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“Mmm, it’s nice,” I whispered.

He lifted and leaned on his elbow with his head resting on
his hand, “Marry me, Morgan?”

I opened and shut my mouth a few times, staring deep into
his eyes without blinking.  Of course I considered the matter of marriage
before; we do have a child together after all, yet there was something so
dangerous and unsure about marrying a man you’ve spend less than a full week
with.  My sister adored him.  He’s my brother in law’s best
friend.  Everyone I knew seemed to have a deeper relationship with him
that I did.

He ran his hand tenderly along the lines of my face, “I can
see your brain twitching, you know?  Look, you’re wasting your time trying
to put a finger on what it is we have together.  I’ve tried for five
years.  It’s not normal, I don’t think.  If it was, everyone would be
searching for it.  I’ve even talked to my mom about it.”

I drew in a sharp breath wondering what she had to say about
her precious boy bringing home a short, skinny Mormon girl.  “And what did
she say?” I asked when he paused.

“She asked me if I’d thanked God for saving me in
Afghanistan.”

“And?”

“I told her of course I did.  Then she yelled at me and
called me an arrogant ass.  She asked if I was starving and a loaf of
bread floated down from Heaven to feed me would I eat it all or just take one
bite?”

“Ah…” I said the picture becoming clear.

“Right, basically I was an arrogant ass for questioning a
gift.  And I know she’s right, I should take what is offered me without
question.  Whether I believe I’m worthy of it or not, someone does.”

“I’m just not so sure things work that way, Jeff,” I said
tracing circles around his upper arm.  I was relieved to find that his
family knew about me.  Somehow, the fact that he’d talked with his mother
about me made me feel official.  Miracles don’t appear often, and we
should accept this without issue.  I looked into his eyes again, “Make
love to me?”

His hand moved slowly down my thighs, flecks of gold flashed
through fields of deep brown as he found my soft folds and moistened them by
dipping inside then spreading the dampness.  I groaned burying my face
deep into his shoulder as his fingers continued to prepare me.  His touch
on my body was forever tender, almost painfully gentle, and already I was eager
to draw him inside me and become one again.

Satisfied with my readiness, he pulled me over him, lifting
my hips high then allowing me to impale myself on him at my leisure. 
There was no choice but to move slowly; a member that large could do serious
damage to me if I rushed, so I lowered in such small increments that I didn’t
realize he was still growing inside me.  Moving my hips in tiny circles I
stimulated him, feeling instant satisfaction as he grew inside me.  With
such miracles at hand it was hard to deny that they existed.  He groaned
and stiffened moving his hands to my hips to guide me, lifting me and pushing
me down on him with such delicious slowness that I shuddered at the sheer power
of him.

He felt my quake and for a moment he held me still above
him, “Put your hands on my chest.”

Leaning forward I put a hand over each nipple.

“Can you feel my heart beating?”

I nodded.

“Good.  Keep your hands there and let me know if it
stops.”  My face flushed the tiniest bit with his words and I tensed for
the slightest moment, then with a sign of acceptance I relaxed.  There was
no battle here.  I’d been gearing myself up since the day I first laid
eyes on him for failure, because somehow failure with him seemed more
practical, easier than getting past our vast differences.  Those
differences disappeared when we merged as one, there was no black and white, no
Mormon and Southern Baptist, no soldier versus hippy, there was nothing except
the wonder of his touch.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips, thrusting my tongue
against his wildly now as I fought to pull us together.  He reached behind
me and placed a hand on my cheeks, tucking me in for a nicer fit and letting me
feel the throb of his erection within me.  I whimpered, but answered him
with the strong grinding of my pelvis against his.  My fingernails dug
into his chest as though trying to dig through to his pounding heart.  He
lifted me with more urgency now, building up speed almost excruciatingly slow
until I felt like begging for mercy.  My fingers wound into fists against
his bare chest, my eyelids fluttered shut and my brain bent into a
pretzel.  I was completely twisted with lust for him, stunned by the
lushness of his words and only wanting to immerse myself in him forever.

He quivered from head to toe and it was incredible to watch
him as I moved above him, pleasuring him within my soft folds.  He
groaned, squirming below me and I looked at him, his eyes half closed, his
breath coming faster and faster with each beat of his heart.  I leaned
forward and took his nipple in my mouth.  It was soft, like velvet against
my tongue, and swiftly it turned into a hard marble between my lips.

