Title: Love Is Louder
Author: Antoinette Candela
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Expected Release: Fall 2014
Synopsis:
When does love fall apart? Do you
see it? Do you feel it? Can you save it?
When two worlds collide it sets off an unlikely chain of events, creating
temptations and feelings that did not exist and changing the course of two
random strangers.
A crumbling marriage to a successful husband,
A man fighting to keep his family together,
Two people looking to reconcile and bury their past lives.
Lives comes together that would never have been, where one secret will turn
their worlds upside down.
What happens when the truth is finally exposed?
Will the both sides end up hurt and alone?
When does love reappear? Do you see it? Do you feel it? Do you fight for it?
Love is beautiful.
Love is quiet.
Love is ugly.
Love is Louder.
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Excerpt:
I stand inside my walk-in
closet in my black heels, thong, garters, and lace bra, debating on what to
wear on this warm, humid, June evening. Short, black, strapless dress or long,
silk dress with spaghetti straps? So
many choices. James loves my legs and
shoulders, so I go with the short, strapless dress. Pulling it from the rack, I
hold it up in front of me and close my eyes, inhaling a deep breath. We can make it work.
"Brie."
His gravelly voice startles
me. Whirling around, I steal a breath when I see his heated eyes rake over my
body. His gaze on me never breaks. I
itch to touch him, and I itch for him to touch me, but he controls what happens
between us, and I eagerly comply. I’ve
missed the connection so badly that I'd do anything.
"You scared me," I
whisper.
Smirking, he pulls at his
tie, yanking it loose and works the buttons on the front of his shirt, exposing
his muscular tanned chest as he closes the space between us in two long
strides. Taking the dress from my hands, he returns it to the rack and rests
his hands upon my hips.
"God, you...you look so
damn good." He tilts my chin with his finger so that our eyes lock and
runs the outside of his hand against my cheek. I can already feel his erection
poking my belly as I readily press harder against him.
I
don't want to go out to dinner; I want him to take me right now on the floor in
my closet.
"Yoga does
wonders," I flirt, rubbing my hands down his chest as I eagerly and
seductively peel off his white dress shirt, letting it cascade to the floor.
This is how it used to be. Spontaneous and hot. I didn't expect this change in
him, but I'm not going to sit here and question it. I have the old James back,
the James that I fell in love with in college.
I don't want to take things slowly, but I know I have to. I can't appear
needy and desperate, even though I want us to get through this. Isn't that what
created the distance between us? Needing him too much?
He scrapes his teeth across
his bottom lip and pulls me tighter against his body. "The reservation is at eight. I would
love to show you what you do to me when you wear black." He smiles that
smile that robbed me of my breath six years ago, and that little dimple appears
on his right cheek that teases me to kiss it.
How I've missed him smiling at me like this.
His usual clean-cut face now has a hint of
stubble, and his hair is ruffled and has grown a little bit more, making him
appear sexier and casual. Is this the first time I've noticed this change? I
can't remember because it’s been a while since we spent real time together. I'm
guilty of googling "the signs that your spouse is cheating." At the top of said list is that the spouse
changes or alters their appearance to please the new love interest.
Stop
it, Brie! He's taken on more cases at the
office. He just doesn't have time. That's all it is. Enjoy yourself. Live in the moment.
I tug on his hair and meet
his gaze, swatting all my insecurities and assumptions out of my mind.
"What is it that I do to
you?" I taunt, as the rapid beating
of my heart drowns out everything except the sound of his voice.
"Let me show you,"
he groans as he cups my ass, hoisting me up with his powerful arms. I wrap my
legs around his waist as he pushes me up against the wall. I feel a powerful shot of heat course
throughout my body at his display of aggression and desire for me.
The
wall will work, too.
He brings up his hand and
pinches one of my hard nipples through the lace, causing me to arch my back
into him. "God, your beautiful tits." He pulls down my bra, exposing
my breasts to him. Taking one of my aching nipples into his mouth one at a
time, he licks and sucks each one as I pull his hair.
I sense lust, ownership, and
desperation growing between us. I grab the back of his neck and guide his face
to my lips as he kisses me hard. He feels my tongue, and he opens his lips to
allow me in, and we begin to kiss earnestly.
His hand travels down between my legs, making its way to my already wet
core. When his thumb hooks under the edge of my thong, pulling it aside and his
finger enters me, I gasp, writhing over his finger.
"Oh, shit. So fucking wet, Brie,” he
whispers into my ear as he presses me harder against the wall. I hold myself
while he unbuttons and pulls down his pants and boxers so that they pool at his
feet. "Damn, I need you, babe. Like right now."
He grabs my ass, pulling me
down over his erection. He enters me
fully, and I gasp in elation because it's been so long since we've had sex like
this. Since he's grown distant, sex
between us has been forced and detached.
Is it because he is cheating? I
wonder if he should use a condom. If he were messing around, would he suggest
using one? I don't care. I don't care. Don’t think about it. I need him. I need
James now.
We become frantic. I pull down
his head toward mine and kiss him, letting the rhythm of his thrusts set the
pace. Everything accelerates and intensifies our breathing, his thrusts, and my
moans. I feel my walls clench around him with each thrust, clinging to him like
my life depends on it, for what I know are only several delirious minutes, but
I want it to be forever. He plunges both fast and slow so I can feel every inch
of him, and he can feel all of me before we come together.
Breathing heavily with my
arms still around him and my legs wrapped around his waist, we look at each
other and smile, and all the fear and uncertainty I sensed in me before
dissipates.
"That's what you and
black lacy things do to me."
"Thanks
for the reminder." I sigh softly, tugging at his hair.
About the author:
Antoinette Candela was born and
raised in Upstate New York and is an avid New York Yankees and Dallas Cowboys
fan. She moved to Boston in her twenties and attended Northeastern University
to study Business Management. As a child, she enjoyed reading and writing and
penned her first story at the age of thirteen. She has always had a vivid
imagination and finally decided to put her thoughts and musings down on paper.
Breaking Elle and Wanting Reed are her first self-published works with many
more to come.
A few other interesting facts about Antoinette include: she is of Italian
decent, has three brothers, was a tomboy growing up, plays the clarinet and
dabbles with the piano. When she's not planted in front of her computer
writing, she can be found at the gym, running her kids around Boston, or at the
beach soaking up the rays and enjoying a good book.
Author Links:
Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Antoinette-Candela/e/B00F3LN2JM/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1408334603&sr=1-1
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