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Title: FREE TO DREAM
Author: Tracey Jerald
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Free To Dream:
Cassidy Freeman doesn’t believe dreams come true because every night her dreams trap her in a nightmare she barely escaped as a child. She maintains rigid control over all aspects of her life, giving the illusion she's strong and confident. Allowing very few close enough to see the brave heart buried beneath, she’s convinced she’ll carry her burdens alone. From the minute they met, Caleb Lockwood disrupted everything by destroying her sense of order. His patience, compassion and sensuality obliterated her defenses. It’s as if he knew her from the inside out. Helping his younger brother hire a wedding planner shouldn’t have led to this. In just a few short days, Caleb’s learned untold secrets about his family – and about the Freemans. When he demands to meet them, he doesn’t expect the pull he feels towards the petite dynamo in front of him whom life has dealt an unspeakable hand. With Caleb, Cassidy’s lost her semblance of control. Now, she's not sure she wants it back. Not if giving it up means having a chance at something she never imagined. Love.GET YOUR COPY TODAY!
EXCERPT:
“You
kissed me on the stairs as if it didn’t mean anything to you, but it meant
something to me. I can’t have you not know when the little casual touches mean
nothing to you, because they mean a hell of a lot to me. Every time you touch me, I feel something
here.” She hits her heart with her open hand.
Her
breathing is ragged. I can hear her try to get it under control before she goes
on.
“If you
don’t want to continue this”—she points between us— “because of my past or
inexperience, that’s fine. But I can’t be casual.” She stops and stares at me.
I stare
at her across the space of darkness.
During
my tours in the Army, I thought I saw all kinds of bravery. I thought what
Keene had done, stepping in front of a hail of bullets to save me had to be the
bravest thing ever in this world or the next. Brother saving brother.
I was
wrong.
The
definition of valiant and brave were standing in front of me on a cold night,
wrapped in a cashmere coat with the fall leaves swirling around her ankles.
“I
think…” I say as I move closer. Her eyes widen—not from fear, just wariness.
“You might be the most beautiful, courageous, strongest woman I’ve ever met.”
The disbelief creeps into her eyes. “No arguing, Cassidy. My opinion. And if it
takes forever, you’ll believe it too.” Slowly, so not to scare her, I wrap my
arm around her waist and pull her flush against my body. I lower my forehead to
hers, just to hold her for a few moments.
When she
looks up at me, her gaze holds a mix of hope, hesitancy, and amazingly, desire.
I can’t
resist.
Leaning
down, I brush my lips once, twice against hers. I hear a soft expulsion of
breath and settle my mouth on hers for a deeper kiss, hearing a delicate moan
escape her.
I
satisfy myself with this for a few minutes. I feel her arms tighten, pulling
her body closer to mine. Without pushing, I gently run my tongue against her
lips, seeking entrance. She parts hers and I slowly slip in between her
luscious berry lips for what may be the softest, most sensual kiss of my life.
Her taste is unlike anything I have ever known. It’s this indescribable
combination of cinnamon and sweet.
I have a
hunger to know more than just her secrets. I want to devour her. I want to lay
her back and kiss her all over, spending hours, days, months uncovering who
this woman is. Layer by layer, reaching until I find the core of who she is. I
need to feel her body against mine in as many ways as possible.
When we
pull apart, her eyes blink open and look at me before her trembling hand
touches her mouth.
I feel
her body shake against me from a combination of the cold air around us and what
I think might be fear of the unknown. And I realize quickly why.
Her
first real date.
Her
first real kiss.
If I
have my way, I’ll be her first everything.
Hell,
I’ll be her only.
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