Letting Go
Synopsis:
When your past threatens to destroy
your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?
Cassidy Charles is picking up the
pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy. The last thing she's looking
for is love. James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected,
but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny the attraction, but can she
get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much? He opens up a
whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls
into. As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she
thought were long forgotten.
James Benedict III, local playboy
and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since
that fateful night all those months ago. He has her back in his life, but for
how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it. As more and more secrets
from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead
threatening to destroy everything he's built and done for her. He wants her in
his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.
Will they discover that the love
they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear
them apart before it’s too late?
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JM
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I’m a stay-at-home mom with four
young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for
nine years and reside in Highland, Michigan.
I've dreamed of writing romance
novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been
fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.
When I'm not volunteering at the
schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my
friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I'm
writing!
I love music and believe that books
and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a
good book, but for you to have an experience!
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Excerpt:
I was fixing my shirt while walking
out of the bathroom and rammed face first into somebody’s shoulder and upper
chest. I would’ve crashed back into the bathroom if it wasn’t for his
hands on my upper arm and around my back; they were the only things that kept
me steady.
“Shit! Sorry about
that!” I said it before I even bothered looking up. Whoever this
guy was, he was tall and built. My eyes were level with his throat.
“You should watch where you’re
going, Blackbird.” That deep resonating voice, with a slight hint of
gravel teased my ears and his sweet breath feathered down my face. I
inhaled deeply before looking up, breathless. It was James with that
smile on his face. I’m clay, please mold me.
My heart started thrumming a million
miles a minute. My skin felt on fire where his hands were. His
beard was a little thicker than it was six weeks ago, but not overgrown at
all. He smelled delicious; I just wanted to bury my face in his neck and
take a big whiff.
“Are you alright?” Now he
looked concerned at my lack of speaking.
“You smell divine!” I can’t
believe I just said that. I briefly rested my forehead on his
shoulder, humiliated. What the hell is wrong with me? I
quickly raised my head, remembering I don’t know this guy. I mean, we’d
been eye-fucking each other for weeks, said ‘hi’ a few times, but I didn’t know
him. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you.” I gently pushed my hands against
his chest as I tried to regain my composure.
He chuckled and for the first time,
I noticed that he has a scar above his left eye that slashes through his
eyebrow. I love his eyes; the vibrant green sucked me in every
time. He slowly removed his hand from my back while the other remained on
my upper arm. The loss of his hand on my back was almost unbearable like
someone detached a piece of me.
“So, you and Dan, is it
serious?” He was shameless—and maybe interested?!
The question caught me a little off
guard. I responded with, “I d-don’t know? You have a better
offer?” My stomach was fluttering so viciously and I couldn’t believe how
brazen I was being.
He removed his lingering hand from
my upper arm and smirked. He took my right hand in his and caressed my
tattoo. That electricity was there again, zapping our hands and sending
shivers up my arm and down my spine, “Maybe I do. Cassidy, in all
seriousness there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”
I grinned uncontrollably when I
said, “Oh yeah, what’s that?” He stilled, continued to hold my hand in
his and now looked somber. Maybe he was serious.
He took a deep breath and then let
out a loud sigh. God, he looked nervous. Suddenly, all that could
be heard was the POP, POP, POP of a gun followed by screams.
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He gently whispered, “In due time,
Cassidy.” His response was to a question I wasn’t asking. He
punched a few buttons on the panel and the elevator started moving.
He leaned down and placed his
forehead on mine. I closed my eyes and lifted my chin, welcoming his
kiss. It was soft and tentative, almost seeking permission to possess
me. I ran my hands over the stubble beginning to form on his cheeks and
pulled him closer. He accepted my invitation and his tongue assaulted my
mouth. A hint of liquor was on his breath and had me wanting to taste
more of him. My entire being was vibrating with need. He released
his hold on my legs and I slid ever so slowly down his body as he held me up
against him, my feet barely touching the floor.
Our tongues continued dueling and
exchanging blows. He traced my upper lip then greedily sucked on my
tongue before pulling my lower lip between his teeth. Aphrodite herself
must’ve taught him to kiss. He ruined me; no other kiss had ever compared
and never would. I moaned my appreciation into his mouth. Before I
was aware of it, he had pivoted and I was now up against the back wall of the
elevator. I ran my hands up to the back of his head and wrapped his hair
around and through my fingers. He growled in approval.
The elevator stopped and alerted us
that we had reached our destination. With the speed of a bullet he pulled
Stop on the panel and we were suspended in air. James pulled me to
him and removed his jacket from my arms, throwing it aside. I noticed
that his tie was already undone and hanging around his neck. The top few
buttons of his shirt were open and my hands were itching to touch his
chest. I could see the muscles in his neck tensing as he lowered his
mouth to my jaw and kissed a path to my ear. His hot breath on my earlobe
had me reeling.
I grabbed his arms, desperate for
something to hold onto. His mouth traveled along my exposed collar bone
as my chest began heaving. His hands were now encircling my waist.
