Hello!
Okay, finally got
semi-caught up on Haven. Also still current on Sons of Anarchy. I can only say,
wow, it hurts to watch both. LOL
I'm behind on some
of my other faves. Agents of SHEILD and Sleepy Hollow being two, and I haven't
been able to catch Gotham yet either. Sometimes working seven days a week is a
huge pain. J
Tonight's post is
from Healing the Wound, a novella where my main characters have some serious
baggage. Fun, right?
Here's the tagline:
Jenna Creed loses the love of her life and blames Thorp
Waggoner. She needs to stop living in the past and Thorp wants to be the man
she moves forward with, which means Jenna has a very big problem.
And a sneaky peek…
The hatch slammed shut and Thorp
shook off the kiss. It didn't mean anything. It never did, never would. He
turned to pick up his clothes, a little surprised to find them strewn all over
the room. He shouldn't be… they'd been hell bent on screwing RFN. He bent down,
grabbing his shirt and the hatch clanged open. Great. Wouldn’t take a scholar
to figure out what had almost gone down in here.
"Thorp?"
Surprise kicked him in the gut.
Last person he expected. Rising slowly, he angled his head around. "Look, Jenna.
I get it. No need for round two."
She didn't say anything else, but
grabbed the wrench and slid it back in place.
Thorp waited, unclear why she'd
lock them in together. She'd been brutally honest about where things stood. He
didn't need or want a rehashing.
He lifted a brow. "What
could you possibly have to add?"
Again, she said nothing, her
breath coming out in short bursts. She snorted and shook her head then her lips
twisted in a sad grimace.
He let his shirt fall to the deck
but stayed rooted to his spot. The next move belonged to Jenna.
She slumped back against the
hatch and lifted her eyes to his. "It hurts, Thorp. Help me. I'm so tired
of the pain." She slid to the floor and put her head on her knees.
Thorp closed the distance between
them. He dropped down beside her and gathered her close. "Let it out, Jenna.
I'm not going anywhere." He tucked her head against his shoulder and
stroked her hair with a soothing touch. Her shoulders shook and the sobs, when
they escaped, were deep and wrenching.
Thorp whispered quietly and
encouraged her to release everything—the guilt, the sorrow, and the hurt. He
had no idea how long they sat on the deck, wrapped around each other, but she
finally calmed. He prayed the cleansing tears washed away at least some of her
pain.
She lifted her head, and pressed
her lips against his. Tentative, trusting, true. She didn't have anyone else in
her head right now. Thorp gave in to the desire and kissed her back, deepening
the embrace. No rapid fire lust gripping either, they went slow, exploring with
hands and mouths.
He much preferred being with
Jenna like this, with her head clear and full of him instead of ghosts from her
past.
Gotta say, one of
my favorite couples to write is Jenna and Thorp. J
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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