Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Thank you for loving me and agreeing to come here with me.”
She chuckled softly. “You’re thanking me, when you’re the one who brought me on this incredible trip.”
I leaned in close and kissed her on the lips, savoring the feel of her, the fact that she melted against me. Even all these years later, here we were, more in love than ever. Hell, every single day I fell in love with her more. She made my belly tighten in anticipation, made my heart skip a beat when she sang. I tingled all over at the feel of her against my body and the sound of my name falling from her lips as she moaned in ecstasy. God, I loved this woman.
We lay down, me behind her, my arm wrapped around her waist. Her back was to my chest, and the sweet scent of her filled my head, had me drunk and calm all in the same breath. And as we stared at those wondrous lights, as I held the woman I loved and knew my soul mate was right by my side, I realized for the hundredth time that I was one lucky bastard.
This was my wife, the mother of my children, my little songbird, and I’d always make sure I was by her side no matter what.
No would ever love anyone as much as I loved her. Of that I was sure.
The End.
AND THEN THERE WAS US (And Then There Was, 2)
By Jenika Snow
www.JenikaSnow.com
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Copyright © March 2021 by Jenika Snow
First E-book Publication: March 2021
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I’d needed a job and found myself applying at Lyrics, an intimate jazz bar in the heart of the city. My goal was simple—earn enough money so my ailing father didn’t have to worry about anything.
What hadn’t been in my plans was instantly being attracted to Bishop, my new boss and the resident bartender.
The attraction was insane, and the chemistry was off the charts between us. And the obsession he threw my way should have frightened me, but instead it made me want him even more.
He was protective, making me feel as if I were the only woman in the world for him. And after a heated night of passionate abandon, I realized he ruined me for all other men. It was the single most incredible experience of my life.
He said—vowed—he’d never let me go, that I was meant to be his… that it was meant to be between us.
And when I all but snuck out of his bed while he still slept, doing the Walk of Shame, I worried things could never work between us.
What I knew for certain was the one-night stand I just had with my boss was something I wanted to experience over and over again.
Because I realized I’d already fallen in love with Bishop.
But life was full of conflict, and mine especially was chaos. Sometimes that was too much for anyone to take on, even for a man who said I was meant to be his.
CHAPTER 1
Korrie
“This is bullshit.”
I held in my grin as my dad threw his first hissy fit.
“I don’t like my daughter having to pick up the slack on my account.”
I rolled my eyes but held in my humor, because I knew it would just frustrate him more. But I was happy to see this side of him. It sure as hell beat him being too sick to give me a hard time. “We don’t have any other options, Dad. Besides, it’s not like I’m getting shipped off to war. I’m legit just getting another job.” I stared down at my father, who sat in his old, worn, dark leather recliner he refused to get rid of. He said he broke it in just the way he liked it, and that was that.
He had a plaid blanket thrown over his legs, one I made in my senior year of high school in home economics. That was also showing its age. It was faded and frayed, and definitely had seen better days. But he refused to get rid of that as well, saying it held too many fond memories and had sentimental value.