Excerpt: If I Loved You by Mary Williams
If I Loved You by Mary Williams
If You Only Wanted One Night Would You Take A Chance On a Man Who Wanted Forever?
Rose O’Brian wants to spice up her love life and Jack Winston seems like the answer. Sexy, funny and a killer smile, Jack is every woman’s fantasy. All she wants is one night of passion, nothing more. But Jack has a secret that stops him from taking her up on her offer, stops him from having the one thing he wants more than his next breath–beautiful Rose O’Brian. Rose has her own secrets. Emotionally scared, she’s never believed in happily ever afters. But for the first time she’s met a man who makes her want to open her heart, to dream of love. When Rose’s past rears its ugly head can she finally let go and overcome the hurt? Can Jack convince her to take a chance and embrace a future with him? Can he show her that love is there if she will only reach out and take it?
Excerpt from If I Loved You:
IT WAS SOMETHING out of a fairy tale.
Thousands of flickering lights dazzled her senses, almost as much as the tall, wickedly handsome man who so expertly danced her onto the shadowed balcony. The music that filtered from the nearby ballroom only added to the already magical atmosphere.
Women dreamed their whole lives of a moment like this—a prelude to a happily ever after ending. Ever so briefly, she let herself drift into that fantasy as if she was one of those women. For a moment, she let herself pretend that her childhood had been filled with the kind of whimsy that allowed those fantasies to be carried over into adulthood.
But no, she wasn’t a romantic, hopeless or otherwise. She didn’t want a prince to sweep her into his arms and carry her away on his faithful steed. She was more than capable of rescuing herself. And she preferred it that way.
The stars were in the sky, not in her eyes.
“I’m glad you asked me to dance,” her partner whispered, pulling her closer.
Suddenly, she was nervous. The champagne she downed earlier had completely worn off. No more floating on a cloud of false courage. If she was going to do this, she was going to have to do it on her own.
“Jack,” she said. Damn, it was hard to sound seductive when your voice squeaked. “Jack.” That was better, lower and slightly husky. She’d read somewhere that guys liked husky voices.
“Nothing, I just thought we were saying each other’s names.” He put his lips next to her ear. “I like the way you say mine.”
“Jack.” Good Lord, she had to stop repeating his name. “I need a favor, Jack. A big one.” Or should she say, she hoped he had a big one. Rose groaned to herself. At least she hadn’t said that out loud.
“I’ll help if I can.”
“You’re the only one who can help.” She took another deep breath. “I need you to take me home and screw my brains out.”
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About the Author:
Want to know how to motivate yourself to write a book?
Have your favorite football team lose the Super Bowl.
On the last play.
With an interception.
The next day I was so depressed I tuned out all media. No TV, no internet, no newspapers–nothing. And I started to write. I’m still writing.
As you can see, a little motivation can do wonders.
Football will play a big part in my next series of books due out next year. And since I’m writing the ending? No interceptions. Guaranteed