Chapter Reveal – Current – Abby McCarthy

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One look was all it took for fifteen-year-old June Withers to fall in love with Jake Daniels. One moment was all it took for the river’s current to take everything from them.

June would have done anything for Jake. The two were inseparable. He was going to run away to be with her. Then, his abusive father destroyed their happiness.

Years later, June sits down to write a review for the band Silent Tides and is floored when she comes face to face with Lucas the keyboardist. Lucas looks so familiar; the resemblance to Jake is uncanny.

June falls fast and hard for Lucas, but she continuously questions her feelings for him, unsure if they are because he reminds her of Jake or because of who he is.

Just when June thinks she’s found happiness with Lucas, she loses him too. Their new love is torn apart, clouded in a veil of deceit and lies, shattering June.

Six years pass and June feels like she finally has found peace in her life. Once again, it’s ripped wide open when she comes face to face with a love from her past.

Now it’s June who has a secret

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“Jake! Where the hell are you? We should’ve been out on the water by now!” Shit, Jake thought. The old man didn’t sound good today. He wondered if he even slept. When Jake left early this morning, his old man hadn’t come home yet which could mean so many things.

Jake looked over to June who was decent and breathed a sigh of relief as his dad walked through the clearing. If his dad was just minutes earlier he would have seen June. The thought sickened Jake.

June stood up as soon as she saw Mr. Daniels, her cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment and she hoped he had no idea what they had been up too.

“Hi, Mr. Daniels,” she said.

“You again, huh? You’re the reason Jake isn’t where he’s supposed to be, aren’t you?”

June didn’t know what to say. She heard Mike Daniels say unkind things to Jake, but he had never been rude to June before. Jake reached June and slipped his hand in hers and gave her a look that said don’t answer him.

“I’m coming now, Dad,” Jake said. June was instantly sad that she had to leave Jake.

“I’m good at cleaning fish. I bet I’d be a great help on the boat Mr. Daniels,” June offered up ignoring the glare Jake gave her. She knew he didn’t want her around his old man, but she also knew her time was coming to an end.

Mr. Daniels was quiet and thought for a moment and said, “Fine. Let’s go.”

Jake felt it low and in the pit of his stomach that something about this was a bad idea, but when June squeezed his hand and said, “Please,” he couldn’t deny her.

The fishing boat was not a luxury boat. It was a dirty, slightly rusty boat, with large nets hanging off the front of it, and other fishing contraptions off the back that June had no idea

what they did. When she thought of fishing, she thought of how her dad did it with a pole, a couple of beers and a day out with friends. There were poles attached on the side of the boat and baskets attached to the opposite side. It became very clear to June that this was not a leisurely trip down the river.

Jake cringed when June sat on the bench that he knew had dried fish guts staining it. He hated that her pretty dress was going to be ruined before the day was over. He hated even more, when he saw his dad take the whiskey bottle to his lips before pushing off their small dock. He never wanted June to be around his dad, and for once, he instantly regretted giving in to her quiet plea to go with them. He was shocked his dad agreed in the first place.

The boat pushed off the dock and Jake dropped cages to catch crawfish and he explained to June that they would sweep back around and grab them on the way back.

“Less talking. More work,” Mr. Daniels yelled more angrily than necessary at the young couple.

June quickly asked, “What can I do?”

Jake tensed at his dad’s tone and then tensed again when he watched him take the fifth of whiskey to his lips finishing the bottle.

Eventually, they reached a spot on the river where Mr. Daniels swore the fish would be biting. Jake showed June how to bait and cast out a line, taking his time in making sure she learned it right.

“If I’d thought this was going to be a day of you trying to get in your girlfriend’s pants, I’d have thought twice about letting her tag along,” Mike Daniels spat at the two, jealous that they had each other and angry that he no longer had his sweet wife. She was always the only person who made him good. Without her, he had nothing. He never felt connected to Jake. Jake always occupied his wife’s time and Mike resented that. He hated Jake even more for it when he no longer had her.

Jake cringed again at the vulgar words his dad used around June, mouthing, “Sorry,” to her.

June responded by squeezing Jake’s hand and for the first time she got a small glimpse at what Jake went through on a daily basis. Her heart hurt for him and she was going to do her best not to let Mr. Daniels harsh words get to her.

Mr. Daniels pushed past the two and intentionally shoulder-checked Jake. Jake knew not to stand up to his old man, especially not when June was there, so he gritted his teeth and tried to check his temper. Jake was angry that his dad was acting like this in front of June. He could take it, but didn’t need for June to put up with it.

Mr. Daniels threw a line out, stationed his rod and then cast another, doing it all rather clumsily. The boat swayed side to side and Jake thought there would be no swimming for the pair tonight, the river was far too choppy. It was one of the reasons he didn’t rush to the boat. He never thought his dad would want to fish in this.

June squealed with excitement when she felt a tug on the line. Jake told her to reel it slow at first and let the fish think that he was getting the bait, that way the fish would really get hooked. She did as instructed and after a few minutes of give and take on the line, she reeled in her first fish. It was small, too small to sell, and so Jake showed her how to unhook it and then he threw it back in. Jake caught several large fish while his dad had yet to catch one.

