He nuzzled her neck, and she sighed, the sound turning into a moan as he latched on below her ear and started all over.
She’d never have to be alone, ever again. Not really. Not when she carried his love inside wherever she went.
“I love you, Joel Coleman.” She whispered the words and the spring air drifted them skyward with the promise of new life and new growth. So many things to look forward to in the future.
But right now? They had each other. They had the moment, and a handful of condoms.
Hell, yeah, life was good.
About the Author
Vivian Arend in one word: Adventurous. In a sentence: Willing to try just about anything once. That wide-eyed attitude has taken her around North America, through parts of Europe, and into Central and South America, often with no running water.
Her optimistic outlook also meant that when challenged to write a book, she gave it a shot, and discovered creating worlds to play in was nearly as addictive as traveling the real one. Now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both contemporary and paranormal stories, Vivian continues to explore, write and otherwise keep herself well entertained.
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