Title: Yes, Mr. Van Der Wells
Author: S. Ann Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2016
SynopsisI’m running. Running for my freedom. Running for my life. I’m running because everything hurts. And all I want to do is breathe. The old me was bold and wild and reckless and privileged. The new me is timid and freak-stricken and weak and broken. All I want is freedom. All I want to do is breathe. A complicated relationship? That’s the last thing I’m about right now. Something casual and easy? I’m down for that. But he is not. He wants to own me. He wants me to own him. He wants to save me. I’m too terrified to give in. All. I. Want. To. Do. Is. Breathe. But it turns out, Noah is the air that I need to do that… Breathe.
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ExcerptMad as Madea that my plan has been shot to hell, I burst through the gym doors. Noah is grunting on the pull-up bar. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Doing one final rep, he lets go of the bar and lands on the ground in a half squat. Straightening, he stretches his arms before snagging his towel from a nearby bench and wipes the sweat from his face. “What am I being Lotty’d for this time?” Lotty’d? Prick. “You promoted Zach.” “Yes?” My hands settle on my hips. “He just started working here.” One eyebrow lifts. “For my own sake, I’ll forgo asking how you know that.” Walking over to the cooler station, he plucks up one of the disposable cups, fills it, and downs the water, twice, before binning it. “This is my company, I can promote or demote whomever, whenever I want.” “No,” I refute. “You moved him because I flirted with him and you’re a stupid, jealous adolescent. So you replaced him with the most awkward and unattractive male you could find.” “In the same way, you are my girl and I can tell you to come over here and kiss me, and know you’ll obey,” he goes on as if I hadn’t spoken. I take a step backward, confidence waning. “I’m not your girl, I’m your housemaid. And I’m definitely not coming over there to kiss you.” ‘Where are you going?’ Reckless Lotty screams at me. ‘Go forward! Forward! Not backward. Run and crash into that amazing chest, into those amazing arms, you fool.’ Rational Lotty has no comment, which means she agrees with Reckless Lotty. These two have been agreeing on a lot lately. It’s unsettling. “Come here, Lotty,” he commands in a gentle voice, his eyes locked on mine. I know that gentle-voice lock-eye move. He’s trying to manipulate me. I take another step back, and Reckless Lotty screams more disparaging words at me. I block her out. “No.” Biting one side of his lip, he throws his towel down on the bench without his eyes ever leaving mine. “Should I come to you, then?” I don’t answer. Leisurely, he moves one finger over his bottom lip, as if in thought, but I know it’s to taunt me. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Ask me to come to you.” I swallow. Jesus, what is wrong with me?! This isn’t me. I’m the one with the bold overtures, the one who makes men nervous and uncomfortable around me. I don’t step back. I don’t shy away. I never hesitate. What is it with Noah? Why am I cowering? So weak. “Ask me, Lotty,” he urges. My sports bag drops to the floor, and my hand comes up to my throat, feeling my pulse beat rapidly under my skin. My eyes settle on his sweat-sheened chest, slowly drifting up to his throat. I want to touch my tongue to his throat and feel for his pulse. Is it beating as wild as mine? What about his mouth? Is it as arid as mine? And his knees, are they as weak and wobbly as mine? “Come.” The word is out before I can stop it. “Come to me.”
About The Author
Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank. Because if they do jump out and try to attack her, the suckers will surely die!
She hates fireworks, schmaltz and arrogance.
She loves carbs, Chris Brown and humility.
She lives nowhere and everywhere.
Jokey people are her utmost favorite people to be around, as laughter is the way to her heart.
Never mind her foul-mouth (she’s working hard on changing that!), she loves GOD. Fiercely. And believes prayer is the essence of all good, great, wonderful and miraculous things, and the most powerful privilege given unto man.
Ann hopes that one day, the right day, when it’s her time (because nothing happens before its time), her hard work will be noticed and appreciated.
When Ann’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups (loves Disney , TBS, and Impractical Jokers!) studying the Bible, or sipping red wine.