Moans of pleasure poured from my lips as I pulled and
plunged him deep inside me.  I felt like an animal as I unleashed my need
to hold all of him as far within me as I could.  As if I could physically
merge us into one solid person I battered against him using my fingers to pinch
his nipples as my head flung back in a flow of blond sparks.  Everything
held a magical element for me now as if the air in the room was filled with
glimmers, flashes and flickers of color.  Stars ignited before my eyes and
I held on to his chest as if I were riding a unicorn that was ready to leap
across a wide river.

I was faced at that final moment with the choice; I could
leap from his back and take my chances rolling in the grassy banks or trust
that he would carry me through the vast leap.  His deep groan brought me
back to him and I clutched tightly and held on for dear life as he carried me
to the moon and held me as I floated slowly back to his dark chest.

“Yes!” I screamed as he released inside me with a grizzly
groan.

His eyes flickered open, “Yes what?”

“Yes I will marry you!”

He pulled me flat against his chest, holding me preciously
as his hands slid up and down my back.  “Then let’s get to Seattle and get
our son.”

Born in Savannah but raised on Sullivan’s Island, South
Carolina, Laura Cooper is a true southern woman.  She believes that iced
tea should
always
be sweet and has an entire Pinterest Board with over a
hundred different ways to cook shrimp.

Via an AOL chat room she met her husband of sixteen years,
Chris Cooper.  Together they have two children, (both in college at the
same time) and fifteen, yes count ‘em, fifteen dogs.

Prior to writing novels, Laura ran a large pure breed rescue
organization for homeless animals.  She, Chris and the kids found homes
for over six thousand homeless dogs until they retired three years ago.

Between calls begging for money (from her children) and
squeaky toys, she somehow manages to embolden other southern women to explore
their sexuality through reading.  Claiming that fifty is the new thirty,
Laura encourages her readers to examine themselves, crawl out from beneath the
soccer mom status and live a little.

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Semper Fi

She wouldn't even be in the predicament if it weren't
for Travis. A phone call in the middle of the night to ask for a "free
pass" from her boyfriend of 7 1/2 years was hard to take seriously. When
he doesn't get the answer he wanted, his drunken stupor is all it takes to tell
her via text message that it's over. That's enough to irritate Mattie into
flying home to deal with him.

However, bad weather grounds her flight out of
Washington leaving her stranded in the airport all night with one other
passenger... Logan McNarry.

Ordinarily, she wouldn't even think of speaking to
him, but Travis' unexpected break up was just the opportunity she needed to
seek passion in the arms of another man.

All this leads up to the predicament that Mattie must
face. Choosing the safe, steady life already mapped out, or chasing the love
and passion one only stumbles upon once in a lifetime.

Boneyard Beach

‘The Night’ on Boneyard Beach was over fifteen years
ago, but for Jenna Sinkler it is replayed each time she closes her eyes. His
hands touching her, the salt marsh taste of his lips and the ultimate “first
time” every girl dreams of.

In the real world, she’s a New York City cop who feels
like her world is close to tumbling down on her. When she steps blindly into
her apartment for a quick shower and finds her culinary wizard boyfriend
enjoying a naked blonde waitress on her blue sofa, she reacts. It’s her
reaction that sends her reeling with her tail between her legs back to the
island in South Carolina where she spent every summer of her youth, including
'The Night' on Boneyard Beach.

Fifteen years ago Nicolas Talbot was an uncomplicated
southern boy with dreams and a bright future. Now Jenna’s making lists of why
she and Nick should be as far away from one another as possible. But one
question remains: was ‘The Night’ on Boneyard Beach a fluke, or was it truly as
magical as they both believe? There’s only one way to find out.

As Jenna falls head over heels in love with Nick
again, the list of reasons why their relationship will never work begins to
pile up. The fact that she lives in New Jersey and he lives in South Carolina
is a major problem. But it doesn’t take Jenna long to understand that may be
the least of the problems. Nick’s meddling Charleston family has harbored his
secret for fifteen years, and she’s beginning to wonder to what extent they
would go to protect him.

Since ‘The Night’ on Boneyard Beach, no man has ever
been good enough for Jenna, and no woman good enough for Nick. It seems as
though they were meant for each other and no one else. But there had been
someone else in Nick’s life and now she’s been found dead… on Boneyard Beach.
Can Jenna overcome her mistrust for men enough to believe that Nick and his
family had nothing to do with the mysterious death?