I wasn’t used to a man making me feel small and being able to easily overpower
me the way he did. I loved it. Even through the layers of my dress
I could feel his arousal against my lower abdomen. I gently swiveled my
hips which immediately caused him to curse.
“Cassidy?” He pulled back and
gazed into my eyes, looking like a starving man in front of a buffet.
It was a question and I answered
him. “Don’t stop, please,” I begged him.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re
not prepared for. If you ask me to stop, I won’t lay a hand on you.”
I was panting but managed to breathe
out, “But I want your hands all over me.”
He smiled that devilish smile and
pounced on his meal. We were nose to nose winded like a couple of
marathon runners.
“Those eyes have haunted me for
months.”
His hands cradled my face while his
thumbs traced my cheekbones. I was shaking as he wrapped his hands around
my neck and feathered them down my shoulders and to my arms. He
intertwined his fingers with mine and slowly raised our joined arms above my
head. “Don’t move.” He pulled away and stood to his full
height. “That dress is exquisite, like it was made for you.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle and his
eyes immediately questioned me. “It’s a rental.” He was amused and
tilted his head at me. I really need to learn how to keep my mouth
shut.
Finally, he spoke, “We can fix
that.”
Before I had a second to question
him he attacked my mouth once more. He then lowered himself so that he
was kissing the top of my chest. He wedged his leg between mine and I
shifted slightly eager for the pressure of his thigh against my pussy. Damn
that dress and all its layers. He knew just what I needed. His
hands pulled down on my shoulders so that I was rocking back and forth on his
thigh as his groin pressed into my hip. I was humping his thigh like a
horny teenager and it was miraculous.
Before I could object, he spun me
around to face the elevator wall. The cool steel against my cheek was a
sharp contrast to how hot I was feeling. My hands lowered to my
sides.
His hands were on mine again and he
guided them up once more, “You make me want to lose control. I told you
not to move.” I had never been so turned on in my life. One more
touch from him and I was likely to explode.
He buried his head in the back of my
neck. I let my head fall back to him and his mouth was there, waiting for
me. I felt his hand in my hair while the other traveled down my
side. His hands were like liquid fire on ice and soon all that would be
left of me was a puddle on the floor. He started pulling pins out of my
hair while running the other hand along my side and under my breasts. I
was trembling with a need I didn’t know existed. Once he had all the pins
out of my hair he circled my hair around his wrist and pulled back before
massaging my scalp.
“Oh, God.”
“You can call me James, though God
is nice, too,” he panted in my ear.
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When your
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Cassidy
Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy.
The last thing she's looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is
the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny
the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s
lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed
about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him
reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.<br />
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James
Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped
thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her
back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it.
As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and
tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he's built and done
for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling
down, again.<br />
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Will they
discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and
everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?<br />
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<span
id="freeTextContainerauthor7383525">I’m a stay-at-home mom with
four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for nine years and reside
in Highland, Michigan.</span><br />
I've dreamed
of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or
may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue
my dreams. <br />
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When I'm not
volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments,
enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding
cleaning my house, I'm writing!<br />
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I love music
and believe that books and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good
book, but for you to have an experience!<br />
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was fixing my shirt while walking out of the bathroom and rammed face first
into somebody’s shoulder and upper chest. I would’ve crashed back
into the bathroom if it wasn’t for his hands on my upper arm and around my
back; they were the only things that kept me steady.
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should watch where you’re going, Blackbird.” That deep resonating
voice, with a slight hint of gravel teased my ears and his sweet breath
feathered down my face. I inhaled deeply before looking up,
breathless. It was James with that smile on his face.
<i>I’m clay, please mold me.</i>
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heart started thrumming a million miles a minute. My skin felt on
fire where his hands were. His beard was a little thicker than it was
six weeks ago, but not overgrown at all. He smelled delicious; I just
wanted to bury my face in his neck and take a big whiff.
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smell divine!” <i>I can’t believe I just said
that</i>. I briefly rested my forehead on his shoulder,
humiliated.<i> What the hell is wrong with me?
</i>I quickly raised my head, remembering I don’t know this
guy. I mean, we’d been eye-fucking each other for weeks, said ‘hi’ a
few times, but I didn’t <i>know</i> him. “Yes, I’m fine,
thank you.” I gently pushed my hands against his chest as I tried to
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chuckled and for the first time, I noticed that he has a scar above his left
eye that slashes through his eyebrow. I love his eyes; the vibrant
green sucked me in every time. He slowly removed his hand from my
back while the other remained on my upper arm. The loss of his hand
on my back was almost unbearable like someone detached a piece of me.
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question caught me a little off guard. I responded with, “I d-don’t
know? You have a better offer?” My stomach was fluttering
so viciously and I couldn’t believe how brazen I was being.
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removed his lingering hand from my upper arm and smirked. He took my
right hand in his and caressed my tattoo. That electricity was there
again, zapping our hands and sending shivers up my arm and down my spine,
“Maybe I do. Cassidy, in all seriousness there’s something I’ve been
meaning to talk to you about.”