The clouds looked heavy and low, signaling to Jake that a bad storm might be coming.

“I don’t think we should stay out here, not if we’re going to pick up our baskets on the way back,” Jake said to his dad.

Mike Daniels looked furiously at Jake. He knew when to call it quits. It was his boat. He’d been fishing on this river since he was a boy. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that extra fifth of whiskey with breakfast-who was he kidding-for breakfast, but it didn’t matter he knew when to call it quits and that wasn’t yet. He needed more fish. He needed a bigger haul. He lost big on the tables last night and if he didn’t come up with money to pay Mr. Stevens there would

be hell to pay. He’d already lost the farm and that shit son of his couldn’t even catch enough fish to help pay his debts. What good was he, anyways?

“The fuck did you say, boy? I’ll tell you when we’re ready to go.”

June flinched at Mr. Daniels tone but tried to not let Jake see it had affected her. She also tried not to flinch when Mr. Daniels threw out his line and snagged his rig against a bunch of turned up branches that the coming storm was pushing down the river.

“That’s a fifty dollar rig. Get your ass in the water and go get it,” he said to Jake. Jake wanted to argue about the fast current and how dangerous it was. He also hated the thought of leaving June alone with his old man even for a second, but he could tell by his old man’s tone that today could get even worse than it already was. Jake stripped off his jeans, into his boxers and quickly jumped into the murky water, looking back at June once before plunging under the water.

June’s stomach tightened. Every second Jake was in the water was a second she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

It happened fast. Mike Daniels was too close to June for comfort.

“You know I saw you two together. I didn’t figure you for a whore, but at least my boy is getting some. I’m thinking I should get a taste. See what all the fuss is about that’s been keeping him so busy.”

June froze. She didn’t want Mr. Daniels to come any closer to her, but she needed to make sure that Jake was okay.

Jake emerged from under the water near the brush. The water was choppy, and there were more limbs below the surface than above. He reached out and tried to unhook the rig, but the tumultuous waters pushed a sharp jagged stick into his ribs. He felt it cut his skin, but he had to go on.

“Stop!” he heard the faint cry from June, and turned his head back to see why she was yelling. His dad had his hands on June and was groping one of June’s breasts.

“No!” she yelled again and he watched as she struck out and smacked his dad. He needed to get to her, he knew what happened when he tried to fight back and. Fighting back only made it worse.

He couldn’t swim back fast enough to the boat. His arms burned with how hard he was trying to get to her. The sky opened up and sent large pellets of water everywhere. Jake could barely see through the dense rain. He pushed himself as hard as he could but felt like he was failing when he saw his dad grab her by the back of her hair and force her to her knees, with his other hand around her throat. He knew his dad was sick, but he never imagined him trying to do something as vile as this.

Jake reached the boat just as his dad’s belt buckle was being undone and his world went black.

 

 

 


 

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Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?

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Chapter Reveal – Sweet Possession – J. Daniels

Title: Sweet Possession
Series: Sweet Addiction #2
Author: J Daniels
 Release Date: September 19, 2014
Synopsis

A sassy, in-your-face baker. A panty-stealing, dirty-talking accountant. And a bathroom quickie that changed their lives forever.


Wedding hook-ups never amount to anything.
Unless that hook-up knocks you on your ass.

For Dylan Sparks and Reese Carroll, the big day can’t arrive soon enough. Dylan, stressed to the max from overbearing mothers and last minute preparations, struggles to keep her sanity. As for Reese, he’s fighting to not only keep his bride-to-be safe from creepy investors, but also to make it to the actual wedding day without losing his mind in the process.

Throw in a crazy group of friends, and a bachelor/bachelorette party weekend getaway, and you have a recipe for the sweetest wedding of the year.

Reese Carroll and Dylan Sparks cordially invite you to read Sweet Possession.