Shades of
Shame

2012’s run away smoking romance of the year, SEMPER
FI, continues in this riveting story written by the self proclaimed belle of
the South, Laura Cooper and her devilishly sexy husband Chris. Together they
bring Logan McNarry more clearly into vision in this sexy and gripping prequel
SHADES OF SHAME.

We already know that Logan and Mattie are made for
each other; from the moment she’d walked into the Airport that morning she’d
belonged to him heart and soul. Together, they are simply smoldering hot. But was
there a time when Logan’s passion melted another heart? Judging from his
shyness, emotional devastation in a relationship isn’t new to him. What kind of
woman could make a marine like Logan McNarry completely swear off women for so
long? We back up eight years to find out!

Washington’s newest Senatorial Intern Leila Johnson
has an attitude that rivals that of Lindsay Graham on Benghazi. While most
college students would sell themselves for such an opportunity, Leila was
handed the job on a silver platter. Of course she’d been raised since birth to
be a politician; she’d been sent away from home at a young age in an effort to
make her cold and calculating. She’d been educated within an inch of her life.
As the Senator’s Chief of Staff, her mother would have nothing less than the
best for her daughter. It never would occur to her that being with her mother
may have been the best thing for Leila. You may know of Patricia Johnson; she
was most recently featured in Time Magazine’s list of Top 100 Bitches in the
U.S. She came in an honorable 18th.

Leila Johnson isn’t your typical intern, and if she’d
been in Washington more than a week she could’ve knocked her mother right out
of that 18th position. She knows what she wants, and knows how to get it. A
summer internship in her mother’s office is perfect for a young woman with
aspirations of climbing the political ladder. With the Senator squarely in her
sights, Leila is positioned to add another notch on her bedpost as she pads her
resume at the same time.

The last time she saw Logan McNarry he was a skinny,
silver spooned brat. However, dinner at the Senator’s house was a bigger
surprise than she ever imagined. Logan was all grown up now, and definitely not
how she remembered him. He was nice, gentle, and worst of all, a hopeless
romantic. None of the things that would further her career. But Logan brings
out something in her that’s not familiar. With him she laughs, she makes love,
and dare she think it… feels loved.

His father, on the other hand, represents all she
hopes to achieve: Money, power, and status. And the fact that the Senator has
no problem masterfully using his interns fits absolutely perfectly into her
plans. Add in his handsome, rugged exterior that simply reeks of power, and she
was panting and ready to climb any ladder he presented. David McNarry wastes no
time un-wrapping his new intern and teaching her the ropes of Washington, even
though he is all too aware that if Patricia catches him with her daughter he’s
road kill.

This vicious Washington political story wraps itself
around the McNarry family, showing just how their deceitful relationships
intertwine. And in their midst, Leila struggles to overcome her own stereotypes
as she steams with Senator David McNarry and melts into the arms of his son
Logan. Which man should she choose? The one who fills her heart? Or the one who
can put her in the White House?

Seven Deadly
Sins

It was a fresh start, and that’s exactly what Liz
Martin needed. New York was a long way away from Charleston, and for a recent
graduate from the Charleston School of Law, a high powered New York law firm
was the perfect way to pad her resume. But more importantly, it was away from
him.

It’s not that she didn’t love him. No, love was never
the problem. Benton Frazier gave her the firm and controlling hand she’d grown
so used to having. The only real problem was that her lover, her master, her
best friend just couldn’t be monogamous.

Liz could have easily taken a local job offer in
Charleston. However, since her brother waited for her to graduate, it was now
his time to pursue his fashion career, and what better place than New York
City. Now that her parents were gone, Palmer was all she had. Everything seemed
to be falling into place… until she met Carlton. And now, all she can think
about is him.

Carlton was dreamy. Handsome, rugged, and well
dressed. Deep brown eyes the color of chocolate, and the silken voice with a
hint of an English accent that simply drove her crazy. Most importantly,
Carlton had it all; a partner in a prestigious law firm, old family money that
left nothing out of reach. He was perfect. But even this perfect man came with
baggage.

Follow Liz as she navigates through the Seven Deadly
Sins. Is Benton out of her life for good? Can Carlton’s past not get in the way
of their future? Where will her heart take her?

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