Giving In (The Sandy Cove Series Book 1)
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Authors: M.R. Joseph
Tags: #romance, #love, #drama
Giving In
Copyright © 2014 M.R. Joseph
Smashwords Edition 2014
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Giving In
Copyright © 2014 M.R. Joseph
Smashwords Edition 2014
All rights reserved.
Edited by Kathy Krick
Copyright © Jennifer Kearney Photography
2014
http://www.jenniferkearneyphotography.com/#2822
Interior Design by Angela McLaurin, Fictional
Formats
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To all the Indie Authors who have inspired me
with your words and your stories. Thank you for sharing your gifts
with me and the world. You are the reason I am doing what I’m doing
today, so thank you for changing my life.
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There are so many words to say, so many
people to thank I don’t know where to begin. I’ll start with the
ones who own my heart. Thank you to my husband for putting up with
my crazy rants and your lack of clean underwear. You amaze me
everyday and I could not have done this without you. Love you with
my whole heart. For my kiddos who tell people in school that I’m an
author, but they aren’t allowed to read my books. Love them so
much. To my mom and my sister for sticking by me and encouraging me
always. Mommy thanks for reminding me that no matter how many books
I sell, I still put myself out there and went for it. Not many
people can say that. To my extended family and in-laws, my best
girlfriends in the world, you are wonderful supporters and I thank
you for all your love.
My readers whom I have grown to know and love. I
have developed such a friendship with you guys and I thank you for
your dedication and kind words. If it wasn’t for you, I would not
be writing this.
I’d like to thank my author friends for pimping
me out, encouraging me along the way. Thank you to the following
authors who inspire me with their books; Julie Prestsater, Rebecca
Shea, Raine Miller, Monica Murphy, Katie Ashley, and Kristen Proby,
Emma Chase, and so many more.
To my editor, Kathy Krick for doing such a
beautiful job on this book. Thank you for your encouragement,
suggestions, and fun talks. You are a wonderful editor and I am so
glad I found you!
Thank you again to one of my saviors, Angela
McLaurin at Fictional Formats for your beautiful work!
To my cover models Reuben Ondarza and Rosemarie
Mount. I love you both so much! Thanks for taking one hell of a
horrific day and turning it into something spectacular. I look
forward to the next shoot. Ha, ha.
To my beautiful and talented photographer,
Jennifer Kearney for your patience, your professionalism, your eye
for a good shot even during a monsoon in October at the Jersey
Shore. What a day, but what you created goes beyond a thank
you.
To John and Lynn Ciminera, my aunt and uncle,
for allowing me to use your beautiful home at the shore for the
photo shoot. My appreciation goes beyond words.
To my betas. Tina Bell, Sandy Connor, Chrissy
Massa, Laura Hash, Lisa McKeown, Tina Moss, and Stephanie Leone.
Where would I be without you? No seriously. You all have made this
journey so fun. Your encouragement, your ideas, your hard work,
your patience when dealing with my crazy moods, your laughter, and
the constant stream of ‘X-Files’ kept me motivated and strong and I
love and thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Lastly, to the bloggers and reviewers. Where
would any indie author be without you? Thank you, thank you, thank
you for all you do!
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May 2012
“Did you lock the door?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s locked. I checked it
twice.”
“Oh, God, right there, do that again, ah, that
feels so good.”
“Put your hand there.”
“Where?”
“Here.”
“So what’s your name? Oh, God rub there, sweet
Christ, you’re a good kisser.”
“Harlow.”
“Harlow, what kind of name is that?”
“My mom was a big fan of Jeanne Harlow. I have a
sister named Greta as in Garbo and a brother named Crawford.”
“Crawford? That’s a strange name for a
dude.”
“He was supposed to be a girl, Mom’s a Joan
Crawford fan, Oh, God lick my neck there. That’s it, suck on my
earlobe. Oh yeah, I like that.”
“Want to know my name?”
“If you find it necessary.”
“Raphael.”
“Nice to meet you, Raphael. Oh shit that feels
good. Do you have a condom?”
“Of course. I always come prepared.”
“Well, thank God for small miracles.”
“Shit, what’s up with this button?”
“Wait, let me get it… there we go.”
“Sweet Jesus, you are huge.”
“Exactly what every guy wants to hear, thank you
very much.”
“Oh God right there. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, that’s
the spot.”
“Damn, you are so tight, if my fingers can
hardly get in there, what makes us think my dick can.”
“Don’t think, just do.”
“Yes, ma’am. So where are you from?”
“New Jersey. Princeton actually. You?”
“Cherry Hill. Born and… Oh. Yea grip it just
like that. Now jerk it harder. Oh fuck!”
“How’s that? Never mind I just got my
answer.”