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Why do people even bother with weddings?I know, that sounds insane coming from a
person who makes a living off creating decadent wedding cakes for the happy
couples. The crazy-in-love future Mr. and Mrs. are what keeps Dylan’s Sweet
Tooth afloat, and without weddings, I wouldn’t be able to afford my rent. Not
to mention the fact that if it weren’t for dumbass ex-boyfriend weddings,
there’s a chance I would’ve never have met Reese and I honestly can’t imagine
not having him in my life. But in my defense, I’ve never had to sit and listen
to hours of debating whether cotton-blend or silk napkins are the best choice
for my big day.
Until now.
Joey lets out an
irritated sigh and gestures toward the direction of my mother and soon-to-be
mother-in-law who are loudly arguing at my consultation table. “This shit makes
me want to drink at 9:00 a.m. How many times have I suggested to you that we
keep hard liquor in the back? We could totally make a drinking game out of this
mess.”
I tilt my head up
to meet his eyes. “What, and take a shot every time one of them utters the
phrase, ‘this will be the wedding I’ve always dreamed of’? We’d be tanked
before the lunch rush.”
He nods, smiling
over his coffee cup. “Exactly, and we’d be completely oblivious to this
annoying discussion that you couldn’t care less about anyway.”
Joey’s right. I
really didn’t care what type of fabric the napkins were; I really didn’t care
about much of anything. I’ve pretty much left everything in the hands of my
trusted best friend who could plan a wedding wearing a blindfold. I only had a
few stipulations: the cake and my dress. That’s it. Napkins? Who the fuck cares
about napkins?
He slides closer
to me, dropping his voice to a hushed whisper although, with the noise level
currently booming through the bakery, I’ll definitely be the only one hearing
him. “I knew your mother was a little nutty when it came to marrying you off,
planning this shit since you were nineteen and all, but Reese’s mother is
bat-shit crazy. Did you hear her say she wanted to come out with us for your
bachelorette party? Can you imagine?”
I shrug once
before leaning against the counter. “I don’t even know what I want to do for
that. Maybe we’ll just have like a spa day or something and if that’s the case,
who cares if she tags along?”
His mouth drops
open, letting escape a loud, dramatic gasp. “Um, no. We will be going to a
strip club if I have to throw you over my shoulder and pull a Reese on you
myself. That’s what you do for bachelorette parties. Why the hell do my two
best friends not know that?”
“Excuse you. Juls’
bachelorette party didn’t involve any naked men, and we still had a great time.
Who says we have to go to a strip club?”
“I do,” he says
through a tense jaw. “The only reason I let that shit slide for Juls was
because I was in charge of babysitting her dumbass sister, and I knew I’d be
distracted if I had a bunch of dicks in my face.”
I arch my brow at
him. “Isn’t that a typical Saturday night for you?” We both chuckle together,
and my attention is suddenly drawn to my mother who is throwing napkins into the
air.
“Dylan,
sweetheart, silk or cotton-blend?” she asks, tapping her foot on the hard tile.
I flick my gaze
between the two mothers who are both silently pleading with me to pick their
choice. If I had to guess, I’d say my mother wants the silk, but Maggie Carroll
is giving off a bit of a fancy vibe right now. She’s head to toe in designer
clothing, which is screaming silk at the moment. Shit. I really don’t care one way or the other, but who the hell do I
side with on this one?
I grimace and nervously tap on the glass display
case. “Um, does it matter? They’re napkins. People are going to be wiping their
mouths with them.”
“It matters a
great deal,” Maggie says, picking up two napkin swatches and carrying them over
to me. “The silk is much more sophisticated. And given the location you’ve
chosen for the reception, I think that’s the one you should go for.”
“But the cotton
blend comes in this antique-white color that would go beautifully with the
pale-gray bridesmaids dresses,” my mother adds, joining Maggie’s side.
Jesus. Since when does it matter if the napkins match
the bridesmaid dresses?
I look back and
forth between the two of them before turning toward Joey. “Thoughts?”
“Nope. I’m afraid
you’re on your own there, cupcake.” He backs away and sips his coffee, leaving
me alone in my misery.
I reach out and
feel both choices between my fingers. “Um, well, I guess the cotton is most
likely cheaper? So, why don’t we go with that?”
Maggie gently
lays her hand on top of mine. “Oh, sweetie, money is not an issue. If you want
the silk napkins…”
“She just said
she wants the cotton blend,” my mother states with a firm tone. “Which I agree
with, sweetheart. Beautiful choice.”
“But, Helen, the
silk would be so much more… elegant.”
I drop my
forehead to my hands and groan my irritation while the two of them continue to
hash it out. Who cares about napkins! Am
I completely crazy for not giving a shit about this tiny, insignificant detail?
The guests could wipe their mouths on their coat sleeves for all I care.
This is how it’s
been for the past six months. Ever since Reese and I got engaged, our mothers
have been in a battle of who can plan the better wedding, and poor Juls and I
have been stuck in the middle, trying to rein in the madness. They’ve been so
crazy about this whole thing, I’ve found myself contemplating the benefits of a
