ONE TO TAKE
By Tia Louise
(Stuart & Mariska)
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Stuart Knight is a wounded Marine turned Sexy Cowboy. Mariska Heron is the gypsy girl who stole his heart. Now they’re fighting for their Happily Ever After…
Life is never simple.
Even perfect couples face storms.
The question is whether our love is strong enough to survive.
I believe it is.
She told me to leave.
If I leave, I take her with me.
A STAND-ALONE NOVEL in the “One to Hold” universe. Prepare for strong language, panty-melting sexy times, and heart-squeezing angst. Readers 18 and older only, please.
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FIVE STARS: “A wide range of emotions as these raw characters steal our hearts with their own personal journey of finding love once again.” –4 Chicks Flipping Pages
" ONE TO TAKE is packed with humor, heartbreak, suspense, and a whole lot of sexy. Five Stars all day long!" -Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal Best-selling Author
Review by pearls
We enter the story to find a happily engaged couple on vacation at the family ranch. Their love and passion for one another is obvious. Afraid to rock the boat, they have communication problems which lead to misunderstandings. So sure of their rightness as a couple, when troubles begin, each individually begins to question his and her own life. While heartbreaking, the separation will eventually make them stronger as individuals and as a couple. Their support network is fabulous. The wild horses creates a wonderful analogy of their relationship. A great addition to the series.
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ONE TO TAKE
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2016
~ Stuart ~
When we reach the clump of small trees near the bank, I leave Cheyenne’s reins loose on a scrub bush, but I have to tie Freckles to a branch. I don’t usually tie the horses, but she’s so flighty. I don’t want to have to tell Bill she ran away again—with all his tack.
Mariska takes off with a shriek. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
Freckles dances in place, but I can’t help a laugh as I watch my fiancée stripping off her top and tossing it aside followed quickly by her bra. Her black mini is next, and in a flash of golden skin and wild chestnut hair she cannonballs into the water, creating a huge splash.
Since I’m clearly the rotten egg in this scenario, I take my time removing my boots and hat and leaving them by the horses. I asked Winona to pack us a snack just in case, and I take the towel off the back of my saddle.
Leaving my shirt with my boots, I walk out onto the weathered wooden pier, collecting discarded items of clothing as I go. Mariska is in the center of the lake dog paddling around.
“It’s so warm!” she calls out. “It was like ice last winter.”
“It was probably about to freeze before the Chinook blew in.”
“What are you waiting for? Get in!” She swims toward the end of the pier and holds the posts as she waits.
I can’t help smiling down at her. Her face is glowing, and she’s so damn happy. What happened earlier today seems far away. “Give me a second.”
Shrugging out of my jeans, I toss them aside and do a shallow-dive into the warm water. Mariska is on me in a second.
“You went commando!” Her bare breasts pressing against my chest cause a definite rise down below.
“We’re on vacation.”
“I wish that worked with bras.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.” I cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, watching her eyes darken.
Her slim hands cover mine, threading our fingers and pulling them away. “Hang on, I want to talk first.”
I do a little growl, wrapping our laced hands around her waist and drawing her flush against me. “Talk second.”
She giggles and chases my lips with hers. Our mouths unite and a little moan tells me all I need to know. Unfastening our fingers, I cup her ass, sliding her up over my waist, I position my head at her entrance, and in a stomach-tingling thrust, we’re together.
Sighs and moans are the only noise surrounding us. We rock together, her soft meeting my hard. In all my life, I’ve only had this with her. I’ve been with other women—some I remember better than others—but it’s not about that. It’s about us, how we complete each other.
I touch her, and she moans. I kiss that little spot behind her ear, and she shivers. She touches me, and my brow feels tight. I can’t think beyond needing her, possessing her, loving her, protecting her.
“Mariska,” I exhale through the pulses of my orgasm. Her slim hands hold my face as our mouths fuse together. Her knees are bent, legs tight around my waist, and I’m deep inside her.
She sighs, and I kiss her again, giving her tongue a suck. Her inner muscles clench, drawing another pulse from me, and I groan. We hold each other so close. Her soft breasts are crushed against my chest, and our bodies touch from face to chest to thigh.
Her lips taste like the fresh water of the lake. I hold her to me, thinking beneath her softness is our baby. The baby we made.
“I love you so much.” I almost sound angry, but shit, it’s only because I mean the words so fiercely.
She exhales a laugh, kissing my chin. “Always so serious. Have I told you how much I love you, my sexy Marine?”
I’m not sure the emotions in my chest can get any tighter. I don’t know the words for how I’m feeling. I’ve never been much for words. Action is what I’m about.
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