In Love and War
by Tara Mills
by Tara Mills
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Sometimes love really is worth
fighting for, but picking your battles isn't so easy—especially when lives are
at stake.
Personal tragedy and the
loss of both parents at a young age made Ariela Perrine cross self-sacrificing
hero types off her datable list. But Ariela is literally swept off her feet
when an accident brings her face to face with an unforgettable pair of blue
eyes, a playful smile, and an overly affectionate dog.
Oh yes, journalist Dylan
Bond makes her sizzle, but dare she risk it? After all, he's just returned from
covering conflicts around the globe. With his assurance he'll be handling
domestic stories from now on, Ariela's weak resistance crumbles and their
relationship intensifies at a dizzying speed. Then an unexpected phone call
lures Dylan back to Iraq and he falls off the radar. His disappearance will
test them both in ways neither expected. Will it bring them closer or destroy
their fragile peace forever?
Dylan chuckled and drew
his hand out from under her hair, caressing her cheek before returning it to
the wheel and signaling his turn.
Ariela had described the
unsettled feeling Dylan gave her as a tornado, but now she wasn’t sure that was
the right comparison. A tornado was loud and violent, certainly, but after
careful consideration, that seemed too dry. No, this was closer to a tsunami or
hurricane churning through her insides because there was moisture, a great deal
of very unmistakable moisture to go along with the roaring in her ears and the
rumbling in her chest.
As they climbed the
staircase, her footsteps felt springy, buoyant on the treads. It was as if her
legs were pogo sticks. Did he feel any of this? Could he tell she was lost in a
maelstrom he’d set off?
Inside the apartment,
Dylan allowed her just enough time to hang up her purse before he caught her
around the waist and turned her in his arms. There was something in his eyes,
those luscious, blueberry eyes, that sent tension vibrating along her spine. For
a fraction of a second, he simply looked at her with just a hint of a smile.
Then he moved on her, decisively, closing the space between them.
Ariela looped her arms
behind his neck and held on, perfectly ready and willing to be plundered. Her
feet left the floor at the same time their lips connected and suddenly they
were collapsing on the couch. Dylan’s hand protected her head down to the
cushions. That simple, thoughtful act undid her. Ariela kissed him long and
hard, rewarding his consideration.
Finally coming up for
air, she nuzzled along his jaw. “You smell fantastic.”
“So do you,” he growled,
diving at her throat.
“My perfume wore off
hours ago.”
“I know.”
That was it—she was his
if he wanted her. What an easy conquest she’d turned out to be. She couldn’t
even summon up disappointment in herself. The reality was, she’d never wanted
anything, anyone more, and it was no use fighting it.
Dylan pulled his head
back, his lust for her unmistakable in his smoldering eyes. “Are we on the same
page here?”
She cracked a little
smile. “God, I hope so.”
With a groan, he crushed
his lips to hers and Ariela felt a slight sting against her teeth. Then his
tongue ventured out and soothed the pain away. Now his kiss mellowed from one
of heated urgency to a calmer, solid claim. He had a right to be here, to
possess her, because she’d granted it. Ariela wanted to feel Dylan’s hard body
against hers, but she realized he wasn’t a guy to take without invitation. Even
now, if she changed her mind and asked him to stop, he’d do it, no matter how
difficult it was to pull back. Confidence in that made her want him even more.
This would be an utter surrender, an open agreement with an occupying force.
She fumbled with the
buttons on his shirt while he held himself over her, working her top up with
one hand.
He looked down, grinning
at her impatience. “Just clarifying something here. You’re not interested in
me?”
“How many times do I
have to tell you? At this time, you’re on my banned substances list.” Ariela
swept his shirt apart and ran her hands over his chest, squeezing his yummy
pecs.
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I write stories I like
to read–contemporary romances with identifiable characters and themes. Life is
hard. Love makes it bearable. If you enjoy stories with heat and humor, I have
a title for you.
I’m a pampered wife,
lucky mom to three amazing sons and one wonderful daughter-in-law, and I
recently became a very young grandma. I should probably underline the word
very. Oh heck, why not the word young too? Nah, you get the picture. I’m also
the daily monitor of one naughty dog with attitude.
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