Vegas wedding. Unfortunately, my soon-to-be husband is dead-set on marrying me
in front of all our families and is having no part of that discussion. Every
time I suggest he steal me away for a quickie wedding, he just shuts me up with
his mouth, or his cock. And because I’m weak with lust around that man, and
given the fact my head is sure to explode soon from all this momma drama, I
bring it up. Often.
The front door
chimes and I look up, smiling as my best friend strolls into the bakery. She
takes one look at the mothers waving napkin swatches into the air and
immediately goes into wedding-planner mode.
“Ohhhh, no. There
will not be any changes made. Give me those.” She snatches the napkin samples
from the two mothers who both stare at her with shocked expressions. This is
the Juls I know and love, the one who knows how to run shit. “This wedding is
happening in ten days, and all decisions are final. And really, the napkin
issue? Again?” She motions toward me with a crumpled-up napkin in her hand.
“The bride-to-be doesn’t care about the napkins. In fact, you two are the only
people I know who have ever cared
about the napkins. And I’ve planned over one hundred weddings. For the love of
God, let it go.”
My mother crosses
her arms over her chest and sneers at Juls. “You know what, Julianna? One of
these days, when you’re planning your daughter’s
wedding, you’ll care about the napkins.”
“I seriously
doubt that. Besides, I’m planning on having all boys.”
Maggie and my
mother grab their purses off the consultation table while Juls smiles in her
minor victory over the two of them. The moms both walk around the counter and
smother me with affection.
“We’re going to
go swing by the venue to take another look around,” Maggie says as she releases
me from a hug. “Now, don’t forget to let me know about the bachelorette party.
I’m all in.”
“Ha!” Joey yells
from the kitchen.
I smile and clear
my throat loudly, hoping to cover up the end of my dear assistant’s crack-up.
“Tell Mr. Carroll I said hello.”
My mother kisses
my cheek and smiles. “I’m sure the napkins you originally picked out will
suffice.”
“Mom,” I say in a
warning tone. “There’s still a chance I’ll convince Reese to cancel this whole
thing and get hitched in Vegas.” Her eyes widen, along with Maggie’s who
swivels in place to gawk at me. “Don’t push it.”
“That’s not even
funny,” she retorts, swatting at me with her clutch.
Once the two
wedding-obsessed mothers exit the shop, Juls lets out an ‘I’m glad I’m not in
your shoes’ chuckle and Joey reemerges from the back. I slouch back against the
counter top, feeling a Vegas wedding now more than ever. “I cannot wait until
all this is over with. How I’ve managed to survive the last six months without being
heavily-medicated or drunk off my ass twenty-four hours a day is beyond me.”
“Reese’s mother,
though she has impeccable fashion sense, is out of her mind. I am not having a
fucking chaperone at your bachelorette party,” Joey states with a shake of his
head. Apparently, keeping my future mother in-law away from whatever I decide
to do for my last night of freedom is his only concern.
Juls tosses the
napkin swatches into the trashcan, which will hopefully be the last time I ever
lay eyes on them. She returns to her spot on the other side of the display
case. “Speaking of which, what are we doing for that, anyway? You wanna go to
Clancy’s like we did for mine? That was fun.”
Joey slams his
hand down on the counter, gaining our attention immediately. “For fuck’s sake.
What the hell is wrong with you two? Spa days? Clubs that have been played out?
I wanna do things that I’ll be ashamed to tell people about. Let me live, damn
it.”
“I’m sorry, but
is this your bachelorette party? Did
Billy pop the question and you’ve decided to keep that information from us?”
Juls asks, biting back her smile. It cracks through and she winks at Joey whose
mood has suddenly waned, no doubt in response to the reminder that he isn’t
engaged yet.
He shrugs
dismissively. “Whatever. You bitches can celebrate with watered-down drinks and
facials. Just don’t be surprised if I bail on it.”
I slide closer to
him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shirt. Tilting
my head up, I see him smiling down at me. “I’ll choose something fun. You have
to be there; it wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“She’s right.”
Juls rounds the counter and mimics my position against Joey’s back. “We’d miss
you terribly, JoJo.”
He grunts above
us. “You’re lucky I’d do anything for either one of you.” Juls and I both
unlock our death grips from him and stand side by side. “But I swear to Christ,
there better at least be a cake shaped like a penis at this thing.”
“Chocolate or
vanilla?” I ask teasingly.
He smiles,
bending down and removing a half-empty tray of pastries from the display case.
“Chocolate. I’ve never had black dick.”
Juls and I both
chuckle as he walks toward the kitchen, giving us a scandalous eyebrow raise
over his shoulder.
“So, I have a favor to ask you.” Juls pulls me into the far corner
behind the bakery counter, clearly wanting to put distance between this favor
and Joey. Oh, Lord. My best friend
doesn’t ask me for many favors but when she does, they’re usually whoppers. A
certain wedding dress she made me try on months ago comes to mind. I motion for
her to spill it, and she eyes me up nervously. “Umm… so, Brooke got fired from
her job at that bank. Apparently, she was caught blowing one of the other
tellers during work hours.”
“Good Lord.”  That sounds
