, & limits…
Can she make promises to the one man she can’t
get enough of? Can she promise him forever…?
With new obstacles, Molly must make a decision.
Drake Stagliano always gets what he wants.
But with a new threat, how far will he go to make
sure Molly is his forever?
When new secrets are revealed, Drake must take
matters into his own hands.
Can they make forever happen? Or will promises be
made that can’t be kept…?
Kitchen Promises, the final
book in the Riverside Trilogy
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Excerpt
Chapter One Excerpt
Kitchen Promises, Riverside Novel #3
Drake walked in wrapped in only a towel. The
toast I was bringing to my mouth suddenly dropped from my fingers as my eyes
roamed over his perfectly toned body. My eyes followed down to his perfect V
that went just below the towel.
“Breakfast in bed and a show? I’m one lucky gal,”
I teased, leaning back against the headboard enjoying the view.
“Someone sounds like they are feeling better.” He
smiled.
“Well, I for sure am now.”
“Really? Well, perhaps I should take advantage of
that.” He grinned, slowly unwrapping the towel from around his waist. I smirked
as I watched him tease me, putting on a show as he finally released the towel.
I watched it fall to the ground. I let my eyes wander up and down his
body—appreciating every single chiseled curve of muscle.
“It’s not nice to tease,” I reminded him. “You
better put out or get out.”
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he quipped,
laughing. “I can’t decide if I love or hate your pregnancy hormones.” He
grinned. It was true—I had a love/hate relationship with them as well. On top
of always wanting to sleep and eat, I also wanted sex—all the time. Not that
Drake minded, but some days, I was all over the place. I felt like I had no
control over them. They were beginning to drive me mad.
“Can you be a little late for work today?” I
asked, placing the tray of food on the bedside table. I didn’t take my eyes off
him as I watched him walk over to the bed. “I’d hate for you to get into
trouble.” I grinned.
“I could probably weasel my way out of it with
the boss.”
“You are the boss.”
“I know.” And with that, he made his way on top
of me, brushing the covers off. “I think I can spare a few minutes…” He pressed
his lips across my jaw, slowly moving to my neck. He bit it gently, making a
moan escape my mouth at his touch and eagerness. “…for you.”
His hands slid up my sides, taking my shirt up
with them. I arched my neck to the side, giving him better access as the
sensations riveted through me.
I reached down, pressing him harder into me. I
felt his hardness against me, making me desperate and needy for him.
The hormones made my body respond to him so much
more—not that I didn’t before—but it was magnified. It was intensified, and I
felt desperate to have him.
“Screw the foreplay. I need to have you right
now,” I demanded, pushing his body harder against mine.
“Such a romantic, aren’t you?” I could feel him
smiling against my neck as he continued softly kissing.
“I mean it. I’m going to explode,” I breathed out
rapidly. Just his touch could undo me completely.
“Alright, hold on, baby.” He lowered his body and
in one swift motion, slid my panties down. I wasn’t looking for romance right
now. I needed him just as much as I needed to breathe.
I threw my shirt over my head and unclasped my
bra. It was still weird seeing my body naked with the way it was changing so
fast, but it was also a constant reminder of the love Drake and I shared.
Instead of pressing into me like I wanted him to,
he tenderly laid kisses over my stomach and in between my breasts. He was
torturing me. He knew it, too. I was practically grinding against him, yet he
refused to give in.
“Baby, please,” I moaned out desperately.
“I can’t help it. You are just so beautiful. You
have the most beautiful pregnant glow.” He continued to lay kisses around my
bump, slowly, taking his time.
“That’s great,” I huffed, cupping his face up to
look at me. “I’m going to handcuff you to this bed and straddle you if you don’t—”
He forced two fingers inside me before I could
finish what I was saying. I moaned loudly at the surprise sensation, arching my
hips up to greet his fingers.
“You’re feisty when you’re desperate.” He laughed
as he worked his fingers in and out of me, hitting the perfect spot over and
over.
I ignored him and grabbed the bedrail behind me,
arching my body up to him as I needed and wanted to feel him inside me.
“How badly do you need it, baby?” Drake whispered
with a hint of humor in his voice.
“You know how badly,” I snapped, unable to open
my eyes. Still, I could hear the amusement in his tone. He enjoyed torturing me
and secretly loved it.
“Say it,” he demanded, pressing harder into me,
twisting his wrist, and practically taking all the air out of my lungs. “Say
what you need, baby.”
“I need you! I need you inside, right now. God, I
swear, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded, willing to do just about anything to get
what I wanted from him.
“Anything for my sweet girl,” he hummed, lowering
his lips to where his fingers were. He sucked hard, leaving no time for me to
retaliate. My back arched, enjoying the sensations that released inside of me.
My body shivered with pleasure, unable to control my own breathing as I moaned
out.
He lifted his head and covered my body with his.
I watched as he licked his fingers, moaning out pleasurable sounds.
