One. More. Week!!! I can’t believe AMTL will be in your hands in seven short days. This is by far one of my personal favorites. I loved every minute of writing Jay & Drea’s story. The angst. The torture they put themselves through. The love they’ve held onto all the years they were apart. It’s both inspiring and heartbreaking. (There’s a good chance you may need tissues at some point in this story. This is your warning.)

To tide you over, and because I LOVE LOVE LOVE to share, here’s a little snippet from one of my favorite scenes in the book…

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“This isn’t about anybody but us. Two grown adults. People who care about each other very much. I don’t give a sh*t what anyone else thinks. All I care about is you. This moment. The way you looked when you completely let go. Knowing I did that. Your lips were parted, your eyes closed, head thrown back, and you were pressing against me. Your body begging for more.”

Running the back of his hand over my cheek, down my neck, and continuing until he’s gripping my hip, Jay pauses to relish my body, but not for long.

“Live in that moment, Drea. Don’t let the guilt from the past dictate your present. Don’t let it stop you from having what you want. What you’ve always wanted. From being with me. Because I want to see that expression on your face again. A lot more. Very soon.”

Pressing my elbows into the mattress, I force my body up and seal my lips against his. The hand that was resting on my hip is now holding my head hostage as Jay devours my lips. His body rolls on top of me, and a familiar sensation begins to build as he rocks his body against mine.

Soon must mean now. His recovery time is impressive.

“Too. Many. Clothes,” he says between kisses as he works his way down my neck.

“Yes.” The single word comes out as a hiss as he nips the sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

Jay’s hand slides up my back, and I raise off the bed as far as I can so he can unclasp my bra. Once I feel the fabric release it’s hold, I start pulling it away from my body. Sitting up, Jay steadies my hands and slowly removes my bra, taking in the sight before him with great admiration.

“Perfection,” he states, his eyes never leaving my chest. My nipples pucker as the cold air brushes across them. He seems to notice and bends to take one in his mouth and the other in his hand, my back arching off the bed in response as I hold his head captive against my chest.

“So responsive,” he coos, moving to pay the other nipple the same attention. I don’t bother to reply with anything more than a moan when he bites down on the sensitive bud.

While his mouth and left hand work their magic on my breasts, his right hand takes a slow and torturous adventure down my side, across my stomach, and slips beneath the thin material of my thong, gently tugging as I wiggle with anticipation.

Once I’m free of the binding undergarment and the only thing between Jay and I are his boxer briefs, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him tightly against me. A growl escapes him as his movements become frenzied. Shimming out of the last of his remaining clothes, I attempt to help with my toes only to be met with resistance.

“If I take them off, there’s no going back,” he murmurs against my chest before lifting his eyes to mine.

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