about right, though. Brooke Wicks was in the running for horniest bitch in Chicago, competing solely
with Joey.
“Yeah, she needs a job and
fast; otherwise, she’ll lose her apartment.” My eyes widen, the realization of
her favor hitting me. “And since you’re so busy at the shop…”
“No fucking way.”
 She fists both hands at her
side. “Oh, come on, Dyl. She’s having trouble finding something, and she’s been
looking for over a month.” Her face softens and she reaches out to me, pulling
my hand into hers. “Please? If she loses her apartment, she has to move in with
Ian and me. And that shit can’t happen. I love my sister, but I can’t live with
her.”
“What about moving back in with your parents?”
“Not an option. She and my mom would kill each other.” She pauses
and squeezes my hand gently. “I really want to help her out.”
Damn it. This has bad news written all over it, but I have trouble saying no
to Juls. She’s always been there for me. Always. I groan and her eyes light up.
“Fine. She can start Monday. But don’t think I won’t fire her just because
she’s your sister.” She pulls me into a hug with an excited squeal. I cringe as
Joey strolls through the doorway, coming from the kitchen. He grins, adorably
oblivious to the information that will surely send him into a shit-fit. “I
should really make you drop this bomb on him,” I mumble under my breath.
“Oh, relax. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll see about that.”
We both release each other and Juls spins on her heels, walking over
toward Joey and placing her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t freak out.”
His eyes widen with a curious fear. “If I don’t get my penis cake,
I’ll disown both of you. Nobody comes between me and my dick-shaped sweets.”
I walk up to him and brace myself for the reaction that is sure to
blow the roof off this building. “Joey. JoJo. Bestest friend.” He rolls his
eyes as I play with the string on my apron, wrapping it around my finger. “You
know how busy we’ve been lately with custom orders and all the spring weddings
coming up? It’s getting pretty crazy in here, and I think maybe it’s time I
hired another employee.”
“That’s fantastic.” His body relaxes and he glances between Juls and
myself. His brows set into a hard line. “Why the hell do I have a feeling I’m
about to regret those words?”
“Just remember how much you love us,” Juls says. “And this… addition
will allow you and Dylan to spend more time together. The benefits are sure to
outweigh any concern you might have.”
I pause, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the clues that are
obvious to me. It only takes him a few seconds; the reaction spreads through
him like a wild fire.
He squeezes his eyes closed tightly, reaching up and rubbing his
temples with his fingers. “Please tell me this addition is a blind monkey,
because they would surely get more accomplished than who I fear you’re about to
say.”
“Brooke could be a good addition, Joey,” I state with a mild
assurance.
“Are you insane? Why the fuck would you hire that mess?”
Juls shoves his arm. “Hey! She’s my sister, and she’s been through a
lot.”
“A lot of what? Dick? Dylan, this is not a good idea.”
I limply shrug. I’m not at all surprised he’s reacting this way; in
fact, I predicted it. But, unlike Joey, I’m willing to give Brooke the benefit
of the doubt. And as long as she doesn’t try to molest him like the day before
Juls’ wedding, things shouldn’t get too hostile. I gotta give the girl a
chance. “She needs a job or she’ll lose her apartment.”
He throws his hands into the air. “Oh, I’m sorry. How is that our problem?”
“Joey,” Juls scolds. “Don’t be so rude.”
“She’s on a probationary period. If she messes up, I’ll fire her
without thinking twice about it. Right, Juls?”
She nods in my direction before turning back toward my heated
assistant. “Right. So, calm the fuck down, JoJo.” She makes a face at him and
he issues her his smile, softening her expression. “And a lot of dick? Like
you’re one to talk.”
The three of us start laughing, letting go of the stress of knowing
Brooke Wicks will soon be gracing us with her presence. This could actually be
a good thing. We are extremely busy, and having another employee means being
able to spend more time in my kitchen instead of ringing up customers. So, I’m
not going to let this worry me; I have enough stress with my upcoming wedding
to last me a lifetime.
Juls gives us both hugs before she exits the shop to go tackle a
bride. Just as a customer slips inside and makes her way up to the counter, my
phone beeps in my pocket. Joey gives me a smile, indicating he’s got things
handled and allows me to slip into the back.
Reese: What are you wearing?
I giggle as I hop onto a stool.
Me: Are you spanking it right now, handsome?
Reese: That depends on your answer.
I’m definitely not wearing anything worthy of a wank session. My
ripped skinny jeans and flour-covered apron have seen better days, so I let my
imagination take over.
Me: A skin-tight, pale-pink dress that stops just below my panty line.
Or, it would, if I was wearing panties.
Reese: You are such a tease. Do you have any idea how hard my dick is for
you right now? I could probably fuck you through a wall.
Jesus.
Me: It’s a shame you’ll have to handle that situation on your own. I’m
locked in consultations the rest of the day. Otherwise, I’d give you a hand. Or
a mouth.
Reese: You can handle my situation as soon as you get home. I want that
pussy wet and ready for me.
I smile, loving that dominant edge in every word he types.
Me: Always is.

