Title: Intertwined Hearts
Author: Desiree A. Cox
Editor: Melissa Gray
If you read the Lust, Desire, and Love Trilogy, you already met Hunter and Jackie. Now you can read their story – Intertwined Hearts!
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If you read the Lust, Desire, and Love Trilogy, you already met Hunter and Jackie. Now you can read their story – Intertwined Hearts!
If you haven't read the trilogy, what are you waiting for?
Only $1.99 for all 3 full-length titles / #FREE for Kindle Unlimited
$0.99 release weekend special price through July 31 / #FREE for Kindle Unlimited
Fate brought them face-to-face for a wedding between their
best friends. A wedding neither was thrilled to be a part of.
When they met and shook hands, their worlds were rocked.
Could it be love at first sight? Was there really such a thing?
They both were haunted by past relationships. But Jackie had
really deep scars.
And they were opposites in nearly every way.
Was a life together possible?
Neither ever imagined their lives would change as a
result of a simple rehearsal dinner.
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When it's good, it's really good ...
But there are those damn demons that try like hell to derail Hunter and Jackie's happiness ...
Hunter
I had been watching Jackie’s
every graceful, seductive movement during the entire reception. She seemed like
one of the most carefree, outgoing, fun-loving people I had ever seen. She
talked to everyone. And when the dance floor was opened to everyone, she was
the first one on it, signaling for Georgia and Mandy to join her and Nikki.
I sat at the table,
watching Jackie’s hips sway to the music. The smile on her face was infectious
and never left her pretty face. Her long, black, silky hair swung in sync with
her hips, and occasionally wrapped around her face, but she’d removed the
strands, never allowing it to interfere with her fun. The dress she had on
hugged her curves like it had been made just for her. I couldn’t help but
wonder if her body would move so effortlessly and vigorously beneath me. I felt
myself growing at the thought of my cock being buried deep inside her.
I leaned back in my
chair to continue watching her when she glanced in my direction and her eyes
locked on their target. She pursed her lips and signaled with her index finger for
me to join her. I wasn’t a big fan of the music. I actually hated dance/club/R&B
music and really didn’t want to dance. I was more than content to sit there and
watch her enjoy herself. I smiled and slowly shook my head no. Her lips turned
down, wiping every trace of her smile from her face. The pouty look was so cute
on her.
She looked away and
found some guy sitting nearby, alone, and waved for him to join her. He smiled
at her like he’d just won the lottery. He damn near knocked his seat over
trying to get to her. My breathing quickly became ferocious, like an angry
bull, and the blood raced through my veins as I feebly attempted to calm the
jealousy that was building with rapid speed.
Nikki and Jeff were
walking behind me when Jeff leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Go dance with
her.”
“Nah, I don’t like the
music.” He shrugged and followed his wife.
When the song ended, the meek
fucker kissed her on the cheek and I damn near lost it. She gave me the most
teasing look and winked. She knew she had gotten to me. She waved for me to
come to her, and like a love-sick puppy, I did. I wouldn’t have been able to
watch her dance with another guy again. I had to figure out a way to make the
most of this god-awful shit music that was playing, just so I could be close to
her.
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