“These are some hot ass panties you’re sporting,
girl.”
“Thanks, Victoria’s Secret does a woman
good.”
“I’ll say. I wish I could rip them with my
teeth.”
“Oh, I caught myself a kinky one, now did
I.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you haven’t a clue.”
“Don’t come yet, are you ready? I’ll slide it on
for you.”
“I was born ready, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby. I’m not your baby.”
“That’s right. You’re just some dirty little
girl I just met at a bar, right? Oh, yea, you like that, don’t you?
That’s it, just like that, ride my hand.”
“Oh, God, I love it when you talk dirty. Yes,
tonight, I’m a dirty, dirty girl about to fuck a guy whose name I
don’t even know against a bathroom wa… OH, fucking A! I’m ready.
Come on and let me put it in already.”
“Fine, be my guest, and I told you, the name is
Raphael, not God, but if you start screaming his name out as I make
you come, then so be it. I’ve been called a lot worse.”
“Wow, seriously dude, this hardly fits you.”
“Yea, well, I ran out of the extra-large and
this is all they had at the convenience sto… ooo… rrrreee, fuck you
are tight as a frickin’ vice. Stupendous.”
“So what do you do for a liv… liv… Oh yea,
harder. Oh Christ.”
“A living? Police Academy, as of now. Oh yea,
like that, you feel so fucking good.”
“You are going to split me in two. Good
Lord.”
“I bet you say that to all the strangers you
fuck in bar bathrooms.”
“Nope. Never. I’m a bathroom virgin. I’ve never
done this before. Who in the name of all that’s sacred and holy
taught you how to kiss? Phenomenal.”
“A girl from my neighborhood. She’s like five
years older than me. I asked her, and she showed me. We kissed a
lot. Now she’s married to my brother.”
“Awkward.”
“Not anymore. My God you are the hottest girl
I’ve ever been with, and believe me, there’s been plenty, but you,
Harlow, are fan-fucking-tastic.”
“You are quite drunk, but thank you very
much.”
“You are most welcome. Oh God ba… aaa… baby, I’m
going to come, are you with me?”
“Yes, yes, yes, but I told you don’t call me… Oh
God, here I go. Ahhh. YES.YES.YES!”
“Wow.”
“Wow is right.”
‘I’ve never…”
“Me neither.”
“Um, so what do we do now?”
“Nothing. Go back out there with our friends.
You go to one end of the bar, I’ll go to other.”
“That’s cold, baby. So can I have your last
name?”
“What did I tell you?”
“Yea, yea, don’t call you baby. I gotcha.
Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. And no last names, it
complicates things. This was… fun. Let’s just leave it at what it
is. Well, Raphael, it was a pleasure.”
“Pleasure is putting it lightly, don’t you
think, Harlow? That’s what you said your name was right?”
“Yes, or you could name me the random dirty girl
you just fucked against the wall of a bar bathroom.”
“I’d rather call you the best fuck I’ve ever
had, will that suffice?”
“Well then I take that as a huge compliment, I’m
flattered.”
“You should be.”
“Shake my hand, Raphael, and let’s get on with
our lives.”
“Nice meeting you.”
“Same to you.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”“Yeah, yeah, it’s locked. I checked it
twice.”
“Oh, God, right there, do that again, ah, that
feels so good.”
“Put your hand there.”
“Where?”
“Here.”
“So what’s your name? Oh, God, rub there, sweet
Christ, you’re a good kisser.”
“Harlow.”
“Harlow, what kind of name is that?”
“My mom was a big fan of Jeanne Harlow. I have a
sister named Greta as in Garbo and a brother named Crawford.”
“Crawford? That’s a strange name for a
dude.”
“He was supposed to be a girl, Mom’s a Joan
Crawford fan, Oh, God, lick my neck there. That’s it, suck on my
earlobe. Oh yeah, I like that.”
“Want to know my name?”
“If you find it necessary.”
“Raphael.”
“Nice to meet you, Raphael. Oh shit that feels
good. Do you have a condom?”
“Of course. I always come prepared.”
“Well, thank God for small miracles.”
“Shit, what’s up with this button?”
“Wait, let me get it… there we go.”
“Sweet Jesus, you are huge.”
“Exactly what every guy wants to hear, thank you
very much.”
“Oh God right there. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, that’s
the spot.”
“Damn, you are so tight, if my fingers can
hardly get in there, what makes us think my dick can.”
“Don’t think, just do.”
“Yes, ma’am. So where are you from?”
“New Jersey. Princeton actually. You?”
“Cherry Hill. Born and… Oh. Yea grip it just
like that. Now jerk it harder. Oh fuck!”
“How’s that? Never mind I just got my
answer.”