No imagination needed
there.

Author Bio
J. Daniels was born and raised in Maryland.After putting her kids to bed, she escapes into her cheeky world where some of her characters kiss, and some of them do a lot more than kiss.She is an avid reader and enjoys everything from unconventional romance to fantasy novels.

 

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“Sweet Possession” Chapter Reveal

Title: Sweet Possession
Series: Sweet Addiction #2
Author: J Daniels
 Release Date: September 19, 2014
Synopsis

A sassy, in-your-face baker. A panty-stealing, dirty-talking accountant. And a bathroom quickie that changed their lives forever.


Wedding hook-ups never amount to anything.
Unless that hook-up knocks you on your ass.

For Dylan Sparks and Reese Carroll, the big day can’t arrive soon enough. Dylan, stressed to the max from overbearing mothers and last minute preparations, struggles to keep her sanity. As for Reese, he’s fighting to not only keep his bride-to-be safe from creepy investors, but also to make it to the actual wedding day without losing his mind in the process.

Throw in a crazy group of friends, and a bachelor/bachelorette party weekend getaway, and you have a recipe for the sweetest wedding of the year.

Reese Carroll and Dylan Sparks cordially invite you to read Sweet Possession.

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Why do people even bother with weddings?

I know, that sounds insane coming from a
person who makes a living off creating decadent wedding cakes for the happy
couples. The crazy-in-love future Mr. and Mrs. are what keeps Dylan’s Sweet
Tooth afloat, and without weddings, I wouldn’t be able to afford my rent. Not
to mention the fact that if it weren’t for dumbass ex-boyfriend weddings,
there’s a chance I would’ve never have met Reese and I honestly can’t imagine
not having him in my life. But in my defense, I’ve never had to sit and listen
to hours of debating whether cotton-blend or silk napkins are the best choice
for my big day.