“Keep your hands up,” he ordered. I continued
hanging onto the bedrail, tightening my grip as he finally pushed himself into
me. The feeling was overwhelming as I took him all in, finally feeling full and
satisfied.
He leaned down and kissed me gently as he rocked
his hips into me. His breathing quickened as the air blew over my lips. His
mouth wandered to my ear, blowing and licking over my lobe, making it harder to
leave my hands up. I wanted to dig my nails into him and drive him insane as
much as he was doing to me. He lowered his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing
gently. I screamed out his name, pushing my breast into his hand urgently,
desperately needing the release.
He lowered his face and took it into his mouth,
swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple. He grabbed one leg and placed it
on top of his shoulder, allowing him to get deeper inside me. That was enough
to set me off. I screamed out, not holding back as I greeted his hips with
mine, soaking up every pleasurable second.
It wasn’t long before Drake did the same, milking
his own release as he grinded into me. He lay on top of me as we both tried to
get ahold of our breathing, panting into each other.
“Well, if this wasn’t the best morning I’ve ever
had—breakfast in bed and sex all before my shower.” I grinned. My legs felt
like jelly as all my muscles were stretched and aching.
“Glad to be of service.” His voice was filled
with amusement. I’ve been like this for the past few months—needing sex on demand.
I felt bad, as if I were using him, but I figured it wasn’t much different from
before I got pregnant.
“Must be horrible for you, always needing to
fulfill my needs, and all.” I stroked his back with my fingertips as he
continued lying on top of me.
“It’s not always easy being the boss. Sometimes I
have to do the dirty work.” I could feel his smile against my chest as we
bantered.
“Oh, you poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you.”
I rolled my eyes.
He kissed me lightly on the lips before rolling
off the bed. I just watched as he walked to the bathroom. I listened as the
shower started and steam began filling the room.
“Come on, let’s shower together.” He smiled,
holding his hand out for me.
“Definitely the best morning ever.” I grinned,
taking his hand in mind as I followed him in.
And it was the best shower ever.
Author Bio
Brooke is a midwestern gal, from the cheese state
of Wisconsin! Go Packers! She's a stay-at-home mom of three beautiful children
(one daughter & two stepsons) and a black fury dog. She's studied
psychology in college, and counseling and education in graduate school where
she found her love for writing. Most days you can find her reading or writing,
or just hanging out with her family! She loves movies, cooking, and shopping!
She's addicted to Starbucks, Coach purses, and wearing yoga pants.
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<span
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large;">Nothing ever comes easy for Molly
Woods.</span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">Faced with past fears, heartache, & limits…</span></div>
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style="text-align: center;">
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">Can she make promises to the one man she can’t get enough of?
Can she promise him forever…?</span></div>
<div
style="text-align: center;">
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">With new obstacles, Molly must make a
decision. </span></div>
<div style="text-align:
center;">
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">Drake Stagliano always gets what he
wants.</span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">But with a new threat, how far will he go to make sure Molly is
his forever?</span></div>
<div
style="text-align: center;">
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">When new secrets are revealed, Drake must take matters into his
own hands.</span></div>
<div
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">Can they make forever happen? Or will promises be made that can’t
be kept…?</span></div>
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Excerpt</i></span></div>
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<span
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serif;"><i>Kitchen Promises, Riverside Novel
#3</i></span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">Drake walked in wrapped in only a towel. The toast I was
bringing to my mouth suddenly dropped from my fingers as my eyes roamed over
his perfectly toned body. My eyes followed down to his perfect V that went just
below the towel.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Breakfast in bed and a show? I’m one lucky gal,” I teased,
leaning back against the headboard enjoying the view.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Someone sounds like they are feeling better.” He smiled.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Well, I for sure am now.”</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Really? Well, perhaps I should take advantage of that.” He
grinned, slowly unwrapping the towel from around his waist. I smirked as I
watched him tease me, putting on a show as he finally released the towel. I
watched it fall to the ground. I let my eyes wander up and down his body—appreciating
every single chiseled curve of muscle.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“It’s not nice to tease,” I reminded him. “You better put out
or get out.”</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he quipped, laughing. “I
can’t decide if I love or hate your pregnancy hormones.” He grinned. It was
true—I had a love/hate relationship with them as well. On top of always wanting
to sleep and eat, I also wanted sex—all the time. Not that Drake minded, but
some days, I was all over the place. I felt like I had no control over them.