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grinned uncontrollably when I said, “Oh yeah, what’s that?” He
stilled, continued to hold my hand in his and now looked somber.
Maybe he <i>was</i> serious.
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took a deep breath and then let out a loud sigh. God, he looked
nervous. Suddenly, all that could be heard was the <i>POP, POP,
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When your
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Cassidy
Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy.
The last thing she's looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is
the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny
the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s
lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed
about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him
reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.<br />
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James
Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped
thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her
back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it.
As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and
tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he's built and done
for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling
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<span
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four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for nine years and reside
in Highland, Michigan.</span><br />
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may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue
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volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments,
enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding
cleaning my house, I'm writing!<br />
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gently whispered, “In due time, Cassidy.” His response was to a
question I wasn’t asking. He punched a few buttons on the panel and
the elevator started moving.
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<span
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leaned down and placed his forehead on mine. I closed my eyes and
lifted my chin, welcoming his kiss. It was soft and tentative, almost
seeking permission to possess me. I ran my hands over the stubble
beginning to form on his cheeks and pulled him closer. He accepted my
invitation and his tongue assaulted my mouth. A hint of liquor was on
his breath and had me wanting to taste more of him. My entire being
was vibrating with need. He released his hold on my legs and I slid
ever so slowly down his body as he held me up against him, my feet barely
touching the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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tongues continued dueling and exchanging blows. He traced my upper
lip then greedily sucked on my tongue before pulling my lower lip between his teeth.
Aphrodite herself must’ve taught him to kiss. He ruined me; no other
kiss had ever compared and never would. I moaned my appreciation into
his mouth. Before I was aware of it, he had pivoted and I was now up
against the back wall of the elevator. I ran my hands up to the back
of his head and wrapped his hair around and through my fingers. He
growled in approval. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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elevator stopped and alerted us that we had reached our destination.
With the speed of a bullet he pulled S<i>top </i>on the panel and
we were suspended in air. James pulled me to him and removed his
jacket from my arms, throwing it aside. I noticed that his tie was
already undone and hanging around his neck. The top few buttons of
his shirt were open and my hands were itching to touch his chest. I
could see the muscles in his neck tensing as he lowered his mouth to my jaw and
kissed a path to my ear. His hot breath on my earlobe had me
reeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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grabbed his arms, desperate for something to hold onto. His mouth
traveled along my exposed collar bone as my chest began heaving. His
hands were now encircling my waist. I wasn’t used to a man making me
feel small and being able to easily overpower me the way he did. I
loved it. Even through the layers of my dress I could feel his arousal
against my lower abdomen. I gently swiveled my hips which immediately
caused him to curse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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He pulled back and gazed into my eyes, looking like a starving man in front of
a buffet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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was a question and I answered him. “Don’t stop, please,” I begged
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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don’t want to do anything you’re not prepared for. If you ask me to
stop, I won’t lay a hand on
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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was panting but managed to breathe out, “But I want your hands all over
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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smiled that devilish smile and pounced on his meal. We were nose to
nose winded like a couple of marathon runners. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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eyes have haunted me for months.”
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<span
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hands cradled my face while his thumbs traced my cheekbones. I was
shaking as he wrapped his hands around my neck and feathered them down my
shoulders and to my arms. He intertwined his fingers with mine and
slowly raised our joined arms above my head. “Don’t move.”
He pulled away and stood to his full height. “That dress is
exquisite, like it was made for
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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couldn’t help but chuckle and his eyes immediately questioned me.
“It’s a rental.” He was amused and tilted his head at me. I
really need to learn how to keep my mouth
shut.
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<span
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he spoke, “We can fix that.”
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<span
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I had a second to question him he attacked my mouth once more. He
then lowered himself so that he was kissing the top of my chest. He
wedged his leg between mine and I shifted slightly eager for the pressure of
his thigh against my pussy. <i>Damn that dress and all its
layers</i>. He knew just what I needed. His hands
pulled down on my shoulders so that I was rocking back and forth on his thigh
as his groin pressed into my hip. I was humping his thigh like a
horny teenager and it was miraculous.
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I could object, he spun me around to face the elevator wall. The cool
steel against my cheek was a sharp contrast to how hot I was feeling.
My hands lowered to my sides.
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<span
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hands were on mine again and he guided them up once more, “You make me want to
lose control. I told you not to move.” I had never been so
turned on in my life. One more touch from him and I was likely to
explode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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buried his head in the back of my neck. I let my head fall back to
him and his mouth was there, waiting for me. I felt his hand in my
hair while the other traveled down my side. His hands were like
liquid fire on ice and soon all that would be left of me was a puddle on the
floor. He started pulling pins out of my hair while running the other
hand along my side and under my breasts. I was trembling with a need
I didn’t know existed. Once he had all the pins out of my hair he
circled my hair around his wrist and pulled back before massaging my
scalp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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God.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span
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can call me James, though God is nice, too,” he panted in my
ear.</span></div>
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