Title: From A Distance
Publication Date: June 2013
ISBN: 978-1-939010-19-3
Author: Jodi Olson
Format: E-Book
Length: 11,125 words PDF = 66
pp
Genre: Romance
Category: Contemporary
Price: $4.99
Bad boy Grayson Jameson was coming home after eighteen
years, to a town that still hadn’t forgiven him. It was his brother’s funeral,
but Grayson had other motives. The woman, the town librarian he couldn’t get out
of his mind. How would Gillian Masterson react to his return? Could star-crossed
lovers finally come together? Or would they be consigned to love only…From
A Distance?
Excerpt 1:
“Honey, you know what will happen if I stay, and it sure
in hell doesn’t involve either one of us
sleeping.”
“I know, just… Let me have
this one night with you. I know you’re leaving the day after tomorrow, but I
need this.”
Clothes littered the floor
on the way to the bedroom. Grayson leisurely made love to Gillian’s mouth at
first. Her mouth was warm and sweet, she tasted good. She moaned against his
lips when Grayson’s hands dropped to her bare
shoulders.
Grayson took one of her
hands in his, wrapped her small fingers around his hard cock, holding her hand
there with light pressure. “Honey, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep
doing that.”
Gillian’s fingertips
stroked up, down and around his cock and he shuddered, feeling pleasure all
along his spine.
With one hand on her waist,
he gathered her close with his other arm and pressed against her soft hip. He
kissed her gently while running his hands from her waist to her breasts and down
again.
She whimpered as his kiss
deepened.
His hand slid across her
belly, stroking her velvety soft skin. With each movement, he trailed lower
until his fingers were stroking the soft curls between her
legs.
“I need you, Grayson,” she
whispered.
He eased one finger into
her moist folds. “Open your legs, honey.”
She did as he asked, and he
slipped his hand further between her thighs, finding her slick and responsive to
his touch. It was as if they’d been together for months. Deeper he probed,
inserting one finger into her pussy, then withdrawing and returning with two
fingers.
Gillian’s breathing grew
heavy as her hips moved against his hand. Grayson smiled as he bent his head and
took her breast in his mouth. As he did, he stroked her clit with his thumb. Her
hips lifted off the bed. “Grayson!”
“You’re so responsive and
wet for me, honey.” Grayson whispered against her
breast.
He didn’t know how much
longer he could keep control, her hip touching his was potent, and he found
himself moving against her in response. He shifted his weight until he was lying
between her spread legs, the head of his shaft poised at her entrance. Grayson
entered her slowly, retreating and advancing a little at a time. Over and over
again, he repeated the motion. Suddenly, she arched her back, gripping the
sheets with her fingers, her legs wrapping around his waist. They moved in
unison; their moans filling the air.
Gillian’s body began to
convulse around him, her tight sheath gripping him, milking him again and again
as she shook and shuddered. Waves of passion rolled down his spine when he
released his seed inside her quivering pussy.
Grayson slowly moved off of
her and collapsed onto the pillow next to Gillian. Pulling her close to his
side, his thoughts drifted to why he was still in town…and it was all because of
her. Now he wished they had more time together because she was making it harder
for him to leave.
Excerpt 2:
Gillian was in the kitchen making sandwiches for
Grayson, when the doorbell rang. She hadn’t bothered getting dressed because she knew they would be
spending most of his last day in town in her bed. She saw his shirt still hung
on one of the kitchen table chairs so she quickly slipped into it and padded to
the front door.
She opened up the door only
to see no one standing there. Then her eyes went to the ground. A large, flat
box was sitting by the front door. She wondered what it could be because she
didn’t remember ordering anything through the mail. Gillian bent down to pick it
up to bring it inside. There was no mistake. The label had her name on it. No
return label. That’s odd. Maybe it’s a gift from Grayson? Why would he be
sending me something now?
She wished Grayson would
hurry up and get out of the shower so she could open it up in front of him. Not
able to stand it much longer she began ripping the tape off. Inside there was
white tissue paper covering whatever was inside. Just when she started to place
her hand inside, she heard Grayson.
“Thought I heard the
doorbell. What’s in the package?”
“You didn’t have to buy me
a gift, Grayson.” Gillian started to remove the tissue
paper.
“I
didn’t.”
Gillian pulled out a black
boxer brief with a gray waistband. “Oh, I guess this package was meant for you.
Wonder why my name’s on it?” she held out the underwear and dangled it in front
of his face.
“Those aren’t mine,
Gillian.”
She noticed his set face;
his clamped mouth and fixed eyes. Her eyes traveled down his body, “You have the
same pair on right now.”
“Yes, but those
aren’t mine,” he pointed to the underwear she held, “Someone is messing with
you. I haven’t seen anyone except my mother and, of course you. Is there more in
the box?”
“Only a big envelope
addressed to me.” She was suddenly anxious to escape from his disturbing
presence.
“Want me to open it for
you? You’re shaking.”
As casually as Gillian
could manage, she asked. “Why? Do you already know what’s in
here?”
“No, I see you’re upset and
I’m trying to help is all.”
“I was doing just fine
before you came back here, then you show up and I’m hearing all these rumors
about you and now this.”
Gillian unsealed the flap
of the envelope and looked inside. There must’ve been at least five photos, the
top one showing Grayson naked and handcuffed to a bed. The blonde on top of him
had her head slightly turned looking over her
shoulder.
She pulled the photos out
of the envelope. In every one of them Grayson was with the same blonde. The last
one showed her riding him hard, her long blonde hair flowing down her back, his
hands on her hips like he was guiding her on his hard shaft. Sudden anger raced
through her body. She was furious at her vulnerability when he was around. “I
think you need to leave. I’ve seen enough. Don’t wait another ten years before
you see your mother again.”
“Gillian, let me have a
look.” He stammered in bewilderment as he glanced at each one. “The guy in the
photo isn’t me. I swear!”
He had a fiery, angry look
which was unfamiliar to her. “You must have a twin then, because it sure as hell
looks like you!” Gillian shoved the photos into his
face.
Gillian started to walk
past him and in one forward motion she was in his arms, twisting to get free.
She was breathless with rage, her nostrils flared with
fury.
“Baby, listen to me,” he
whispered into her hair. “Those photos could’ve been fixed. Someone is trying to
hurt you for some reason and I’m going to find out
why.”
She only half-listened as
she struggled harder to get free.
“Gillian I’m not going
tomorrow. I’ll stay until we find this person, I
swear.”
“I don’t need you to help
me. I wish to hell you’d never come back. My life was almost near perfect…and
now you’ve messed it up.” She felt his shocked movement and was able to break
free from his arms. Gillian glanced at his face before leaving the room and saw
an inexplicable look of withdrawal come across his
face.
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