Monday, May 20, 2013

Blurb and Excerpt for From A Distance

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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