Until now.
Joey lets out an
irritated sigh and gestures toward the direction of my mother and soon-to-be
mother-in-law who are loudly arguing at my consultation table. “This shit makes
me want to drink at 9:00 a.m. How many times have I suggested to you that we
keep hard liquor in the back? We could totally make a drinking game out of this
mess.”
I tilt my head up
to meet his eyes. “What, and take a shot every time one of them utters the
phrase, ‘this will be the wedding I’ve always dreamed of’? We’d be tanked
before the lunch rush.”
He nods, smiling
over his coffee cup. “Exactly, and we’d be completely oblivious to this
annoying discussion that you couldn’t care less about anyway.”
Joey’s right. I
really didn’t care what type of fabric the napkins were; I really didn’t care
about much of anything. I’ve pretty much left everything in the hands of my
trusted best friend who could plan a wedding wearing a blindfold. I only had a
few stipulations: the cake and my dress. That’s it. Napkins? Who the fuck cares
about napkins?
He slides closer
to me, dropping his voice to a hushed whisper although, with the noise level
currently booming through the bakery, I’ll definitely be the only one hearing
him. “I knew your mother was a little nutty when it came to marrying you off,
planning this shit since you were nineteen and all, but Reese’s mother is
bat-shit crazy. Did you hear her say she wanted to come out with us for your
bachelorette party? Can you imagine?”
I shrug once
before leaning against the counter. “I don’t even know what I want to do for
that. Maybe we’ll just have like a spa day or something and if that’s the case,
who cares if she tags along?”
His mouth drops
open, letting escape a loud, dramatic gasp. “Um, no. We will be going to a
strip club if I have to throw you over my shoulder and pull a Reese on you
myself. That’s what you do for bachelorette parties. Why the hell do my two
best friends not know that?”
“Excuse you. Juls’
bachelorette party didn’t involve any naked men, and we still had a great time.
Who says we have to go to a strip club?”
“I do,” he says
through a tense jaw. “The only reason I let that shit slide for Juls was
because I was in charge of babysitting her dumbass sister, and I knew I’d be
distracted if I had a bunch of dicks in my face.”
I arch my brow at
him. “Isn’t that a typical Saturday night for you?” We both chuckle together,
and my attention is suddenly drawn to my mother who is throwing napkins into the
air.
“Dylan,
sweetheart, silk or cotton-blend?” she asks, tapping her foot on the hard tile.
I flick my gaze
between the two mothers who are both silently pleading with me to pick their
choice. If I had to guess, I’d say my mother wants the silk, but Maggie Carroll
is giving off a bit of a fancy vibe right now. She’s head to toe in designer
clothing, which is screaming silk at the moment. Shit. I really don’t care one way or the other, but who the hell do I
side with on this one?
I grimace and nervously tap on the glass display
case. “Um, does it matter? They’re napkins. People are going to be wiping their
mouths with them.”
“It matters a
great deal,” Maggie says, picking up two napkin swatches and carrying them over
to me. “The silk is much more sophisticated. And given the location you’ve
chosen for the reception, I think that’s the one you should go for.”
“But the cotton
blend comes in this antique-white color that would go beautifully with the
pale-gray bridesmaids dresses,” my mother adds, joining Maggie’s side.
Jesus. Since when does it matter if the napkins match
the bridesmaid dresses?
I look back and
forth between the two of them before turning toward Joey. “Thoughts?”
“Nope. I’m afraid
you’re on your own there, cupcake.” He backs away and sips his coffee, leaving
me alone in my misery.
I reach out and
feel both choices between my fingers. “Um, well, I guess the cotton is most
likely cheaper? So, why don’t we go with that?”
Maggie gently
lays her hand on top of mine. “Oh, sweetie, money is not an issue. If you want
the silk napkins…”
“She just said
she wants the cotton blend,” my mother states with a firm tone. “Which I agree
with, sweetheart. Beautiful choice.”
“But, Helen, the
silk would be so much more… elegant.”
I drop my
forehead to my hands and groan my irritation while the two of them continue to
hash it out. Who cares about napkins! Am
I completely crazy for not giving a shit about this tiny, insignificant detail?
The guests could wipe their mouths on their coat sleeves for all I care.
This is how it’s
been for the past six months. Ever since Reese and I got engaged, our mothers
have been in a battle of who can plan the better wedding, and poor Juls and I
have been stuck in the middle, trying to rein in the madness. They’ve been so
crazy about this whole thing, I’ve found myself contemplating the benefits of a
Vegas wedding. Unfortunately, my soon-to-be husband is dead-set on marrying me
in front of all our families and is having no part of that discussion. Every
time I suggest he steal me away for a quickie wedding, he just shuts me up with
his mouth, or his cock. And because I’m weak with lust around that man, and
given the fact my head is sure to explode soon from all this momma drama, I
bring it up. Often.
The front door
chimes and I look up, smiling as my best friend strolls into the bakery. She
takes one look at the mothers waving napkin swatches into the air and
immediately goes into wedding-planner mode.
“Ohhhh, no. There
will not be any changes made. Give me those.” She snatches the napkin samples
from the two mothers who both stare at her with shocked expressions. This is
the Juls I know and love, the one who knows how to run shit. “This wedding is
happening in ten days, and all decisions are final. And really, the napkin
issue? Again?” She motions toward me with a crumpled-up napkin in her hand.
“The bride-to-be doesn’t care about the napkins. In fact, you two are the only
people I know who have ever cared
about the napkins. And I’ve planned over one hundred weddings. For the love of
God, let it go.”
My mother crosses
her arms over her chest and sneers at Juls. “You know what, Julianna? One of
these days, when you’re planning your daughter’s
wedding, you’ll care about the napkins.”
“I seriously
doubt that. Besides, I’m planning on having all boys.”
Maggie and my
mother grab their purses off the consultation table while Juls smiles in her
minor victory over the two of them. The moms both walk around the counter and
smother me with affection.
“We’re going to
go swing by the venue to take another look around,” Maggie says as she releases
me from a hug. “Now, don’t forget to let me know about the bachelorette party.
I’m all in.”
“Ha!” Joey yells
from the kitchen.
I smile and clear
my throat loudly, hoping to cover up the end of my dear assistant’s crack-up.
“Tell Mr. Carroll I said hello.”
My mother kisses
my cheek and smiles. “I’m sure the napkins you originally picked out will
suffice.”
“Mom,” I say in a
warning tone. “There’s still a chance I’ll convince Reese to cancel this whole
thing and get hitched in Vegas.” Her eyes widen, along with Maggie’s who
swivels in place to gawk at me. “Don’t push it.”
“That’s not even
funny,” she retorts, swatting at me with her clutch.
Once the two
wedding-obsessed mothers exit the shop, Juls lets out an ‘I’m glad I’m not in
your shoes’ chuckle and Joey reemerges from the back. I slouch back against the
counter top, feeling a Vegas wedding now more than ever. “I cannot wait until
all this is over with. How I’ve managed to survive the last six months without being
heavily-medicated or drunk off my ass twenty-four hours a day is beyond me.”
“Reese’s mother,
though she has impeccable fashion sense, is out of her mind. I am not having a
fucking chaperone at your bachelorette party,” Joey states with a shake of his
head. Apparently, keeping my future mother in-law away from whatever I decide
to do for my last night of freedom is his only concern.
Juls tosses the
napkin swatches into the trashcan, which will hopefully be the last time I ever
lay eyes on them. She returns to her spot on the other side of the display