They were beginning to drive me mad.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Can you be a little late for work today?” I asked, placing the
tray of food on the bedside table. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I watched
him walk over to the bed. “I’d hate for you to get into trouble.” I
grinned.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“I could probably weasel my way out of it with the boss.”</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“You are the boss.”</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“I know.” And with that, he made his way on top of me, brushing
the covers off. “I think I can spare a few minutes…” He pressed his lips across
my jaw, slowly moving to my neck. He bit it gently, making a moan escape my
mouth at his touch and eagerness. “…for you.”</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">His hands slid up my sides, taking my shirt up with them. I
arched my neck to the side, giving him better access as the sensations riveted
through me.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">I reached down, pressing him harder into me. I felt his
hardness against me, making me desperate and needy for
him.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">The hormones made my body respond to him so much more—not that
I didn’t before—but it was magnified. It was intensified, and I felt desperate
to have him.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Screw the foreplay. I need to have you right now,” I demanded,
pushing his body harder against mine.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Such a romantic, aren’t you?” I could feel him smiling against
my neck as he continued softly kissing.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“I mean it. I’m going to explode,” I breathed out rapidly. Just
his touch could undo me completely.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Alright, hold on, baby.” He lowered his body and in one swift
motion, slid my panties down. I wasn’t looking for romance right now. I needed
him just as much as I needed to breathe.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">I threw my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. It was
still weird seeing my body naked with the way it was changing so fast, but it
was also a constant reminder of the love Drake and I shared.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">Instead of pressing into me like I wanted him to, he tenderly
laid kisses over my stomach and in between my breasts. He was torturing me. He
knew it, too. I was practically grinding against him, yet he refused to give
in.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Baby, please,” I moaned out
desperately.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“I can’t help it. You are just so beautiful. You have the most
beautiful pregnant glow.” He continued to lay kisses around my bump, slowly,
taking his time.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“That’s great,” I huffed, cupping his face up to look at me. “I’m
going to handcuff you to this bed and straddle you if you don’t—”</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">He forced two fingers inside me before I could finish what I
was saying. I moaned loudly at the surprise sensation, arching my hips up to
greet his fingers.</span></div>
<div>
<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“You’re feisty when you’re desperate.” He laughed as he worked
his fingers in and out of me, hitting the perfect spot over and
over.</span></div>
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large;">I ignored him and grabbed the bedrail behind me, arching my
body up to him as I needed and wanted to feel him inside
me.</span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“How badly do you need it, baby?” Drake whispered with a hint
of humor in his voice.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“You know how badly,” I snapped, unable to open my eyes. Still,
I could hear the amusement in his tone. He enjoyed torturing me and secretly
loved it.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“Say it,” he demanded, pressing harder into me, twisting his
wrist, and practically taking all the air out of my lungs. “Say what you need,
baby.”</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“I need you! I need you inside, right now. God, I swear, I’ll
do anything,” I pleaded, willing to do just about anything to get what I wanted
from him.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“Anything for my sweet girl,” he hummed, lowering his lips to
where his fingers were. He sucked hard, leaving no time for me to retaliate. My
back arched, enjoying the sensations that released inside of me. My body
shivered with pleasure, unable to control my own breathing as I moaned
out.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">He lifted his head and covered my body with his. I watched as
he licked his fingers, moaning out pleasurable sounds.</span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Keep your hands up,” he ordered. I continued hanging onto the
bedrail, tightening my grip as he finally pushed himself into me. The feeling
was overwhelming as I took him all in, finally feeling full and
satisfied.</span></div>
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large;">He leaned down and kissed me gently as he rocked his hips into
me. His breathing quickened as the air blew over my lips. His mouth wandered to
my ear, blowing and licking over my lobe, making it harder to leave my hands
up. I wanted to dig my nails into him and drive him insane as much as he was
doing to me. He lowered his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing gently. I
screamed out his name, pushing my breast into his hand urgently, desperately
needing the release.</span></div>
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large;">He lowered his face and took it into his mouth, swirling his
tongue around my peaked nipple. He grabbed one leg and placed it on top of his
shoulder, allowing him to get deeper inside me. That was enough to set me off.
I screamed out, not holding back as I greeted his hips with mine, soaking up
every pleasurable second.</span></div>
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large;">It wasn’t long before Drake did the same, milking his own
release as he grinded into me. He lay on top of me as we both tried to get
ahold of our breathing, panting into each other.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“Well, if this wasn’t the best morning I’ve ever had—breakfast
in bed and sex all before my shower.” I grinned. My legs felt like jelly as all
my muscles were stretched and aching.</span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Glad to be of service.” His voice was filled with amusement. I’ve
been like this for the past few months—needing sex on demand. I felt bad, as if
I were using him, but I figured it wasn’t much different from before I got
pregnant.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“Must be horrible for you, always needing to fulfill my needs,
and all.” I stroked his back with my fingertips as he continued lying on top of
me.</span></div>
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<span
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large;">“It’s not always easy being the boss. Sometimes I have to do
the dirty work.” I could feel his smile against my chest as we
bantered.</span></div>
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<span
style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size:
large;">“Oh, you poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you.” I rolled my
eyes.</span></div>
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just watched as he walked to the bathroom. I listened as the shower started and
steam began filling the room.</span></div>
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<span
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out for me.</span></div>
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<span
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