case. “Speaking of which, what are we doing for that, anyway? You wanna go to
Clancy’s like we did for mine? That was fun.”
Joey slams his
hand down on the counter, gaining our attention immediately. “For fuck’s sake.
What the hell is wrong with you two? Spa days? Clubs that have been played out?
I wanna do things that I’ll be ashamed to tell people about. Let me live, damn
it.”
“I’m sorry, but
is this your bachelorette party? Did
Billy pop the question and you’ve decided to keep that information from us?”
Juls asks, biting back her smile. It cracks through and she winks at Joey whose
mood has suddenly waned, no doubt in response to the reminder that he isn’t
engaged yet.
He shrugs
dismissively. “Whatever. You bitches can celebrate with watered-down drinks and
facials. Just don’t be surprised if I bail on it.”
I slide closer to
him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shirt. Tilting
my head up, I see him smiling down at me. “I’ll choose something fun. You have
to be there; it wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“She’s right.”
Juls rounds the counter and mimics my position against Joey’s back. “We’d miss
you terribly, JoJo.”
He grunts above
us. “You’re lucky I’d do anything for either one of you.” Juls and I both
unlock our death grips from him and stand side by side. “But I swear to Christ,
there better at least be a cake shaped like a penis at this thing.”
“Chocolate or
vanilla?” I ask teasingly.
He smiles,
bending down and removing a half-empty tray of pastries from the display case.
“Chocolate. I’ve never had black dick.”
Juls and I both
chuckle as he walks toward the kitchen, giving us a scandalous eyebrow raise
over his shoulder.
“So, I have a favor to ask you.” Juls pulls me into the far corner
behind the bakery counter, clearly wanting to put distance between this favor
and Joey. Oh, Lord. My best friend
doesn’t ask me for many favors but when she does, they’re usually whoppers. A
certain wedding dress she made me try on months ago comes to mind. I motion for
her to spill it, and she eyes me up nervously. “Umm… so, Brooke got fired from
her job at that bank. Apparently, she was caught blowing one of the other
tellers during work hours.”
“Good Lord.”  That sounds
about right, though. Brooke Wicks was in the running for horniest bitch in Chicago, competing solely
with Joey.
“Yeah, she needs a job and
fast; otherwise, she’ll lose her apartment.” My eyes widen, the realization of
her favor hitting me. “And since you’re so busy at the shop…”
“No fucking way.”
 She fists both hands at her
side. “Oh, come on, Dyl. She’s having trouble finding something, and she’s been
looking for over a month.” Her face softens and she reaches out to me, pulling
my hand into hers. “Please? If she loses her apartment, she has to move in with
Ian and me. And that shit can’t happen. I love my sister, but I can’t live with
her.”
“What about moving back in with your parents?”
“Not an option. She and my mom would kill each other.” She pauses
and squeezes my hand gently. “I really want to help her out.”
Damn it. This has bad news written all over it, but I have trouble saying no
to Juls. She’s always been there for me. Always. I groan and her eyes light up.
“Fine. She can start Monday. But don’t think I won’t fire her just because
she’s your sister.” She pulls me into a hug with an excited squeal. I cringe as
Joey strolls through the doorway, coming from the kitchen. He grins, adorably
oblivious to the information that will surely send him into a shit-fit. “I
should really make you drop this bomb on him,” I mumble under my breath.
“Oh, relax. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll see about that.”
We both release each other and Juls spins on her heels, walking over
toward Joey and placing her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t freak out.”
His eyes widen with a curious fear. “If I don’t get my penis cake,
I’ll disown both of you. Nobody comes between me and my dick-shaped sweets.”
I walk up to him and brace myself for the reaction that is sure to
blow the roof off this building. “Joey. JoJo. Bestest friend.” He rolls his
eyes as I play with the string on my apron, wrapping it around my finger. “You
know how busy we’ve been lately with custom orders and all the spring weddings
coming up? It’s getting pretty crazy in here, and I think maybe it’s time I
hired another employee.”
“That’s fantastic.” His body relaxes and he glances between Juls and
myself. His brows set into a hard line. “Why the hell do I have a feeling I’m
about to regret those words?”
“Just remember how much you love us,” Juls says. “And this… addition
will allow you and Dylan to spend more time together. The benefits are sure to
outweigh any concern you might have.”
I pause, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the clues that are
obvious to me. It only takes him a few seconds; the reaction spreads through
him like a wild fire.
He squeezes his eyes closed tightly, reaching up and rubbing his
temples with his fingers. “Please tell me this addition is a blind monkey,
because they would surely get more accomplished than who I fear you’re about to
say.”
“Brooke could be a good addition, Joey,” I state with a mild
assurance.
“Are you insane? Why the fuck would you hire that mess?”
Juls shoves his arm. “Hey! She’s my sister, and she’s been through a
lot.”
“A lot of what? Dick? Dylan, this is not a good idea.”
I limply shrug. I’m not at all surprised he’s reacting this way; in
fact, I predicted it. But, unlike Joey, I’m willing to give Brooke the benefit
of the doubt. And as long as she doesn’t try to molest him like the day before
Juls’ wedding, things shouldn’t get too hostile. I gotta give the girl a
chance. “She needs a job or she’ll lose her apartment.”
He throws his hands into the air. “Oh, I’m sorry. How is that our problem?”
“Joey,” Juls scolds. “Don’t be so rude.”
“She’s on a probationary period. If she messes up, I’ll fire her
without thinking twice about it. Right, Juls?”
She nods in my direction before turning back toward my heated
assistant. “Right. So, calm the fuck down, JoJo.” She makes a face at him and
he issues her his smile, softening her expression. “And a lot of dick? Like
you’re one to talk.”
The three of us start laughing, letting go of the stress of knowing
Brooke Wicks will soon be gracing us with her presence. This could actually be
a good thing. We are extremely busy, and having another employee means being
able to spend more time in my kitchen instead of ringing up customers. So, I’m
not going to let this worry me; I have enough stress with my upcoming wedding
to last me a lifetime.
Juls gives us both hugs before she exits the shop to go tackle a
bride. Just as a customer slips inside and makes her way up to the counter, my
phone beeps in my pocket. Joey gives me a smile, indicating he’s got things
handled and allows me to slip into the back.
Reese: What are you wearing?
I giggle as I hop onto a stool.
Me: Are you spanking it right now, handsome?
Reese: That depends on your answer.
I’m definitely not wearing anything worthy of a wank session. My
ripped skinny jeans and flour-covered apron have seen better days, so I let my
imagination take over.
Me: A skin-tight, pale-pink dress that stops just below my panty line.
Or, it would, if I was wearing panties.
Reese: You are such a tease. Do you have any idea how hard my dick is for
you right now? I could probably fuck you through a wall.
Jesus.
Me: It’s a shame you’ll have to handle that situation on your own. I’m
locked in consultations the rest of the day. Otherwise, I’d give you a hand. Or
a mouth.
Reese: You can handle my situation as soon as you get home. I want that
pussy wet and ready for me.
I smile, loving that dominant edge in every word he types.
Me: Always is.

No imagination needed
there.

Author Bio
J. Daniels was born and raised in Maryland.After putting her kids to bed, she escapes into her cheeky world where some of her characters kiss, and some of them do a lot more than kiss.

She is an avid reader and enjoys everything from unconventional romance to fantasy novels.

 

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